By the time Wade broke loose, Francis had her pinned against the wall with a knife to her throat.
"While Wade may be indestructible, you, my dear, are clearly breakable," he forced his fist deep into her chest and she choked on the air in her lungs.
Wade peeled him off her and began beating on him mercilessly.
"Wade," she choked out.
He looked up to see her sunken against the wall. Without looking, he forced the knife into Francis's chest and moved quickly to her. He pulled off his mask to watch her soften face growing distraught.
"I can't breathe," she gasped for air that couldn't come. He looked at his queen, completely powerless.
Imagine that; a super-being who couldn't save the day.
Sirens blared outside.
"Come on baby, easy now," he picked her up and started up the stairs. She began to fade.
The fire that first attracted him threatened to extinguish.
And it scared him.
He reached the door to be blinded by a spotlight. His eyes fixated on the abbreviation: NYPD.
Paramedics rushed out and took her from him, while police handcuffed the man.
They shoved him into the back of a car and drove off, far away from his dear Grace.
When they reached the station, he was thrown into a cell and told to wait. Wait? How could he?
He questioned anyone who paced, for news. For scraps of information. Anything to give him hope or reassurance.
Everyone ignored the mercenary.
He paced silently.
Within the hour, a man in a chief uniform went to the cell door.
"Mister Deadpool-"
"Wade Wilson," he corrected and stood.
"Mister Wilson, the woman who was with you, Grace, has a collapsed lung. They are performing a transplant as we speak and you will be able to talk to her by the end of the night. You are going to be tried soon after for the murder of the man named Francis, as well as the murders of countless others."
"Yeah okay. Thanks, thank you," he flushed in relief. She was going to be okay.
Time dragged on, as it always does. The same chief appeared at the cell door.
"Ready?"
"Yes," he stated, whole-heartedly.
They got into a SWAT car and drove to the hospital, Wade sat silently in the back.
A guard on either side.
When they got there, the door opened and he was escorted in the same fashion. They finally reached the room and omitted him to privacy with his girl.
The door closed behind him.
He looked at her, she was so small in that bed. So powerless.
"Hey baby," he started. She smiled softly. "You're gonna be okay, I promise. The transplant was successful. I'm gonna be okay."
"But the cops, they know who you are now."
"So then I'll have to be careful."
"You're never careful. Besides you're in their custody."
"Not for long. You just get better. And when you get better, come home. I'll be there, I promise."
But he knew better.
The cop opened the door again and took him away. Away from her. And into a SuperMax. For a long time.
When she went home, he wasn't there. And she screamed, and yelled, and cursed the world. She cursed the cops and Francis.
She was alone.
He was alone.
They'd lost each other.
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