'Merc With A Heart?' (Deadpool x Reader) [ DISCONTINUED ]

'Taken'

(Explicit Language Ahead. Eh, who am I kiddin, what'd you expect from Deadpool? Haha!)

I struggle and squirm, trying to break free of the ropes around me. Men in all black glare at me. I turn my glance away from their faces to my surroundings.
The van was just as you'd expect it to be. Cold, dark, and dirty. I look at the walls of the vehicle. Blade marks covered the walls, along with several bullet holes.
We must've hit a bump on the road as the van jumps, causing me to hit my side on a metal bench frame. I grunt and close my eyes. Everything's going to be alright. Wade will save me, right? Yeah. Wade Wilson will come and show these punks what he's made of... Hell, he probably doesn't even know I'm gone...
The van hits another bump... And another one, until the van completely swerves and everyone starts to slide. I open my eyes and try to curl my body up in a ball to protect myself.
The van hits something hard, and then finally comes to a complete stop. The men quickly stand up and load their sub-machine guns. I don't make a sound for I don't want to die today.
The men look at each other and crouch near the doors in front of me. Completely forgetting me, they start to count to three.

"One..." A man says gruffly, "Two..."

Before the man could say three, the door busts open and a dude in a red and black suit slashed the men with his katanas. "SURPRISE!" He shouts. Deadpool.
He jumps inside and starts slashing them all, deflecting bullets with the blades of his swords.
He grabs one guys arm and shoots the other man with his pistol. Then, he quickly snaps the guy's arm and shoots him straight in the head. "That's gotta hurt!" He says while returning his katanas into their holders.
"Hey baby-girl," he grunts as he pulls his belt back up, "so let's get you out of these cheap ropes and get back on the road, whadya say?" He swiftly cuts me loose. "Oops, I forgot." He says while pulling the duck tape off my mouth.
"First of all, I'm not your "baby-girl", and second of all, I'm not coming with you." I say firmly. He laughs nervously and stutters while putting one finger in the air.
"Hah, b-but, I just saved your ass! Don't you think you should come with me? I mean, come on! What do I have to do to get you to love me?" He pouts.
I grin when looking away from him and sigh. "You don't need to get me to love you," I say, "and, I didn't need saving anyways." That sure did it for him.
"WHAT? You were tied up and held hostage by buff guys with guns! If it wasn't for me, you'd be dead meat." He shouts. I turn around and cross my arms.
"Yeah, I would," I say, "and I'm glad you were there, but- I'm not that kind of girl. I didn't expect myself to be with some psycho in a costume who murders for a living! I don't want this life! I need to get a real job and move on with my life. Without you in it."
He grumbles and says under his breath, "You're such an ass." Then he walked away, and jumped from the highway down to a subway tunnel.
I look over my shoulder to see him gone. I huffed and turned to leave.

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The rest of the night was peaceful...and quiet. It was much different without Dead-drool around. I started looking for jobs while drinking my fresh brewed tea.
"Let's see here..." I said to myself while scrolling down the website. Most of them required college degrees, so the only job I could find was working at a Mexican restaurant. I signed up and waited for an answer. The sign up sheet said it would take about two days. And so I waited...

(Sorry for such a short chapter. Love ya! ;-)
-Your Writer