Alina Shostakov is a Alexei Shostakov's daughter, trafficked to the Red Room with her siblings, Natasha and Yelena only she was there since birth, having no choice but to do as the said.
During a mission, she meets Wade Wilson, a mercenary with a l...
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- "I know." -
Since the run in with Dreykov's 'friends', Alina had been staying with Wade. He had gone to pick up clothes for her as well as Butt and Plug, placing them on the beside table, as always in a position so they looked like they were fucking. He'd also been annoying Alina.
With how deep the gash was, even with the serum in her veins, it would take a while to heal and Wade was being the best and worst person taking care of her. She loved and hated him so much for it.
The red head was lying on the settee, her head on Wade's thigh as they watched a film they both hated but couldn't be bothered to turn off. Wade's hand started to mess with her hair, twisting a strand of it around his finger as his eyes flittered down to Alina.
Alina's eyes were slowly closing, snapping back open to force herself awake but she would just fall straight back to sleep within a few seconds. The mercenary chuckled under his breath, getting up and placing her head down onto the pillow settee under them.
The ex-widow grumbled quietly at the movement but stopped when Wade picked her up, her head flopping to his chest. Walking to the bed, Wade placed her down carefully before sliding into the sheets beside her. Alina shuffled closer, placing her head on his chest with a small hum of content.
"How's your leg?" Wade asked quietly.
"If you ask again, I will kill you." Alina grumbled, tangling her legs with his.
"I was checking if you were awake." Wade grinned. "You are."
"Shut up and let me sleep." Alina muttered into his jumper, his arm moving to wrap around her.
"What do you think of the word 'plunger'?" Wade asked, ignoring her.
"I think I'll plunge you to death, soon."
"I like that word."
"Wade, I love you, but shut up."
He did at that. Alina didn't seem to realise what she'd said, eyes closed and soft breaths leaving her body. It made sense and it didn't. They had known each other for over two years, one and half dating. The half part was while Alina was doing her mission but she assured him she liked him at that point.
It didn't make sense as well because neither of them were well acquainted with feeling, Wade having had bad parents and Alina having being raised in the Red Room. It was probably because she was sleepy that she voiced her feelings. Awake, she was never one to verbally express herself, only ever really doing so with touch.
Instead of overthinking everything, Wade decided to just go to sleep with her and he did so with a grin on his face.
When Wade woke up the next morning, Alina wasn't sleeping on him anymore and he heard a glass being placed on the island in the kitchen. Turning over to look at the kitchen, Wade grinned towards the red head who was standing in his t-shirt.
"Morning." Wade beamed.
"Утро." Alina muttered back, giving him a small grin back. (Morning)
"I'm gonna assume you called me sexy." Wade joked and she chuckled, handing him a cup of coffee. "I should be doing this. You're-"
"Injured, I know." Alina rolled her eyes, sinking into the bed beside him with a sigh. "I know I won't achieve full silence with you, but no talk of my leg. Okay?"
"Okay." Wade relented, leaning his head on her shoulder. "What's with the bracelet?"
"Hm?" Alina hummed in a question and Wade pointed to the thread around her wrist. "Oh, Yelena made it for me. When she was 5. 4 maybe. I'm not sure."
"Have you spoke to either of your sisters?" Wade quizzed.
"No. Natasha doesn't want anything to do with me. She made that clear." Alina chuckled, messing with Wade's fingers. "She said it was dangerous, she just found a new family. Yelena... I've tried but I can't find anything on her at all. I'm guessing she doesn't either."
"Fuck them if they don't want anything to dow it's you." Wade smiled. "You've got a new family. Butt, Plug, me and Weasel."
"Weasel brings so much comfort." Alina remarked sarcastically and Wade chuckled, nodding.
"You also apparently have all of my clothes now, too." Wade joked, fiddling with the bottom of the shirt Alina was wearing. "I'm running out of t-shirts."
"Where's the issue there?" Alina smirked.
"I should start taking yours." Wade mumbled.
"You going to wear them?" Alina questioned.
"Fuck yes." Wade replied. "I'll look so good in that red dress you have. It'll bring out all my curves. My tits will look amazing."
"I don't doubt it." Alina grinned.
"I love you, too. By the way." Wade muttered.
"I know." Alina nodded. "You've told me already."
"What? When?" Wade asked, lifting his head up and she turned to him.
"When we fucked in the shower at mine." Alina laughed.
"I told you? What the fuck? Why don't I remember?" Wade questioned as Alina continued to snigger beside him. "Was I drunk?"
"God, no. For once, you were sober." Alina smiled.
