Unconditional (Deadpool x OC that reps reader)

Chapter One

Oh Shit 

Elle's POV

One day. One simple day. Is that too much to ask? Apparently yes. If ever I needed one, Carmen's wedding day is it. Do you have a friend you're like in love with and are basically married to but like in a platonic way? Yeah, that's me and C. Anyways, as the maid of honor, I was trusted with the rings. Charlie the groom and Michael the best man both agreed it was for the best. I put the rings in a small bag in my backpack.

I'm going to sit down to wait for the bus, but it's running late; I set my bag down for a second and throw my head down to tie my curly hair up and to tie my shoes. That's when I feel the wind of someone running past me and my bag is suddenly gone. I don't even think.

"Hey!"

I run after them. The wedding rings are in that bag. I don't know what I'm going to do, even if I catch up to them. I accidentally run into someone.

"Sorry!" I blurt out without looking. 

"Really? The red and black suit and no questions?

"No time!" I scream and ignore the stranger. Eye on the prize.

I ignore his mumbling before running again. I can still see the person who took my bag. We make it to an ally, "Give me the bag." I call. The stranger laughs. I keep a safe distance. "Okay, just let me take one thing from the bag that's really important sentimentally."

"No way," the guy scoffs.

"Hey!" I turn my head. No way. What the hell? It's Deadpool; like from the news and shit. "It's the girl who ignored me near the bus stop."

"Sorry?" I mumble, "I just—"

"I get it, kid, you were starstruck." He Then turns his head, "Is this seriously the dialogue you're going with, author?" (A/n shut up, Wade.)

I ignore most of what he said cause it was more mumbled. Besides, I don't care if he believes that I was starstruck. "Yeah, okay," it accidentally comes out really sarcastic. 

"Rude," he mumbles.

The guy who stole my bag scoffs and starts to run up the fire escape. I look at Deadpool. "Get him, dumbass." 

"Rude," he mumbles again but runs. 

I run up the stairs too. The two of them fight, the guy throws my bag and it falls. I lean over the side to see if I can see my bag. Yes! It's on a windowsill. I can almost reach it. I take a deep breath and dangle so that I'm on one of the window ledges. I grab onto a corner with a life or death grip and leant down and to the left. I can almost reach it. I scoot over a little and lean more. Right before me there's a busy street, if my bag falls, it'll be run over, or cause an accident, or both. I loosen my grip a bit more and grab my bag. Yes! My success is short lived, cause my fingertips finally slip. Before I fall, I feel someone grab my arm. After that, I can push myself up while the person helps me stabilize.

"Saving people isn't normally in the job description," he jokes slightly.

"Thanks," I smile a little, "Now I gotta go!"

"What?"

"I've got a wedding! The rings are in the bag!" 

"Congratulations!" He calls back.

I turn around, "It's not my wedding."

Then I run down the stairs. 

Narrator's POV

That was Elle's first interaction with the infamous Deadpool. She made it to the wedding: got dressed in her lilac bridesmaid dress, had her hair nicely done, and helped her best friend get better. She did have an off feeling, one she couldn't explain.

Elle smiled through the wedding. She was happy as she walked down to the alter, where she would watch Carmen enter to marry Charlie. The beautiful rings held up on a pillow by Carmen's two year old cousin: Gabriel. It was an outdoor wedding and the weather couldn't have been better. Everyone started to go to their cars to move from the church's backyard to the after party venue. 

The next part is important. It was like this weird thing. She felt it before it happened. The sound of gunshots. In a second, Elle made eye contact with the person who was looking out their car window. She knew she was next. Elle turned, too slow.

She fell to the ground, but not because she was shot. Elle fell because someone fell on top of her. "Carmen," Elle whispered.

"It's okay," Carmen whispered,  "remember in the second grade when you pushed Carl Anderson off the swings because he was making fun of that ugly bowl cut my mom gave me."

Elle laughs through her tears, "Carl Anderson sucked."

Elle's POV 

Carmen almost smiles. "Yeah, he did. The point is we always promised to be friends after that. Thanks for that."

"Don't talk like that. Like your dy-dying."

"Elle," she breathes, "You're okay."

"I can't do this without you. You're so dumb. You shouldn't have done this."

"Hey you know me," she winces, "Always willing to put you before me."

"No," I cry.

She pulls off a bracelet and presses it into my hand. "Let me go."

"I can't. I can't."

"Elle, let me go."

Her uneven breathing stops. "No," I whisper with tears, "no!"

I scream and hug her. 

"You need to get out of here."

I look up momentarily. Deadpool. What is he even doing here? "No," I mumble, "It was supposed to be me."

"Well it's not," he mumbles, "Now you need to get out of here."

I stand up, not sure where I would be going. I feel dizzy, I try to move, a step or two, then it all goes dark.