Mistakes Happen

Its Ok

A/N 

im using my computer to write this so forgive my shitty grammar please

(Y/N) POV

"Oh shit." I said staring at him. He had brown eyes and messy, but sexy brown hair, he had on a weird shirt and tan pants on.

"Pardon?" He asked confused as hell of why would I say that. All the sudden I felt weird, every thing I've been holding back for 6 year, yeah 6 fucking years, came pouring like a dam that has  been broken. My vision became blurry and I started crying and freaking out not knowing what's wrong with me. 6 years worth of tears, anger, regret, love, hatred was pouring out. Peter looked at me and he was asking what was wrong. By that I was on my knees, Peter bent down and helped me up and carried you to the counselor.

"No, please don't call my dad. I warn you!" I begged the counselor. Bitch wouldn't budge either.

"He'll be down here in ten min-" she gets cut off by my dad kicking in the door. He started towards Peter but I stopped him.

"Dad don't..." He looked at me, the red and puffiness under my eyes. "He helped me, dad."

"What happened?" He questioned me knowing I didn't want to answer at all but he pushed me to tell him. But instead of telling him, I hugged him and told him to take me home and he complied.

Deadpool's POV ( same rules apply for his voices)

All I remember when I see her is that she's dead inside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. And now she's crying. Fuck.

"So you wanna go kill people with me? Will that cheer you up? I mean you can beat the shit outta Weasel." She giggled and I was surprised. Did she just laugh? What the hell is going on? I just look down and see her (h/l) (h/c)hair and noticed she looks like Vanessa so much, fuck I miss her.

"You didn't answer my question." She looked up very confused. "Do you want to kill people with me?"

"What the fuck! Are you serious? Oh my God can I be an anti-hero too? Ooooooo can I be call-"

"You are Deadpool's daughter of course you can be a high trained killer like me, I mean like father like daughter." I cut her off

"Cut me off again and I'll kill you." She said with a smile. God I missed little murderous threats from her, so I smiled back.

Y/n POV

My dad is going to let me kill people!? What the actual ass? I'm so fucking excited I jumped up and down like a fucking fat man looking at 1 dollar cheeseburgers. (sorry if i offend you).  But I still needed to go to school. Fuck. 

"So dad, what did you do today?" I asked curiously. He keeps looking at me funny, its fucking creepy. "Like I said before school.  By the way, if you're going to kill people. It'll need to become second nature, Bear." He stated. " You will work with me for a while, then you can ask Weasel for a Gold Card. You got it?" he asked. All I had to do was nod. 

This will be fucking great. Watch out bitches, and make sure your name isn't on a Gold Card. "Dad are you absolutely sure you want me to do this shit also? Because once I start, you WILL NOT be able to stop me." I say raising your voice a little for him to understand I'm serious.  " YES I'M SERIOUS! Or I wouldn't have said that (y/n)! Now lets get home." I flinched a little at his tone and he noticed my eyes had tears again. He walked up to me and hugged me so I just stood there, breathing in and out. I'm starting to wonder why I cannot stop fucking crying. Stop stop stop stop, shit now its worse 

"Its Ok" My father comforts me...

Yea itll be OK... Right?