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Somebody To Love part 2 {Wade Wilson}

*Deapool*

You were standing on the balcony, eyeing all the rich men in the room, looking for your next target when you saw him.

He was a pale, pudgy, pasty white dude with a Colonel Sanders mustache, a white suit to match and a monocle, as well as the most expensive looking cane you'd ever seen. It had a gleaming mahogany staff with a shiny golden cobra head that had garnet eyes. You noticed him earlier on when he arrived in a brand new, bright orange Bugatti. He  practically reeked of midlife crisis.

He was perfect.

You smoothed out your dress and began making your way down the stairs. Once you made it, you looked at him seductively and he looked at you. You smiled and walked up to him.

"Pleasure to meet you," you spoke in your sexiest tone while holding out your hand to him.

"The pleasure's all mine, darlin'," he spoke in a deep southern accent before kissing your hand. "The name's Jebidiah McGuckett. And yours?"

"Laverne Allistaire," you lied. "And can I just say that you look absolutely dashing tonight?"

"My, my, my, Ms Allistaire. If I didn't know better, I'd say you were flirting with me."

"Well, do you?" you asked.

"Do I what?" he asked back.

"Know better?" you smirked.

Jeb's face began heating up and his grip on his cane tightened but your moment was interrupted by someone standing between you two.

"Excuse me, ma'am, I couldn't help but notice you from across the room," he said. "If it's no problem to this lovely gentleman that you are obviously with, can I dance with you?"

You were about to reject him but Jeb beat you to it.

"No, it's no problem at all."

You felt like strangling the stranger in front of you. Could he not see that you were busy?

'He's lucky he's cute,' you thought to yourself.

You forced a fake smile onto your face before stepping onto the dance floor with him.

"You're welcome," he said as soon as you got there.

"Excuse me?" you questioned.

"Colonel Sanders over there is the head of an elite, underground drug syndicate. Stealing money from him would've been like stealing money from the Godfather."

"Who? Old Mc-Suck-it over there?" you asked but then stopped yourself. "Wait a minute. How did you know I—"

"I was sent to kill you," he answered. "Wade Wilson. Nice to meet ya."

"Y/N Y/L/N," you responded.

"Uh oh," Wade said.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Looks like one of Old McDonald's goons just exposed you. He's coming this way. We need to run."

Wade grabbed your hand and rushed through the crowd and out the back door. He kept running, hoping to reach an exit but instead, you two were met with a dead end.

"Shit," Wade cursed.

You two turned around but were met with McGuckett and at least ten of his henchmen. He placed his cane under his arm and began slowly clapping.

"Well played, Ms Allistaire or should I say, Y/N Y/L/N?" he asked then he removed his cane and held it in his left hand. "You thought you could just slither into my life and take all my money didn't you?"

"It's nothing personal, Jed, really," you told him.

"And I see you got a little friend with ya," he added. "Wade Wilson, right?"

"Actually, I prefer, 'The merc with the mouth'," Wade said.

Then the smile on McGuckett's face disappeared and was replaced with a deadly expression.

"Kill 'em both."

"Wait!" you exclaimed. "Before you kill me, is it okay if I get one last request?"

"I suppose," McGuckett shrugged. "I mean, I am a gentleman after all."

"Of course," you nodded. "My last request is that I sing a song."

"Sing a song?" one of the goons questioned.

"Yes, but not just any song. This song is very special to me. Have you ever heard of a band named 'Queen'?"

Wade's eyes widened in excitement, knowing what was about to happen. He was a about to see the Queen (eh? eh?) in action.

"I suppose you could sing your little song."

"Can anybody find me somebody to love?" you began.

You looked directly at Jeb and winked at him.

"Each morning I get up, I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry,
'Lord, what you're doing to me?'
I spent all my years believing you, but I just can't get no relief, Lord!" you sang while slowly walking to the closest goon.

You put your back against his chest and slid down, being sure to slip his gun out of its holster without him noticing.

"Somebody, ooh, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

With the final word, three bullets were already in his skull. That caused the other guys to come charging at you.

"I work hard everyday of my life
I work 'til I ache in my bones
At the end
I take home my hard earned pay all on my own
I get down on my knees."

You got down your knees and pulled two of your knives out of the holster you kept hidden under your dress then you tossed them at two of the henchmen and they landed right between their eyes.

'Three down, seven more to go,' you thought to yourself.

"And I start to pray
'Til the tears run down from my eyes
Lord, somebody, ooh, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love?"

The bodyguards had caught onto what you were doing and started charging at you. One grabbed your from behind and had your arms in a lock. That was fine though because all you really needed was your legs.

You CanCan kicked one of the bodyguards in the groin then when he fell to his knees you lodged the heel of your stiletto into his throat and while the dude who was holding you got distracted, you did a flip —careful not to dislocate your shoulders— and kicked him in the back. When he fell down, you smashed his head onto the concrete and made your way to your next victim.

"Everyday, I try and I try and I try
But everyone wants put me down
They say I'm going crazy," you sang then swiftly grabbed the cane away from McGuckett.

You took a swing at one of the goons and made sure the golden head made direct contact with his temple. Another goon was attempting to sneak up behind you but you saw it coming so you stuck the cane in his chest.

"They say I gotta lot of water in my brain
Ah, got no common sense
I've got nobody left to believe in."

You grabbed one of the dead goons' guns and shot the last three.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" you sang but stopped when you looked around you.

The floor was littered with all the dead goons and the only one left standing was McGuckett.

"Wait, are they all dead?" you asked. "But I didn't even make it to the bridge yet!"

You then shrugged and shot McGuckett point blank with the last bullet in the gun you were holding.

"Oh, well, 'reality is often disappointing', am I right?" you asked, turning to Wade but he was still in complete awe of you and what you had just done. "Oh wait, that hasn't happened yet."

You placed the gun in Wade's hands and kissed his cheek before fleeing the scene.

"See you around, Merc!" you called back.

"One day, I'm gonna marry that woman," Wade smiled.