Chapter 1
2003 November 6th 7:27 pm.
Wade walked the streets by his apartment, he was bored as all hell, and he had nothing else to do since sister Margaret’s was closed after a very violent incident with the deadpool. He walked passed alley after alley with nothing interesting in sight, which sucks because he was itching for something to fuck or fight. He didn’t particularly care which. He sighed and his breath was visible, goddamnit was cold.
He was shaken from his thoughts by a cut off scream from a nearby alleyway. It sounded like a child. Now he may be a mercenary, but he was not a monster. Which was why he ran toward the alley where the scream came from, when Wade rounded the corner he was ready for there to be a pedophile or a bunch of kids playing a prank. What he got though, was a 12 maybe 13 year old child, laying in the alley, bleeding.
Wade dug his nails into his palm to ground himself. He would not panic, he was a mercenary for gods sake! He knelt by the child, and was immediately tackled. Blood soaked his clothes where the child was trapping him with hands on his throat. Wade raised his hands above his head in a sign of peace (hopefully). The kid had dark brown eyes and hair. Their skin was pale and their mouth was red with blood.
They paused, blinking as if seeing for the first time, before using one hand to shut his mouth and keep his head in place, before leaning down and smelling him (and seriously who does that!?) He can’t exactly say no, so he’s kinda stuck until the kid lets him go.
But instead of letting him go they fall limp on his chest, crying quietly. More blood soaked through his clothing, to much blood, the kid was going to bleed out on his chest!
“Oh fuck, shit kid we gotta get you to the hospital-“
“нет…” the kid interrupted in.. Russian? Wait no? The fuck do they mean no! He doesn’t have enough medical experience to treat them, and Weasel is still working on the bar, so he can’t exactly call anyone! The only person he’s even friendly with is Weasel, anyway.
“Kid you need medical attention, and you need it soon. Shit, I do not want to call in that favor….”
The kid doesn’t respond. He curses and grabs his phone out of his pocket. This is not going to be a pleasant phone call.
8:19 pm
Wade collapses onto the couch with a sigh. The X-men may be fast, but it was still a 20 minute flight, and it had taken 10 minutes just to get the kid into the fancy basement of the mansion. Since apparently Logan getting a slightly panicked call in the middle of dinner was cause for concern.
Speaking of which, what felt like the entirety of the X-men were in front of him, including the newly turned “villains” (he thought that Magneto was completely justified in his actions.) Erik lehnsherr and Mystique.
“I guess I owe you an explanation.” Wade said.
“Yes.” Logan’s gruff voice was a little bit annoyed but he mainly sounded curious and concerned. The rest of the X-men nodded.
And with that he started his explanation.