The Chaos Clone

Daddy Issues

The small town of Somewhere, New York, was not exactly known for its excitement. Tess blended into the crowd easily, her youthful appearance and nondescript clothing making her practically invisible among the tourists and locals. "Okay, so the internet said he was last seen fighting ninjas on a taco truck..." She scanned the street, her eyes searching for any sign of the aforementioned truck or, you know, ninjas. "This is ridiculous. Even for him."

A wave of dizziness hit her, the lack of sleep and constant mental chatter catching up. "Whoa, steady there, Tess. Focus." She leaned against a lamppost, trying to ground herself. "Can't afford to space out now. Not when you're about to meet your potentially insane father."

Suddenly, a commotion erupted a few blocks away. A cacophony of shouts, crashing metal, and the distinct sound of katanas clashing filled the air. "Showtime." A grin spread across Tess's face as she weaved through the crowd, her heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and nervous energy. "Time to meet the 'rents'."

She arrived at the scene to find a sight that could only be described as peak Deadpool. The taco truck was overturned, spewing its contents across the street, and ninjas were scattered about, some groaning in pain, others attempting to regain their footing. In the center of it all stood Deadpool himself, his red and black suit gleaming in the afternoon sun.

"Well, he certainly lives up to the hype," Tess thought, her inner monologue buzzing with amusement and disbelief. "Although, I expected more chimichangas."

Deadpool was a whirlwind of motion, his katanas flashing as he deflected incoming attacks with acrobatic grace. He was a master of chaos, his movements unpredictable, his fighting style a blend of skill and sheer insanity. "He's good," Tess had to admit, her trained eye assessing his every move. "But he's sloppy. Too much showboating."

She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride as she watched him fight. This was her father, this bizarre, chaotic mercenary. A part of her—the part that had been suppressed for so long—yearned to join the fray, to embrace the chaos.

With a burst of speed, she launched herself into the fray, her own combat skills honed to a razor's edge. She moved with precision, her strikes targeted and efficient. Within moments, she had taken down several ninjas, her movements a blur of controlled aggression.

Deadpool paused mid-fight, his head cocked to one side as he watched her. "Whoa, hold up! Who's the mini-me with the mad ninja skills?" He sheathed his katanas, a look of surprise replacing his usual manic grin. "You got moves, kid. Almost as good as the original."

Tess landed gracefully in front of him, her expression unreadable. "You're Wade Wilson. Deadpool."

"The one and only!" He struck a dramatic pose, his voice dripping with mock-heroism. "And you are...?"

"Tess," she said simply, her eyes fixed on his. "Your daughter."

The silence that followed was deafening. Deadpool's jaw dropped, his mask somehow conveying an even more incredulous expression than usual. "Daughter? Me? But...Ellie? And... how...?" He sputtered, his usual quick wit replaced by a confused stammer.

Tess crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering. "It's a long story. And it's not exactly the 'birds and the bees' kind of story either."

Deadpool blinked, his mind clearly struggling to process this bombshell. "Okay, that's...that's a lot to take in." He ran a hand through his mask, a gesture that somehow conveyed his confusion even though his face was covered. "So, you're telling me...I'm a dad? Again?"

A wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. Surprise, disbelief, confusion...and a flicker of something akin to panic. He, the Merc with a Mouth, the Regenerating Degenerate, was responsible for another human being? The idea was both terrifying and strangely exhilarating.

"Surprise!" Tess said dryly, her lips twitching into a hint of a smirk. "Though, technically, I'm more of a...science project."

Deadpool's eyebrows shot up. "A science project? Okay, hold on, we need to rewind this. Science project how? Are you saying someone...cloned me?"

Tess nodded, her expression softening slightly. "Something like that. It's...complicated."

Deadpool narrowed his eyes, suspicion creeping into his voice. "Complicated how? Look, kid, I appreciate the whole 'daughter' angle, and you definitely got the moves, but I'm not falling for some elaborate prank."

He took a step back, his hand hovering near his katanas. "Who sent you? Are you with Weapon X? Or maybe one of those crazy cults that keep trying to harness my healing factor for...reasons?"

Tess sighed, feeling a wave of frustration bubble up. "It's not a prank, Wade. And I'm not with anyone. I just... I wanted to meet you. To understand where I came from."

Deadpool hesitated, his gaze flickering between Tess and the scattered ninjas. He could sense she was telling the truth, or at least part of it. But the idea of a clone daughter? That was a whole new level of weird, even for him.

"Okay," he said slowly, "let's say, hypothetically, I believe you. How about we take this conversation somewhere a little less...exposed?" He gestured to the overturned taco truck and the gawking bystanders. "Maybe over some chimichangas? My treat. We can discuss this whole 'clone daughter' thing in more detail."

Tess nodded, relieved to see a glimmer of willingness in his eyes. "Chimichangas it is, then. But you owe me a lot of details."

As they walked toward the taco truck—now a chaotic mess—she felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. She was finally on the path to understanding her past, with the man who was supposed to be her father right beside her. And maybe, just maybe, they could forge a connection amidst all the chaos.