My Merc. (deadpool x reader)

♥Chapter 8♥

You continued to gaze out over the highway, your eyes tracing the endless stream of cars below, trying to make sense of the emotions stirring inside you. The breeze brushed past, offering no answers, just the steady hum of the city, distant and indifferent.

"what are you gonna do when Francis fixes you?" you asked, Wade paused for a moment after your question, then, as always, he broke the silence with his usual blend of sincerity and sarcasm. "Well... after we take Francis down and get all... un-fucked up, I'd wanna get back with Vanessa. God, she's beautiful. I miss her every day." His voice softened, which was rare for him, and it stung more than you expected. A crack ran through your heart, subtle but undeniable.

You weren't sure why you felt that way. You and Wade were partners—friends, at the very least. You'd gone through hell together, shared jokes after torture sessions, laughed in the face of death. But hearing him talk about Vanessa... it was like something inside you shifted. It hurt, even though you'd never let it show. You kept your gaze fixed ahead, not daring to look at him, afraid he might see something in your eyes that even you hadn't fully understood yet.

"You know," you started again, your voice more reflective this time, "if Francis can fix me... I wanna go on the road. Explore the city. Be free." You imagined a life beyond revenge, beyond the hunt. A life where you weren't chained to the past, where every day wasn't about survival. But even as you said it, the thought of leaving this life behind felt strange. This chaotic existence, as much as it shouldn't, had started to feel like home.

Wade glanced over, his eyes flickering with curiosity, but he didn't press. Maybe he sensed there was more to your words than you were letting on, or maybe he was just lost in his own thoughts about Vanessa. Either way, the silence between you stretched on, filled with unspoken things.

"Chimichangas on the highway, though..." Wade finally broke the quiet, his voice light again. "That's non-negotiable. George Michael, greasy food, and this..." He gestured to the view in front of you both. "It's practically destiny."

You chuckled, though it was more to fill the air than anything. Deep down, the question still lingered: what came next after all this? Maybe neither of you had the answer, but for now, you had each other, the city, and the mission ahead. The rest could wait.

As the black SUVs roared beneath the overpass, the adrenaline kicked in. Without a word, you exchanged a quick glance with Wade, and in a heartbeat, you leapt from the edge, your body cutting through the air with precision. The cold rush of wind hit your face as you landed on the roof of the first car with a heavy thud. Wade, ever the dramatic one, muttered "Maximum effort" before following suit, hurling himself onto the second SUV.

The impact of your landing sent shockwaves through the vehicle, and without missing a beat, you quickly dispatched the goons inside. They were professionals, but you were faster, deadlier. The car's interior was soon a brutal display of your skill, the bodies of the men slumped lifeless in their seats. Taking control of the vehicle, you straightened the wheel, your eyes narrowing on the road ahead as you maneuvered the car with ease.

You pulled out the walkie-talkie, Wade's idea, of course. It was unnecessary, but you went along with it for the sake of teamwork. "Hey, um, Deadpool, how are things going over there?" you asked, half expecting a quip even in the midst of a fight.

Wade's voice crackled through the static, breathless and playful despite the obvious chaos. "Ummm... could be better, but I'll make it, sweetheart, don't worry." You rolled your eyes at the familiar nickname, the one he threw around so casually but with just enough charm to disarm anyone.

Suddenly, his car veered out of control, flipping violently in the air before slamming down hard on the highway, rolling right over yours in a spectacular crash. The body of one goon was ejected, splattering against a billboard with a sickening thud, while another was hurled down the road, tumbling along the asphalt.