#1 STOPWATCH

Chapter 13

( Von veek later)

[ Could you not] Yellow snapped.

( I'm telling them it's one week later.)

[ Well you can do it in a non weird Russian accent alright.] Yellow retorted.

" Would you both stop?" Wade snarled at the two.

After the whole scenario that played out after Wade got home, Peter had ghosted him for two days. Of course, Wade knew what it probably meant and just started living his life normally like the stopwatch thing never happened. He had been filling his time tracking down a target someone wanted out of the way.

His promise of peace towards Peter hadn't counted towards his livelihood. It was just for patrolling. He didn't deal in everyday low life criminals like the hero, his work was not merciful.

Initially, Wade had been given little information about the target aside from the basic where and who. The price over the guy's head wasn't huge, but enough to catch Deadpool's attention. The client only told him that the man needed to be taken care of, so he assumed this to be some personal vendetta when the man wouldn't go into details. It was curious so Wade did his own digging and came to the conclusion the man needed to be unalived for several reasons that even he felt personally obligated to pursue.

And it was with people like this that it blew his mind that Peter assumed everyone deserved a second chance. He didn't have any desire to disclose to his fans just what these atrocities were, but the were unforgivable.

 He silently dropped down from a rafter. Waiting a second to see if the targeted would notice him. He didn't, but the target's victim did an she looked past her attacker with pleading eyes as the mercenary approached silently like a large cat stalking its prey. She was sobbing through a gag, snot and tears streaming down her face. She looked young, maybe a junior or senior in high school which made a knot in Wade's stomach.

Her attacker moved to turn around but she screamed and began to thrash in her bindings, drawing the man back towards her, probably trying to Wade a few more seconds to act. In reality, he wanted the piece of shit to turn around and get away from her so he had to jump into action to make sure he had him stuck in place before he could lay his hands on the girl again. He pulled one of his pistols and raised it towards the man, stepping into his peripheral vision as he cocked the gun.

The man froze, eyes darting toward Wade's direction.

The girl stilled, body relaxing and she gave in to hand from her wrists. She was still crying but she wasn't fighting anymore now that Deadpool was stepping in between she and her attacker. He could see the fear in the man's eyes, the desire to flee despite there being nowhere to run.

Wade forced him back, dragging him aside to shove him into the nearest wall a fair distance away from the girl so she didn't take in too much of what he was about to do. 

"You know, there is something completely disgusting about people like you that I just can't wrap my head around. And believe me, I know what disgusting is. I see it every day when I look into a mirror, but you surpass me." Deadpool hissed, letting their little chat stick between he and his target while he rested his gun against the side of the man's skull. "I don't see the appeal," he growled, purposefully pressing the man into the wall, their chests pressed together. He wanted the piece of shit to connect with the people he'd hurt, to feel what it's like to be pressed down my someone much stronger. Someone who had full intentions of hurting him. Killing him.