My Merc. (deadpool x reader)

?Chapter 10?

But you stayed quiet, the weight of the situation still pressing on your chest. Wade, being Wade, probably didn't notice the full extent of your silence, or if he did, he just wasn't ready to address it.

You let out a sigh, though the simple action made your rib ache more. Wade noticed your discomfort and, for once, tried to be helpful without cracking a joke. He pulled his arm off your shoulder and gently grabbed your hand, leading you toward Blind Al's bathroom where the first aid kit was kept.

"Sit," he said, his tone more stern than usual. You didn't have the energy to argue, so you sat on the floor, making a point to do it slowly and with a bit of exaggerated reluctance, just to make his life a little more difficult.

Wade rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. He grabbed the first aid kit, then sat in front of you, his expression softening as he knelt down. He lifted your shirt just enough to get a good look at your ribs, eyes narrowing when he saw the slow trickle of blood.

"You're hurt worse than I thought," he muttered, focusing on cleaning up the wound as carefully as he could. Despite Wade's usual rough exterior and lack of tact, he was surprisingly gentle as he worked, trying his best not to cause you any more pain.

You watched him in silence, his concentration solely on tending to your injury. The way his gloved fingers moved over your skin, dabbing antiseptic on the cuts, made you feel... conflicted. There was always that line between you two, blurred by shared trauma and dark humor. But moments like this, when Wade was being quietly thoughtful, made it harder to ignore how close you were—how much you actually cared about him.

"You know," Wade said, breaking the silence, "you could've just asked me to carry you instead of letting Colossus have all the fun. I've been working out, you know. This ass doesn't just maintain itself."

You couldn't help but smirk. "You wouldn't survive carrying me. I'd break you."Wade looked up at you with a teasing grin. "Babe, I'm unbreakable. Except for, you know, the part where I break all the time." He glanced at his half-regrown arm. "But that's beside the point."

Despite the pain, his ridiculousness always managed to get a laugh out of you, even when things felt overwhelming.

Wade carefully applied the bandages, his hands still gentle, despite the ridiculousness of his banter. After securing the final piece of tape, he sat back on his heels, admiring his work with a proud look on his face.

"There. Good as new! Well, almost. You'll be back to your wolfy self in no time," he said, grinning.

You rolled your eyes but gave him a soft smile. "Thanks, Wade. I appreciate it... even if you act like an idiot half the time."

He feigned offense, placing his hand dramatically over his heart. "Half the time? I'm offended! I am an idiot all the time, thank you very much."

You laughed, wincing a little at the pain in your ribs. Wade noticed and immediately looked concerned again, though he tried to hide it behind his usual goofy demeanor."Maybe you should take it easy for a bit. Let those super-healing powers kick in," Wade suggested, sitting down next to you on the bathroom floor, his tone uncharacteristically serious.You leaned back against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment. "I don't have super-healing like you. It'll take a little longer."

"Well, then I'll just have to keep an eye on you. Make sure you don't go out and do something reckless... like jumping off an overpass onto moving cars," Wade quipped, nudging your shoulder.

You snorted. "Right. Because you're so good at avoiding reckless behavior."He shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "Can't argue with that. But seriously... you're good at what you do. We'll get Francis. It just might take a little longer, that's all."You stayed quiet for a moment, the weight of everything hitting you again. The fight, Francis slipping away, Colossus showing up out of nowhere, the constant back-and-forth between you and Wade... it all felt like it was piling up. You wanted this to be over. You wanted to find Francis, end this madness, and—though you'd never admit it—figure out what the hell you were supposed to do next with Wade.

"Do you really think we'll get him?" you asked quietly, opening your eyes and turning to look at Wade. There was a vulnerability in your voice you hadn't meant to let slip.

Wade's expression softened again, that rare moment where he wasn't cracking a joke or deflecting with humor. He reached over and gently took your hand, giving it a small squeeze. "Yeah. I do. And when we do... it's gonna be the biggest, messiest, most satisfying victory you've ever seen."

You let out a small laugh. "You sure know how to paint a picture."

"I'm an artist, baby," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Now, how about we go celebrate this victory of us still being alive by raiding Blind Al's fridge? I'm sure there's something edible in there... probably."

You raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that? I'd rather not eat expired cat food."

Wade stood up, offering you his hand. "Come on, live a little. I promise I'll test anything that looks suspicious. You know, for science."

You took his hand and let him pull you to your feet, wincing slightly at the pain in your side. "Fine. But if I get food poisoning, I'm blaming you."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," he said with a wink.

As you both made your way out of the bathroom and toward the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a little lighter. Things were still chaotic, and Francis was still out there, but for now, you had this—this weird, dysfunctional, but oddly comforting partnership with Wade. And as much as you hated to admit it, that was enough to keep you going.

For now.