Chapter 2
9:04
“So you’re telling me, you had a child bleeding out on top of you, and instead of calling 911, you called in your fucking favor!?”
“Well when you say it like that…”
“Wade!”
Wade winced, this was why he never called in this favor. He opened his mouth to defend himself against the onslaught of disappointed X-men, when Jean gray walked in the room wearing a grim expression.
“Shit, is the kid ok? Are they going to be okay? Because they passed the fuck out the moment they relaxed, and I couldn’t hear their heart beat or their breathing or-“
“They’re fine Wade, but, um, ok no they’re definitely not fine. Their scan’s show signs of severe trauma. They’re clearly a mutant since their wounds are already almost completely healed, and the moment they woke up they nearly took Kurt’s eye out in what appeared to be instinct, Wade… where did you say you found them?”
Wade sat back in relief, wait trauma? He Shot back up, wait mutant!?
“Wait they woke up!? Hold on where are they, if they nearly stabbed bluey over there then they’re probably panicking right now and that can’t be good.” Wade said, Jean raised an eyebrow and after a moment she looked at Logan and spoke.
“Are you sure this is our Wade?”
Logan sighed. “Sadly yes I am sure, no one else I’ve met has been able to smell like that.”
Wade decided to ignore that comment and instead stood up and walked toward the redheaded teacher, getting up in her face.
“look I know you don’t like me, but I can read people pretty fucking well when I want to, and that kid recognized me for some reason, and I am one of the only people in here that is fluent in Russian, so can you show me where they are or do I need to stab Logan a few times before you show me?”
Jean rolls her eyes, “fine, it’s your funeral, and I’m not responsible for anything that happens to you.”
She nods, indicating she wants Wade to follow her, and leads him down the hallway and into the elevator leading down to the basement. They walk side by side down the sterile hallway to a slightly destroyed room With medical equipment, and in the corner of the room sits the child.
Now that he can see them in better lighting, he sees the unwashed dark brown hair, their dark brown eyes are dead, and the scars. He can see most of their skin now, thanks to their clothes needing to be cut off to treat their wounds, and their entire torso is covered in scars. They have it all, burns, cuts, bullet wounds, electrical scarring, brands, initials. And their face, they have three, one going from just below their left eyebrow, to just above their right cheekbone. The other two are on their temples, and they look like electrical scars, like they had two tasers on full power shoved into their head.
Wade took a few quick breaths, ok, he could work with this. He took some slow steps toward the child, giving them plenty of time to run if they wanted to, he stayed calm and eventually sat in front of the child. He smiled gently at them, and they looked back at him cautiously, before jumping him (he got knocked on his ass which hurt), but they just hugged him. And cried, silently. So, he clutched the child in his arms and did his best to comfort them.
“God, what did i get myself into this time.”