My Merc. (deadpool x reader)

♥Chapter 11♥

You and Wade sat close to Blind Al on the couch, the three of you forming an oddly cozy trio. Wade, as usual, had chosen the weirdest shirt in his wardrobe: a white tee with "I ❤ Dilfs" 

emblazoned across the chest. You couldn't help but laugh every time you looked at it.

You wore a comfortable hoodie and sweatpants, your hair thrown up into a messy bun—perfect for lounging after the chaos of the day. The warmth of the room, combined with the familiar comfort of being with Wade and Al, made everything feel a little better.

Al, sitting between the two of you, looked as content as she could be for someone who didn't seem to give two shits most of the time. She adjusted her sunglasses and spoke in her dry, blunt tone, "If either of you snore in my ear tonight, I'm kicking you both out."

Wade, ever the playful one, grinned. "Al, we all know you're secretly enjoying this snuggle fest. You live for this. Admit it."

She didn't even flinch. "I'd rather be shot out of a cannon, but thanks for playing."

You chuckled, leaning your head on Al's shoulder. "Admit it, Al. You love us.""Love's a strong word," Al retorted, but you could hear the faintest hint of affection in her voice.Wade stretched out, draping his arm lazily over the back of the couch. "You know, this right here is what life's all about. Chimichangas, a little light murder, and snuggling up with the two most important women in my life."

Al groaned, but you could feel her relax slightly, as if she had resigned herself to this ridiculous found-family dynamic.

"Let's not forget the part where Francis is still out there," you reminded him, though your tone wasn't sharp. You were just thinking aloud.

Wade sighed, his lighthearted attitude dimming for a moment. "Yeah... that walking colostomy bag still needs to be dealt with. But tonight's a chill night. Tomorrow? Tomorrow we hunt."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words sink in. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but tonight, at least, you could enjoy the quiet, even if it was rare."Just... don't let him get away next time, okay?" you said, glancing over at Wade.He met your eyes, giving you a small but determined smile. "Next time, he's not getting away. I promise."

You believed him. Wade might be a chaotic, unpredictable mess, but when it came to getting things done—especially for people he cared about—he always found a way.

With that, you settled back into the couch, the warmth of Al and Wade beside you grounding you in the present moment. Whatever tomorrow brought, at least for tonight, you had this little slice of peace. And right now, that was enough.

You rolled off the couch, unable to control your laughter as you clutched your side, the pain in your rib making it all the more ridiculous. Wade's tiny baby hand was just too much to handle, and you couldn't stop yourself.

"What the fuck?!" you managed to say between gasps, your voice filled with pure amusement.

Wade shot you an unamused look, rolling his eyes. "Y/n, please calm down. I don't feel like giving CPR to you... wait... I take that back." His grin grew playful, the double meaning not lost on you.

His teasing only made you laugh harder, your breath coming out in short bursts as you rolled on the floor, clutching your injured ribs. Even though it hurt, the sight of his absurdly tiny hand made the pain worth it.

Blind Al, sitting on the couch and completely unaware of what was happening, frowned. "What? Is your hand really small or something?" she asked, clearly confused by all the commotion.Wade looked down at his baby-sized hand, the bitterness clear in his voice as he answered. "Yep. About the size of a KFC spork..."

You completely lost it again, your laughter echoing through the room as you held your side, tears forming in your eyes. It didn't help that Wade was standing there, holding up his comically small hand like it was the most normal thing in the world. The more serious he tried to be, the funnier it got.

Al let out a sigh, shaking her head in confusion. "I don't even want to know. You two are something else."

Wade smirked, watching you try to catch your breath on the floor. "Things are gonna feel huge in this hand."

That line was the final straw. You erupted into another round of uncontrollable laughter, gasping for air. Even Wade couldn't help but chuckle a little at that one, clearly proud of his joke.As your laughter slowly died down, you wiped away the tears from your eyes, still grinning like an idiot. "Okay, okay, I'm done... for now."

Wade knelt down beside you, holding up his baby hand. "You sure? Because I've got a whole list of tiny hand jokes I've been saving up."

You groaned, though you were still smiling. "I'm sure, Wade. Let's save those for tomorrow. My ribs can't take it."

He helped you up, using his normal-sized hand this time. You both made your way back to the couch, where Al was still sitting, completely done with your antics.

Wade plopped down next to you, giving Al a smug look. "Admit it, Al. You love the chaos."She didn't miss a beat. "Not even a little bit."

You snickered, leaning against Wade. Despite all the craziness, moments like this were what made everything worth it.

After hours of chatting Blind Al's ears off, you decided it was time to call it a night. You stood up from the couch, stretching a little as you made your way to the room you comically shared with Wade.

Climbing up to the top bunk was always a bit of a challenge without a ladder, but you didn't mind; you jumped up with a practiced ease. Once you settled in, you realized you had forgotten to turn off the lights, and a small sigh escaped your lips.

Just as you were about to climb back down, Wade came into the room, taking off his shirt. Your eyes widened a little at the sight of the scars littering his body. It was a reminder of everything he had been through, the pain and the survival. Luckily, he thought you were sleeping, so he didn't know you were watching him.

Wade noticed the light was still on and called out, "Let me guess, you got up there and now you're too lazy to come back down?"

You tried to suppress a grin, knowing he had you pegged. "No! I just... I'm reading..." you replied, scrambling for an excuse to avoid admitting your laziness."Right... what are you reading?" he shot back, clearly suspicious.

Cursing your luck, you scrambled for a title. "Harry Potter and the Lightning Thief!" you blurted out before facepalming internally. You had just mixed up two completely different series.

Wade paused, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Which number is that? Didn't know Percy and Harry were besties..."

You poked your head over the edge of the top bunk, glaring at him. "How did you know?! You don't read!"

"Movies, sweetheart," he said smugly, crossing his arms behind his head as he leaned back against the pillow.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, even as you felt your cheeks flush a little. "I should have known," you muttered, amused.

Wade chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, goodnight, 'Harry Potter and the Lightning Thief.' Hope it's a page-turner."

He reached over and turned off the light, leaving the room dimly lit by the glow of the streetlight outside. You snuggled into your top bunk, feeling oddly comforted by the banter.

The quietness enveloped you both, and you could hear Wade shifting in the bottom bunk. "Hey, Y/n?" he called softly, his voice muffled but clear.

"Yeah?" you replied, propping yourself up on your elbow, curiosity piqued.

"Just so you know, if you ever need help with those 'lightning thief' adventures, I've got your back," he said, his tone suddenly serious but laced with a hint of humor.You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. "Thanks, Wade. I appreciate it... even if I'm not reading what you think I am."

He chuckled lightly, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "Sweet dreams, Av/n."

"Goodnight, Deadpool." You settled back into your blanket, a comfortable silence filling the room. Despite everything, you felt safe and secure, knowing you had each other's backs.