100 Marvel One Shots✔️

Fanfic Is Just Wobbly Canon >> Wade "Deadpool" Wilson X Male!Reader

There was the shot of the gun from that asshole, and the bang! of the shot itself, and well, you did what you did. Your feet move themselves, your brain makes you move faster than before. Sure, earlier today you couldn't function enough to hold your own with your density vs. the tea cups, but now, your body is in fight mode. And before you can register what you're doing, you've moved.

You feel the bullet, and feel somewhat hollow, and but its then you shift. Your skin grows dense, like concrete trying to drip dry out of a waterless tap.

Time seems to go back to normal after that.

And you collapse to the ground, heavy. From the hole in your chest, you know you're bleeding onto the X-Force unitard. From what's hurting the most, you know the bullet has hit your heart, right where you didn't need a bullet to go through. But you took it.

"Bruv," Russel says, shocked.

"__________!" Wade's at your side. "No – what!"

You look to him, unable to articulate anything. From shifting your mutation as you took the bullet, you can only assume it's taking up all your energy, all your will, and you can feel weaker. "H-hi." You whisper.

"__________, you can't die," Ellie blinks, looking between you and Colossus. At the mansion, you never thought yourself as close, but here she is, breaking. "Call someone!"

But you're focusing on Wade, with every second you have left.

"__________, no," he says, pulling the mask up, so you can see his lips. "You can't die too."

You muster all your strength, and reaching toward Wade with your hand, you place your fingers on his chin, and your hand falls to land on his chest. "I...I l –," You splutter, your heart rate fading quick, your lungs unable to fill. "you."

It all goes dark.

Time is strange when you don't care about it. He care deeply for it, especially since it's what he works on. Lives off. Needs. But he says he doesn't care, and that's what other people know of him. They don't know much of him. Like how he had a son, once. A perfect child, unaffected like him. It drove him mad, seeing the boy showing no mutant genes. It was when he and his wife, quite young, and quite sure of it at that time, decided to return this child to where he came from. Originally. So that it could have the best life for someone like that.

So, he had his wife write a note, and they wrapped the child in a scarf, and marked him in a way so if he wanted to, he could find the boy. And together, he and his child, went to the late 20th century, to a small orphanage in New York city. He chose a warm night, to leave him, in a box that smelt faintly of cigarette smoke.

After that, time went on for him. Forwards, backwards, his device worked well. Until that night, and then, he, in revenge for what happened to his family, armed himself with it, and saw it had only two more rides left. One to the 21st century. To take out Russell Collins. And one to return home.

But plans change.

Cable watches the young man fall, having taken the bullet. But it isn't until he takes his hand, and places it against Wade's chest that he notices a small mark on the inside of his wrist. Three dots, faded, yes, but, there, as if tattooed.

He knows those dots. While the X-Force are busy churning out tears, he turns his device, and in time – a fluid thing, really – goes backwards, for once, in a small way. Ten minutes, back when they were un-squashing out of the taxi together.

He does what he does, and shrugs when asked why he touched the younger man's chest. He feigns indifference, and, well. The rest is history. Future.

Now.

You see it happening, perhaps, before he did.

There was the shot of the gun from that asshole, and the bang! of the shot itself, and well, you did what you did. Your feet move themselves, your brain makes you move faster than before. Sure, earlier today you couldn't function enough to hold your own with your density vs. the tea cups, but now, your body is in fight mode. And before you can register what you're doing, you've moved.

You feel the bullet, but, not as you expect it. Your body is tensed, your mutation had kicked in, but there was no feeling. It's then you realise.

The bullet is nestled into the ground near your feet, dented by something. You're intact. Russel's intact. You frown, and look to Wade, and your eyes land on Cable. He nods, as cryptic as ever, and it is then when he goes to inspect his gun.

"I nearly died," you whisper, looking once more to your friends, your eyes settling on Wade. Your adrenaline is still coursing your body, and it's in a split second when you stride toward him, looking at him through the mask. "Wade, there's something I gotta tell you."

Russel gives you two a look, and moves toward Colossus, away from you too.

"You left the stove on at my place?" he asks.

"No, no, not that," you shake your head. "Do you remember back in 2010 when we first met? In the alleyway? You stabbed me, but I –,"

He nods.

But you persist. "Do you remember all of it? Because sometimes it's like you try to erase that bit, because you've never brought it up. You were with V –,"

Wade interrupts you, ripping the mask from his face that looks like an undercooked and under-sauced pepperoni pizza, and at once, he cradles your face with his gloved hands, and your heart stops. Not in the literal way. Because finally, it's happening sober. It's happening out of your guilty pleasure daydreams and wishes.

"I wasn't sure if you remembered," he says to you, as you break for air.

"Gross," says Russel.

"Every sock has a pair," says Yukio, no doubt holding Ellie's hand.

"Of course I remembered," you say, and kiss Wade forkin' Wilson, the guy you've been in love with since that night in 2010.