deadpool

Bring Your Child To Work Day

"Am I the only one who hates this?" Steve said, rubbing his face, as he sat in a closet with Clint and Natasha. He was was sitting on a crate while Clint was hanging out of an air vent and Natasha was propped up against the wall.

"Oh no, we love it. That's why we're hiding in a closet." Natasha answered sarcastically. Clint let out a small laugh and Steve's cheeks slightly turned red.

"Tony seems to be loving the attention-" Clint pointed out.

"Like usual." Natasha interrupted, not in a rude way though.

"I can understand 'Bring Your Child To Work Day' for other places but not a government building or another place like S.H.I.E.L.D where getting work done is a life or death situation sometimes. Isn't this distracting the workers?" Steve complained about the dreaded reason he was in a closet.

Before anyone could explain to him why Fury set it up, the door to the closet opened and Steve sighed when he saw a young girl. He finally found a hiding spot. He reluctantly smiled, knowing the children weren't to blame. They were just excited.

"I hate this. Why am I even here? This is the worst idea ever!" The girl grumbled as she quietly shut the door behind her. She turned around and looked at the people, not a smile or an excited squeal coming from her like the other children. She just sat on the ground against the door and crossed her arms.

"Uh- hello." Steve said. She looked up to him.

"Isn't it clear I'm hiding? I thought you were doing the same. So why are you even talking to me?" She frowned and looked down to the ground, not thinking the man would respond.

"You're not even excited to meet three of the Avengers?" Clint asked, his eyebrow raised. She looked at him and shook her head.

"My Dad is a better superhero than anyone, I don't really care about what the rest of you do. He's the best." She explained.

"Well it's good you love and have respect for your father young lady." Steve said, smiling, not reluctantly this time.

Natasha was intrigued with the girl but didn't say a word. She kept her arms crossed and just watched everyone talk.

"Who's your dad?" Clint wondered.

"His name is Wade but most people call him Crazy or Insane. He's not insane though, he just thinks differently and does things another way." They could tell the girl loved her father and would probably do anything for him.

His description and name kind of reminded them of their new teammate, Deadpool, who, strangely, didn't want to live in the tower with them. They just assumed he was being crazy again. He also had the same first name but the team didn't think Wade had a daughter, he just didn't seem like that kind of person, so the thought of the two being the same person didn't cross any of their minds.

The girl took the small backpack off her back and dug through it. She pulled out a sketchbook and some colored pencils. The three Avengers just continued talking, not minding the girls presence. They didn't bother her seeing she was busy drawing.

A few minutes later Steve looked over to the girl to see what she was drawing out of his own interest to draw. What he saw though confused him and creeped him out because a child drew it. The drawing, one that did look like a child drew it, was of a man. Some of the limbs were chopped off and his insides were hanging out of his stomach. Standing next to the man was a girl covered in blood.

He didn't know what to do so he bent down next to the girl. Clint and Natasha saw Steve was distracted and looked at the drawing too. They were both surprised and felt the same emotions Steve did. Why would a little girl draw that?

"Can you tell me what's happening in this drawing?" Steve asked gently, concern in his eyes.

"This is me when Daddy got blood all over my new dress. Don't worry though, it wasn't his, it was the guy on the floor. I don't think his guts were everywhere though, just his limbs were gone. I wanted to add more special to it so Daddy will like it." She told them casually as if it happened daily.

Steve was horrified. Who was her father? She sounded like she needed to be raised by someone else. He was concerned and worried, what had that girl seen?

Natasha finally spoke to the girl, "What's your name?" Her voice was commanding but calm.

The girl smiled finally. "I'm Ruthless!"

She sounded like a killer with that name and the ability to talk about dead people casually. They were confused how her father worked for S.H.I.E.L.D, they wouldn't let crazy killers work for them.

"Killing is a bad thing you shouldn't talk about it like that. Whose your father?" Natasha reprimanded.

The girl let out a small chuckle. "Are you really one to say that? You kill people all the time, all of you do. And I'm a bit confused because my Daddy said he worked with you, that's why I'm here after all." The girl paused for a second and he smiled dropped. "He didn't even tell you about me!" She cried, upset at her father.

"Whose your father young lady." Steve asked her with more gentleness than Natasha. Clint stayed quiet, he didn't know what to say because all he could think about is his daughter being like her. It scared him.

"Wade Wilson, otherwise known as Deadpool. I'm not in any of the movies or comics though. But I was there the whole time! Just ask him." She said. Natasha blinked.

She was just like him; they looked the same, they were both insane, and they both liked death. She wondered if she was immortal also.

"You're Wade's kid? Explains a lot. You immortal like him?" Clint asked.

The girl nodded and pulled a knife out of her bag. She proceeded to stab it into her head, squirting blood on the wall next to her. She looked at everyone's wide eyes and smiled. Her hands in a thumbs up.

"Wanna see something funny!?" She inquired, having an idea to make the boring day fun.

"Uh-eh-erm. I guess. Sure" Clint responded, unsure if he should have said yes.

She opened the door, ignoring their protests and ran into the office. She got blood everywhere and everyone started screaming. While everyone else was horrified she was laughing her butt off. "Look at their faces!" She was doubling over in laughter and another voice joined in. It was her father, Deadpool.

"Daddy cut off my arm! It's gonna be so funny!" She told him. Her father did exactly that and they both started laughing even harder at everyone's faces. The kids were mortified and shoved in another room. The adults glared at Wade and yelled at him. They felt horrible for the little kid, having a father like him. Tony Stark walked into the room, and unfortunately, got a child's arm threw at him.

He screamed like a girl. Ruthless went over to Tony and picked up her arm, throwing it away in the garbage like it was a candy wrapper.

"Ruthless that was the best!" Deadpool praised his daughter.

"Wade this is no way to raise a child! A child we didn't even know existed." Steve yelled.

"Can we go play now Daddy." The girl asked, tugging on his sleeve with her leftover arm, ignoring Steve.

"Sure!"

The duo left, ignoring the shouts of everyone. Deadpool has a daughter that's as crazy as him.