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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- "Mhm." -
"Wade." Weasel greeted as Wade walked into the bar.
"Weas." Wade mumbled, looking very ill as he sat down at the bar.
"You look like you need a Blow Job and a shower. Though curtesy calls for the latter first." Weasel said.
"How about three shots of Patrón?" Wade asked, eyebrows raised.
"Or how about Triticum aestivum, wheatgrass." Weasle offered. "Excellent for the immune system."
"Jesus Christ. You sound like Alina." Wade muttered. "Here, check it out. She's sending away for all these colourful clinic brochures. I'm sure they're all FDA approved. Chechnya. Isn't that where you go to get cancer? You got China and Central Mexico. You know how they say 'cancer' in Spanish?"
"No."
"El Cáncer."
"Oh. I coulda guessed that." Weasel mused before holding up a picture of Wade and Alina they took on Christmas. "Look how happy you look here. Mind if I keep this? Put it up, so I can remember when you looked alive. At least now I'm gonna win the dead pool. Now that you're gonna die tragically of cancer." He stuffed the photo in the corner of the glass that was the fridge.
"I got it, Weas. Thanks." Wade nodded.
"Oh. " Weasel said after a beat of silence, reaching into his pocket and he pulled out a black business card. "And, uh, that guy over there came in looking for you. Real Grim Reaper type. I don't know. Might further the plot."
Wade looked to the man who was sat at the back in a black suit, looking very out of place in the pub. He got up, accepting the shot that Boothe gave him. Drinking it, he placed the shot glass upside down on the mans table, sighing as he sat down in front of the smiling man.
"Mr. Wilson." He greeted.
"How can I help you? Besides luring children into a panel van." Wade joked.
"I understand you've recently been diagnosed with terminal cancer." He said.
"Stalker alert." Wade shot back.
"It's my job. Recruitment." He replied. "I'm sorry you've had such a tough go. But you're a fighter. Special Forces. 41 confirmed kills."
"One every 7 weeks. Same rate most folks get a haircut." Wade hummed, taking the alcohol beside Agent Smith and downing it. "It's the wash the taste out. It's tough to forget being so... impressive."
"And now you spend your days sticking up for the little people..." He trailed off.
"Yeah, people change. What do you want?" Wade demanded.
"I represent an organisation that may be able to help. What if I told you we can cure your cancer?" He asked. "And what's more, give you abelites most men only dream of?"
"I'd say that you sound like an infomercial, but not a good one, like Slap Chop. More Shake Weight-y." Wade made the wanking motion with his hand.
"The world needs extraordinary soldiers. We won't just make you better. We will make you better than better." He continued. "A superhero."
"Look, Agent Smith, I tried the hero business and it left a mark. But if I ever hit 'fuck it', I'll look you up." Wade nodded, going to get up. "Oh, um... Shit. We're within 500 yards of a school, so you may wanna, you know..." He got up and walked back to the bar. "His drink's on him."
"What did he say?"
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Alina lay in bed fast asleep while Wade was sat in a chair, looking at the floor with his knuckles pressed to his mouth, tears running down his face as thunder sounded, rain falling onto the window and rolling down the glass while sirens wailed.
"дорогой, what's wrong?" Alina asked, eyes hooded with sleep as she looked towards Wade who gave a sniffle to stop himself from crying.
"Hey. Sorry." Wade apologised.
"Don't be stupid and apologise. What's wrong?" Alina smiled sleepily and he walked back over to their bed.
"I had a Liam Neeson nightmare. I dreamt I kidnapped his daughter and he just wasn't having it." Wade whispered, climbing back into bed and Alina placed her head and hand on his chest, snuggling into his side while his arm wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her close. "Hey, uh, they're making a third movie in a few years. At some point you have to wonder if he's just a bad parent."
"Mhm." Alina hummed, already half asleep on his chest.
Soon enough, Wade was fully dressed again in proper clothing, packing his bag up to leave while Alina was still fast asleep. Wade walked to the door, looking back at the red head lovingly while she slept, making his final decision to leave.
The worst part about cancer isn't what it does to you... but what it does to the people you love. Who knew if this guy could save my life... but I knew there was only one way I could save hers.
Alina woke up sharply, hearing the front door close and glanced around to see Wade gone.
