You know what you did

Chapter 22: A bargain?

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been so busy with so many things, it's been hard to catch u. Also, this chapter isn't the longest but it's been a while so I figured any update is better than nothing.

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There's gotta be something, anything.
And how could something even exist.
I'll figure something out.
How, exactly?
By ignoring you, for starters.

I stole a nearby van, not exactly something I haven't done before, but it was necessary. I drive to the only place I figure can help, unfortunately for me it won't be good for myself.

I bang on the door with two closed fists, like a small child having a temper tantrum. Honestly, I'm not far off at the moment, after everything that's happened.

"Ew, it's the old man who thinks he looks good in a leather jumpsuit," My bitchy teenage acquaintance opens the door, popping a gum bubble with her mouth as she looks at me with her usual emotion of disinterest. (Bitchy teenage acquaintance=Negasonic Teenage Warhead)

"Ew, it's the bitchy teen who thinks she's edgy," I reply in a high pitched, mocking voice. She simply rolls her eyes and attempts to close the door in my face. I stick my foot in between the door as it closes, unfortunately crushing my foot from the impact.
"Leave, asshole!" She yells, trying to close the door completely. I hear cracking coming from my foot.
"I need to talk to someone, preferably someone with authority, this isn't a joke, kid." Any part of me that wants to either be sarcastic, or crack a joke, has left my mind for the time being.

That's a first.
...

"Why?" The teen opens the door slightly, alleviating some of the pain in my foot as it begins to heal.
"Because someone important is...gone, something needs to be done about it." I'm not sure how much I need to reveal to this girl, but if she can take me to someone who knows what to do, I can give whatever information needed.
"If they're important than why haven't I heard about it?"
"Because it didn't happen that long ago!" I snap, my voice raising as her annoying questions begin to aggravate me, "just please take me to someone with authority, if I wasn't being serious I'm pretty sure you would be able to tell!"

I shove open the door, pushing past the teenager as I walk briskly throughout the entire building until I come across the office of none other than Charles Xavier.

He can help...right?
I thought you were ignoring me.
I'm unsure, deal with it.
In that case....probably not.
Back to ignoring you.

I burst through the door to find him sitting at his desk. He looks up at me as I enter the room, not giving a second glance as he looks back down at the papers he was looking at previously.

"Wade Wilson, what do you want?" The professors voice is polite, but I can tell he doesn't want me here. I usually prefer it that way, but now isn't the time to be an anti-hero. I just need to be Alex's hero.
"I need a favor." I state, walking up to his desk, trying for some sort of benefactor in the coming negotiations.
"We owe you nothing." He says simply, still not looking at me.
"Look, someone died." I take a deep breathe, "someone extremely important to me, I'll take any bargain to get them back, even if it means giving up everything Deadpool is to become some cheesy good guy at your loser school."

Insulting his school probably wasn't the best idea.
He can take it or leave it, he knows who I am.
And yet, you just agreed to give who you are up.

"I admire that you're willing to change your ways Wade, but we can't bring anyone back to life."
"Please, go back in time or something I can't last like this." I'm more desperate than I've ever been in my entire life. Just because of some damn girl. One damn amazing girl.
"Even if we could, we swore that the only times that would be required are times that are in dire need, not because one person died." The professor sighs. "I'm sorry you lost someone Wade, but there's nothing we can do." I scowl under my mask.
"There is something you can do about it, you just won't do it." With the last few words, I storm out of his office, leaving the building as quickly as I had entered it.

There's one last possible option that I can try, but it will be less possible than this one and will require a lot of pain...but that's a risk I'm willing to take.

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