Kickin' Ass and Takin' Names // Deadpool's Daughter *ON HOLD*

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Why do you ask?

Well, he came by yesterday for a few minutes rambling on about weird things and I was just wondering if you knew him.

Can this wait until tomorrow? I would like to talk to you about it in person.

Yeah, yeah. Sure.

I better go, I love you, Gracie.

Love you too, father. Bye.

Goodbye

~

The next day.

Father's plane lands in five minutes. I am waiting very anxiously in his office, thinking of different ways this upcoming conversation could go.

What if this guy really is my biological father?

What if I have to deal with this seemingly random person for the rest of my life?

What if father sends me off with him?

What if?

Logan walked into the room, interrupting my train of thought. "Charles' plane landed, he'll be here in a couple minutes." He said in his slightly-annoyed-at-everything-tone and then off he went out the door, slamming it shut as usual.

For two minutes it was just me and thoughts, again until I heard the door knob turn and in came father. "Hello, Gracie!" He said as he hugged me tightly.

"Hey, father! I missed you so much!" I said as I gasped for air when he released me from his hold.

"I was only gone for a couple of days."

"I get lonely when it's just me and my thoughts."

"Well, it seems you weren't lonely yesterday. You had a visitor?" He said raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah... that. So long story short, this guy walked into the classroom, he had terrible burn scars all over his face, and he said he was my biological father and his name was Wade Wilson. I told him to leave and he said he would be back."

Father sighed. "Grace, when you were two years old I did not exactly adopt you, I was asked to take care of you by an old friend of mine, Wade Wilson. Don't get me wrong, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. The reason Wade didn't want to take care of you is because he thought he wouldn't have raised you right, and I was the only person he trusted enough to raise you right. Now, I don't really know why he is coming around now, but this is your decision if you want to get to know him,"

"What about my mother?" I practically whispered.

"Her name is Vanessa Carlyse. She passed away six years ago from Schizophrenia."

"Oh." I didn't know how to respond, a million thoughts were going through my head.

After four minutes I mustered up the strength to speak. "I will give him a chance. I want to know more about my abilities.

"I support you wholeheartedly in whatever choice you make."

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Hello, lil' beans!

i know, i know, it's been a while since i published a chapter. i was sort of busy during thanksgiving break.

if you count eating a lot and binge watching spn and twd as being busy, then ya i was busy.

should i make each chapter over a larger span of time?

i sort of spent five chapters over the span of 2-3 days....

i also fixed a lot of my grammatical mistakes in previous chapthers

Till next time,
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