"Class dismissed." Ms. Grey said as I practically blasted out the door.
I had so much on my mind, mainly from the conversation that I had with father yesterday. I truly do want to give Wade a chance but to be honest, I really don't know where to start. I guess I could do the whole cliché 'interview' type thing or as I like to call it, an awkward interrogation which is basically asking who, what, when, where, and why.
I feel like I'm going to interrogate a convicted criminal; or a cat. wink wink.
It'd probably be a good idea to call Wade to ya' know, sit down with him and casually interrogate him.
I grabbed a piece of paper from one of my school books that had a number scribbled on it that Wade had slipped onto father's desk whilst I was yelling at him.
The phone rang a couple of times and then...
Hello?
Um... Hi... Is this Wade Wilson?
Yeah, why?
This is Grace uh... Xavier and I wanted to talk to you... in person, I'd like to get to know you.
I can come over in 20 to that deathtrap mansion you call a school.
That'll do. And it's not a deathtrap.
Yeah, yeah sure.
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Kickin' Ass and Takin' Names // Deadpool's Daughter *ON HOLD*
FanficWade Wilson asked Charles Xavier to take care of his daughter, Grace Charlotte Anne Wilson Xavier (or as Wade called her, Willow) when she was just two years old. Now she is 23, a part time X-men, a soon-to-be Avenger, and a full-time ass kicker.