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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- "Ding-ding." -
Wade had made a board full of Francis' crew and he was planning to take them down gradually until he got to Francis. He had also made himself a poor excuse of a disguise which was just jogging bottoms, a hoodie, a balaclava and sunglasses all in white.
"This shit's gonna have nuts in it."
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Wade slammed a man's head into an old pinball machine, punching him repeatedly in the side of the head, "Where's Francis?"
Another man came up behind him, whacking a wooden stick over his back and it broke in half, Wade turning to him. Wade held back his arms when the man went to attack him, stabbing the wooden stick through his stomach. Behind him, a third man started to shoot him until there were no more bullets in his gun.
Blood seeped onto the material of Wade's jumper as he slowly turned to him, unbothered by the bullets in him. He span the wooden stick in his hand, "Where's Francis?"
Wade threw a knife into the picture of the man he'd just taken out before he looked down at himself, his hoodie no longer white in the middle. He then headed to the laundrette, trying to wipe the blood out with a bleach pen.
"Seltzer water and lemon for blood." A woman stated, at her own washing machine. "Or wear red. Dumbass."
So, after that suggestion, Wade sewed himself a red suit made out of a soft material. Around the eyes it had black circles but his eyes were still visible. On his back, he had a holster with one katana in it.
Wade walked calmly into a wrestling match, everyone watching the people in the ring fight as they cheered. The mercenary pushed his way through the crowd, literally throwing a man out of the way.
A man pulled out a gun on him, preparing to shoot him but Wade pulled out his katana, stabbing it through the mans hand and keeping him to the wall. Wade backhanded him across the face, shooting a few bullets into the air and people screamed, running away.
"Don't make me ask twice." Wade warned, slamming his hand down on the man's arm which made his arm fall, his hand slicing in half from the katana. Wade then pointed his gun to his forehead, "Where... is Francis?"
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"He made me ask twice." Wade grumbled, stabbing a screwdriver into the man's photograph before pulling off his mask. "Is the mask muffling my voice?"
So, after that, Wade made a better suit out of spandex and leather. He bought a second katana and more guns. His eyes were now covered by a white material, his suit black and red.
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"Where's Francis?" Wade yelled, running down a few steps, kicking off the wall as he took shots at his targets. He rolled on the floor, shooting a man twice before turning around quickly on his knees and shooting the other in the throat.
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"Where the fuck is Francis?" Wade demanded, throwing a man onto a table. He then kneed him across the face and he fell backwards, his head in between the door of a filing cabinet. "Where..." he bashed the man's head into the cupboard, "is..." and again, "Francis?" the man went limp as his co-worker just watched the interaction.
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Wade laughed, watching his target crawl away on an ice rink, "You're about to be killed by a Zamboni. Tell me where your fucking boss is or you're gonna die! ...In five minutes!"
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"Where's Francis?" Wade demanded, throwing a woman into some boxes.
"No! Please!" The woman whimpered.
"Oh, God!" Wade placed his hands on his cheeks. "I'm so sorry!" A woman then screamed, jumping onto his back. "Oh! You little spider monkey!" He threw her off his back and onto the boxes. "This is confusing. Is it sexist to hit you? Is it more sexist to not hit you? I mean, the line gets real..." Wade clicked off the safety of his gun, pointing it t the woman on the floor, "blurry."
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Agent Smith handed an ill man his business card, mumbling a few words to him before standing and leaving with his security.
"Nice to see you, Jared." Wade greeted, posing on top of some packages. "I'll take the footlong... Fully loaded."
Agent Smith made a run for it as Wade hopped down off the packages. His security fired at Wade but he kicked one down with ease, shooting him. Pulling out a katana, he stabbed it into the other man's back, kicking him in the back of the knee so he got to the floor. He then jumped, applying pressure to the sword and he sliced the man in half with ease.
Smith looked behind him, checking for Wade as he panted and ran away. Before he could get too far, Wade cut him off, coming from a shortcut and slamming him into a car. Grabbing Agent Smith's blazer collar, he lifted him to sit up against the car door.
"Whoa, whoa!" Smith exclaimed.
"41 confirmed kills. Now it's 89. About to be 90." Wade said and Smith's eyebrows furrowed in recognition.
"Mr. Wilson?"
"Ding-ding." Wade answered.
"You're looking very alive." Smith stated, fearful.
"Ha! Only on the outside!" Wade replied.
"This is not going to end well for me, is it?"
"This is not gonna end well for you, no." Wade agreed. "Where's your boss?"
"I can tell you exactly-"
Wade shushed him mockingly, placing a finger to Agent Smith's lips, "Oh, you'll tell me. But first..." He looked to the camera, "You might wanna look away from this." He turned the camera away from them. "Now this little piggy went to-"
"Ahhh!"
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Wade stabbed a knife into Agent Smith's photo, "Thank you, Agent Smith."
