SPANDEX | Wade Wilson

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"Wade, don't."
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"You have a document on me?" Wade asked angrily as he threw the file down onto her bed and it was opened on her mission orders. "What the fuck, Alina?! I'm just your mission? Is that it?!"

"No, no. Not anymore." Alina denied, reaching to grab the file but Wade snatched it back quickly. "Wade! Give me that back."

"No." He chuckled humourlessly, walking out of her bedroom and into the living room. "Why didn't you tell me, huh!?"

"Because I was on a mission." Alina answered as Wade placed it down on the kitchen island and started to read through it.

"Let's start, shall we, dungarees?"

"Wade, stop." Alina mumbled, pushing some hair from her face.

"'Seduce Wade Wilson'." He listed, shortening the words down. "'Make him trust you'. 'Get information about the Red Room'. 'Kill Wade Wilson'. Interesting, yeah. Yeah, this is great, Lina. Thanks for this, by the way."

"I'm not doing the mission anymore, Wade, I promise." Alina stated firmly.

"And I should trust you why?" The mercenary shot back. "And what the fuck is the Red Room? What do I know of it and why would that excuse you to kill me?"

"It wouldn't because you don't know anything about it." Alina responded.

"Apparently I do." Wade gestured to the file. "Why me?"

"Dreykov thought you were a threat and I was ordered to kill you." Alina muttered, crossing her arms over her chest while Wade glared at her. "That was before everything else happened. He's dead now, I don't have to do anymore missions."

"Why does his death have anything to do with the fact you were planning to kill me?" Wade questioned.

"Because he controls me. Well, he did." Alina responded.

"You better have a real fuckin' good explanation." Wade seethed.

"I do, I do." Alina nodded. "Dreykov, he takes girls and turns them into assassins. He traffics them over the world to the Red Room where they train. 1 in 20 girls survive it and become a Widow which is why I have that suit."

"You told me your dad trafficked you." Wade said, hands leaning on the island while he continued to glare.

"He did. He wasn't that well known but he wanted to be. He's a Super Soldier. Wanted to be Captain America and told people that he was better. He was partners with Dreykov before he was sent to prison for life. He told Dreykov of me when I was three months." Alina explained.

"If he's a Super Soldier, so are you. Lift something." Wade ordered.

"What?" The Russian asked.

"Lift something." Wade repeated.

"Fine, fine." Alina mumbled, squatting by the settee and lifting the edge up before pulling the whole thing off the floor and looking at Wade with raised eyebrows.

"Okay. That checks out." He shrugged and she placed it back down. "We're you gonna kill me if he didn't die?"

"No." Alina answered, honestly. "I wasn't going to kill you."

"And what if he come for you?" Wade pushed.

"I'd kill him myself. I got the news he died barely half an hour ago." Alina said, rushing to grab her computer and open the device, showing it to Wade.

"Who's N. Romanoff?" He asked.

"Natasha Romanoff. Uh, she was my sister while me and Alexei had to do a mission in Ohio with Melina, my fake mother, and Yelena, my other sister." Alina explained quickly as Wade read the email. "We had to be a fake family for a few years so Alexei and Melina could get intel for Dreykov."

"Who's Alexei?" Wade quizzed, turning to her once he'd read the email.

"My father. Actual birth father. The Red Guardian." Alina replied.

"This is unbelievable." Wade sighed quietly, storming into her bedroom. "I trusted you with everything to find out you were only doing it to kill me this whole time!"

"Wade, I wasn't going to kill you! I was giving up!" Alina called after him.

"So, how long until you would have told me that was your mission?" Wade asked, popping his head out of the doorframe to look at her.

"I don't know." She answered quietly. "But I would've. When I knew it was safe to!"

"Why couldn't you just stop when you want?" Wade questioned, inside her room and she couldn't see him.

"Because this is all I've known since I was born." Alina said as he came out of her room with a duffle-bag of what she presumed were his clothes he left over. "Wade, don't."

"No! I'm going and I don't know if I'll be back until I've figured out what the fuck is going on in my fucking head!" Wade shouted, slamming the apartment door behind him.

Alina slouched on the settee, pressing her face into her hands as she sighed, knees tucked into her chest. The door opened again and Wade stormed back inside, quickly going into her room and coming back out.

"Forgot my dinosaur." Wade told her, leaving with the red teddy and she flopped down on the settee, angry with herself.

Shooting up, Alina went to her kitchen draw and grabbed a knife, pulling up her leggings until her upper thigh was revealed. Stabbing the blade into her leg, she grunted quietly at the pain but sliced her thigh, stopping when's he saw a small silver thing that was beeping with green light.

Pulling out the tracker, she placed it on the island before smashing it with her boot multiple times so it was for sure broken. Sadly, she made her way over to the settee and curled into a ball, regret coursing through her.

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