My Merc. (deadpool x reader)

♥Chapter 10♥

The garbage truck finally stopped outside the rundown, dingy apartment you and Wade called home. You hopped off, clutching your side, still feeling the aftermath of the fight, while Wade grabbed an old towel, hastily wrapping it around the still-bleeding stump where his hand used to be.

"Home sweet dumpster," you mumbled as you both made your way inside. The smell of stale air and whatever strange scent Blind Al was cooking filled the place. Inside, you found Al, the old blind woman who'd somehow become a staple in your life, tinkering with something at the table. It was always funny to you, considering she was blind.

"It smells like old lady pants," Wade muttered under his breath, pulling off his mask and tossing his boots aside."

Well, I'm old, and I wear pants," Al retorted dryly, not missing a beat.

"Yeah, but you're no lady," you shot back before Wade could say anything, earning a raised brow from him. His usual energy had drained from him after everything, and he flopped onto the floor with his usual dramatic flair. The towel he'd wrapped around his arm was still in place, covering the regrowing limb, which was already starting to sprout some tiny fingers.

Wade, who always seemed to be able to bounce back from anything, noticed you still holding your side. His gaze lingered, but you were deliberately ignoring the pain. You weren't about to give him or anyone else the satisfaction of worrying about you. Besides, you had more pressing things on your mind—like the fact that Francis had slipped through your fingers again. Your focus shifted to the murder board plastered with photos, maps, and plans you and Wade had put together in your quest to find him.

Your frustration was palpable, and the longer you stared at the board, the angrier you got. Francis getting away had hit you harder than you were willing to admit.

"You good?" Wade asked from the floor, his voice softer than usual, the humor gone for once.

You didn't respond immediately, eyes still glued to the board, jaw clenched tight.

"No, I'm not good, Wade!" you snapped, unable to keep your frustration bottled up any longer. "Francis got away again, our plans were ruined, Colossus showed up and carried me around like a fucking ragdoll, I have a headache, and my ribs hurt! Obviously, I'm not good!" Your voice echoed in the room as you turned back to the board, staring daggers at the images of Francis pinned up with red yarn connecting all your clues. Everything had felt so close, like you were finally going to get the bastard, but now it felt like you were back at square one.

Wade was silent for a moment, uncharacteristically so. Then, you heard the shuffle of his boots as he got up from the floor. He walked over to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. You could feel the warmth of his skin, though his hand was still regrowing. "You know...it was kinda funny seeing Colossus pick you up," he said, trying to lighten the mood. "But to be honest, I would have preferred to do that myself." His tone was playful and flirty, a smirk creeping onto his face as he said it.

Typical Wade. You could feel his eyes on you, but you brushed it off like you always did. Wade was... Wade. Flirty, ridiculous, and annoyingly charming, but at the end of the day, you knew his heart was set on Vanessa. No matter how close you got, no matter how many moments like this you shared, you couldn't let yourself fall into something that would only break your heart. Wade was still hellbent on getting Vanessa back, and you didn't want to be the one left picking up the pieces when he did.

"Yeah, well," you muttered, trying to focus on the board again, "you're not exactly the knight in shining armor type, Wade."

"Who needs armor when you've got a body like this?" he replied, leaning in with that goofy grin, trying to nudge the tension out of the air.