ENIGMA (Deadpool x Seme Male Reader)

001 - Support Alpha

Wade was fine.

More than fucking fine.

Which was why it was absolutely fucking infuriating that Stark and the good doctor insisted on this.

Ever since Spidey's insistence on him joining the Avengers, if only partially, things have only fucking gone down hill.

First, his designation had been revealed, which was a fuck up in and of itself, but then his scent had made every single alpha in the Avengers - which was basically all of them excluding Barton, Spidey and the doctor - puke.

They sure know how to flatter a gal didn't they?

Logically though, Wade knew why. The scent of a dead omega was frankly unbearable to most alphas and that scent rolled off him in waves. His system was constantly flooded with post mortem hormones or whatever because of his powers. At least that's what the doctor said.

Overall though, he liked working for the Avengers. He got paid his usual fare thanks to Stark, got his rocks off without killing anyone and he got to spend time with Spidey.

Frankly most of the torture he endured with the Avengers was for Spidey's sake.

Which was why he was sitting in front of a goddamn shrink, still in his suit, and sniffing through sample after sample, becoming more and more agitated by Stark's presence next to him. The shrink's permanent smile was just as annoying.

"Ugh not this one either. Can we just stop? I don't need a support alpha."

The shrink leveled him with a look that he rolled his eyes at.

"Mr Wilson, your hormone levels are frankly shocking. I have no clue how you're still coherent. Never mind your neuroses. And the schizophrenia. You are highly resistant to therapy and with the amount of adrenaline and cortisol that is perpetually in your system I doubt that will change soon. You are a strong man, yes, but your body - rather than your mind - needs someone to ground it. We're trying to find that someone for you."

With a resigned sigh, Wade continued sniffing, each new scent causing bile to inch up his throat. He hated scenting alphas.

When he lifted what had to be the hundredth paper he'd smelled today to his nose, he shuddered.

Scents usually didn't have a scent, as ironic as that sounds. They were pheromones. They invoked a feeling or a surge of emotions rather than being an actual smell.

This one though, this one smelled overpowering. It smelled of fire and gasoline and danger but it felt like safety. Felt like shoveling a whole tub of ice cream into his mouth. Felt like victory.

Next to him, Stark made a sound of disgust. "Jesus Christ I can smell it from here."

{How fucking dare he? This is...God} Yellow commented, trailing off. Out of the three of them - if Wade dated to count the voices as seperate entities - Yellow was the most in touch with their omega side.

Wondrously, though, White seemed just as shocked. [I never thought an alpha could smell like anything beside just 'bad']

The shrink looked resigned, as if she'd desperately hoped against this outcome but it had happened anyway.

"That is to be expected, Mr Stark. The person Mr Wilson seems to be compatible with is not an alpha."

At that, Wade frowned. "Well they sure as fuck ain't a beta."

She shook her head. "He's an enigma. It's a designation caused by a mutated strain in the alpha gene, leading to a severe hormonal disorder. His scent is distressing to alphas, often too overpowering to omegas and even slightly detectable by betas."

Wade scented the paper again, feeling the mortifying urge to whine. The scent made the tense muscles in his back relax, the unending throbbing in his head melt away.

Stark seemed unnerved by Wade's behavior but continued talking to the shrink.

"And this enigma has been properly screened? They're usually overly emotional aren't they?"

The shrink inclined her head. "While it's true their emotions can be more volatile, he is one of the calmest people I have ever screened. He also has no history of mental illness apart from depression in his teens."

"And his job? Age?"

As much as he loathed being dependent, Wade was glad Stark was asking all the questions. He had no desire to talk right now.

"He's a forensic and trauma cleaner. Which thankfully means he'd be somewhat comfortable with Mr. Wilson's scent. He's twenty-six as of next month."

"That's young," Stark remarked.

"True. But as I've said, incredibly intelligent and calm. He would be a good fit for Mr Wilson, though I do believe his scent may frustrate the other residents of the Avengers tower."

Wade's gaze shot to Stark's. "You're seriously forcing me to stay with all of you, McGyver?"

"Listen, I'm no more happy than you are, but it's unavoidable. You're technically a fugitive, who we've given a lot of leeway. We can't let you live in neutral territory with a civilian."

Wade felt a vicious growl bubble up his throat.

{But if we're not living at his place, how will we be surrounded by his scent?} Yellow asked nobody in particular.

As if hearing the voice's quest the shrink added, "He will visit the tower to scent your shared quarters. After that you will live in it for three days before he joins you. It's to ensure that you are entirely comfortable with his scent, and claim the suite as your shared territory."

Wade just glared.

The shrink sighed. "Listen, Mr Wilson, we will not continue without your express permission. However, I do believe it's in your best interest to choose this for yourself."

{She's so manipulative lmao. But it works}

[I think you should do it, Wade. You can back out whenever if you need to]

It was viscerally shocking that White agreed. They often didn't, opting to nudge Wade towards the most self destructive option available.

Wade glowered at Stark before turning back to the woman. "And I can stop any time?"

She nodded. "It is a treatment plan, not a binding contract. You'll of course have to sign a contract, but that's just to ensure the two of you do not harm each other."

"Do you have it here?"

Wordlessly, she handed him a manilla folder. "I am confident this will be extremely beneficial to you, Mr Wilson."

"Fucking better be," he mumbled as he began signing the documents, for once feeling slightly hopeful rather than resigned.

[A/N: I wrote about nine chapters of this a while back and I want to circulate between all three of my fanfictions, so I'll publish this one and then write another chapter of Pyromania. Hope this is up to yall's standards. I wanted to try something new :P]