AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

Scars ~ Wade Wilson

Request- readerXwadewilson, Wade is self-conscious about his scars and the reader helps him with his confidence.

IDontReallyCareOkie

Warnings- language, and references sex

Words- 2805

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Wade looked in the mirror and poked and prodded with his finger at the traces at covered his body entirely. He wore a frown when he remembers his skin that used to smooth, the stubble of a scratchy beard. The head with brown hair that he used to be able to play with and run his fingers through. 

He sighed as he looked at his chest, scarred and pale. He hasn't been to a beach in years, he's never taken his shirt off for anyone ever since the experiment. If he did he either doesn't remember or was very, very drunk. He missed his smoother skin, hell, he even missed the random moles and birthmarks that marked his skin. 

He felt bad for you. You and Wade have been dating for a little more than half a year and every time you wanted to have sex, he would either turn off all the lights, or blindfold you, or something so you didn't have to see him. 

He wasn't always like this, it was after he lost Vanessa. She gave him a sense of confidence like no other. He didn't care who saw the scars, she didn't care that he had them. Then, he lost her. Sure, he did an okay job with the grieving and mourning, the first few weeks were rough. He tried suicide, by laying on tanks of gasoline and lighting a match, multiple times. It didn't work, But, then he got distracted with the whole Russel, and Cable thing. But, after that, work died done and memories of Vanessa flooded back in.

Wade doesn't think any of this is your fault, or that you've done a bad job at being a loving companion. On the contrary, he thinks that you are fantastic, and this insecurity is something he needs to work out. But, he hasn't told you that, Wade has never been good with words in a serious sense. He's never been very good at expressing his feelings literally. 

He pulled on his red and black tactical suit and pull down his full-face mask. He huffed, but gave his head a shake side to side and forced himself to cheer up a bit. He was about to go on a mission, it will be fun. He's going all the way to Moscow, Russia. He'll probably stop and get a couple of glasses of vodka, barely make it to the mission, and then go the fuck home and get even drunker. 

"Um, Wade?" the director that was standing behind the camera called out from behind the bathroom door, "Are you ready to start filming?" he asks and Wade calls out, "Yeah!" he says and takes one last look at himself in the mirror. "Let's get this bread, " he says and walks out. "I'm waiting on you, " Wade says and the director readies the camera crew, lighting, and all other staff involved. 

You walked into the apartment right before they started filming. "Hey Wade!" you call out cheerfully. You wrap your arms around him and he reciprocates your embrace. You sigh with a smile, and although you can't see it, he is smiling too under the mask. "Are you already leaving for Russia?" you ask with a small pout. Wade nods, "Yeah, I'm kinda already running a bit late, but I'll bring you back something special, " he says and you smile. "I can't wait, give me a kiss, " you say and you push up the mask to expose his mouth. 

You give him a lingering peck on his lips and smile. "You should've been hanging upside down, " you say and Wade chuckles, "Do I look like Tobey Maguire to you?" he asks with a joking tease in his voice. You pull away and pull down his mask, "Don't die, and I'm making you favorite for dinner, so it'll be in the microwave if you come home late, " you say and pat his chest before walk past the film crew and into your bedroom. 

"Ready Wade?" the director asks and Wade nods. "Okay, sound? Camera? Lights?" The director checks and hums in approval when everything is in order, "Action!"