The man held her tightly from behind; one arm was tightly around her waist (and it also tried to pin her arms down to her waist, but she wasn’t having it), and the other was holding a hunting knife to her throat. She was staring at the masked man in front of her, too far away . . . .
"TAKE YOUR MASK OFF!" The goon holding her back shouted at him. The masked man hesitated. She loudly whimpered as she felt the blade slightly dig further into her skin. She could feel it slicing a small part of her throat, and a tiny drop of blood fell. The masked man flinched at the scared, pained sound that she made. He reached up to pull his mask off slowly. "Don't do it, Wade!" She questioned if she should say "Wade" or "Deadpool", but the man that was keeping her hostage already knew her boyfriend's name, and she also has a feeling that he would be dead in the end, and she and Wade would get to live happily ever after with unicorns and chimichangas.
"I will slice up your little harlot's throat if you don't take it off. Come on, 'Deadpool'. Why don't you show her what you look like?!" At her, he directed this: "Do you really think that he's going to be some 'Sexiest Man Alive' Award winner like Ryan Reynolds or something?!" He also added: "Maybe you just need a real man, Baby." He darkly chuckled into her ear. "You might not like what you see when you get a really good look at him."
He went on to talk about how she’d leave Wade all alone, because all *b-words* are shallow, and they all need "a real man", and blah-blah-blah.
She was grimacing, and her eyes were wide with fear. "How do you know that I haven't already seen him?!" She spat out. "I love him no matter what!" She shouted angrily. "'A real man'? Is that what you think that you are?! Ha! You're the one that's going to be alone-" She said while basically being strangled with a knife against your throat.
"No life . . . ." She said before turning her head quickly and biting his arm. She would have never thought that she would do something so gross, but (almost) anything was an option for her right now if it meant that she got to live another day with the love of her life. At the least, he was wearing long sleeves, but he still tasted bad. He screamed out and moved his arm away from her throat.
"No wife . . . ." She said, grabbing his thumb and twisting it back, leading him to drop the knife. She knew that he'd feel the aftershock going down a specific vein in his arm. He cried out. Deadpool just watched; he was almost basically in shock and didn't know what to do.
"And no children!" She shouted after turning around, while she kicked him in the groin. He gave a deep shout. He was down.
She quickly turned on her heels and started running toward Wade. It was almost all over. It was like everything was in slow motion. She knew that he'd catch her in his arms.
He was opening his arms to her, stretching them out toward her to catch her. She started to smile. She was almost there. That's when they both heard a loud "Bang!"
The man that had been holding her hostage to get to Wade had pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger (from his spot on the floor). There was a look of horror on Wade's masked face.
Wade caught her in his arms as she fell into them. Her legs gave out, and she was falling, but he caught her. He always caught her.
He slowly lowered them both down as she was falling to the ground. He was on his knees.
She was cradled back into his arms and against his chest. "Wade . . . ." She whispered out to him, a faint smile on her face. He ALWAYS caught her.
"Sh ... Sh ... Sh ... ." He said, "It's going to be okay. You are so bad-***, Princess." "'***'?" "Yes, '***'! Because I know how you don't really like cussing, and you tell me to watch my language." She coughed up some blood. "Wade, I love you."
They both suddenly heard another gunshot. Wade, reacting more quickly this time, laid her down on the floor of the warehouse and roll-jumped over her in a way that put him next to her, on her left, facing her and blocking her from the second bullet.
The bullet pierced his suit and flesh, and he closed his eyes with a grimace and made a guttural "Mmmph!" sound.
"Wade . . . !" "Hey-" He said in realization. "I just took a bullet for you, [MC]!" He said excitedly. "*Gasp!* That must mean that I'm your prince charming!" "Wade . . . ." "-Your knight in shining armour ... Your knight in black-and-red armour ... Your knight in black and red spandex ... your mercenary in red and black spandex!" "Wade . . . ." She tried to get his attention. He was doing that whole [cute and awkward] rambling thing again.
She looked at him questioningly, and he could tell that she was searching him for an answer. And then he realized what it was. "[. . .]I love you, too." He said softly and seriously. Maybe even sadly, with the full weight of the situation crashing back down on the two of them, like waves on a sinking ship.
- "Like the Titanic!" -
Wade, this is my story, I'll do the narrating.
- "Well, you're making this into some sloppy, sappy sad story! My little Baby-Doll had better not die out there, especially after showing just how bad-*** she can be!" -
Okay, Wade! Dang, now let me get back to the story!
Wade salutes to the author.
- "You do that, Amy!" -
Ugh. ANYWAY(S).
Another gunshot could be heard. "Excuse me for a moment, Princess." He said as his masked eyes gazed into hers. They both hoped that it wouldn't be the last time.
He spun around to one knee, brandishing his katanas, and stood up, deflecting the bullet away from the two of them. He was angry.
- "Yeah, no ****, I'm angry! My Baby is probably about to die!" -
Cool it, Wade!
- "Fine!" -
UGH.
He had such a menacing, serious look on his face under his mask. He stood there for a second, glaring evilly at the goon. He then charged and rushed at the man, deflecting the rain of bullets that came his way. The man was finally getting up. Wade [*censored*] him. The man had blood spilling from his mouth. "Only I get to call her 'Baby'." He [*censored*] one of the katanas [*censored*] and [*censored*].
He stood there for a second, looking at the mess, before he realized again and turned around, re-sheathing his katanas and running back to her.
"Wade."
"It's gonna be okay, Princess." He said, kneeling next to her. He picked her up and carried her bridal-style out of the old warehouse.
He called Spider-Man for some help. "Yeah, Spidey? We've got a Baby-Girl down! I repeat, we've got a Baby-Girl down!" She laughed and coughed up blood. They'd hung up, and he was telling her that it would be okay, that they'd be here soon, that she’d get to a hospital, that she’d be okay. He was trying to hide the emotion in his voice, she could tell.
"I love you, Wade."
"I love you, too, [MC]."
Her hand was on his masked face as he held her. She pulled him down to kiss her. After that kiss, he pulled his mask up (partially) and gave her a *real*, long, loving kiss.
Spider-Man arrived in his Spider-Car, and he drove the two of them to the nearest hospital. Wade was ashamed to go in there along with her after they took her in. He was still in his suit, and he felt like this was *all* his fault.
He was about to decide to leave, when he heard her calling his name as the doctors were taking her away. He immediately went to her.
She survived the gunshot, miraculously so. The doctors had said that, if it had gone just a little bit more to one side, it could have severed her spinal column, and she’d have either died or become paralyzed.
She and Wade were so relieved. They cried in each other's arms after the whole process and the news that she’d survive. He had his mask off after the doctor had left.
"Are you ready to go home now, Future Missus Wilson?" He asked her lovingly and relieved. "Yes, Mister Wilson slash my Future Baby-Daddy." She replied with a smile that turned into a grin.
She and Wade lived happily ever after with some unicorns and with some (vegan) chimichangas.
- "'Vegan'?! Why 'vegan'?!" -
Because I said so, Wade.
- "Ugh, fine." -
THE END. :)
- "Or is it?!" -
Yes, it is, Wade.
- "UGH, fine, okay. -
(Until the next time, that is!) ;)
- "I knew it!" -
Shut up, Wade!
- "Damn, touchy." -
*Sigh.*
- "I love you, too, Mommy!" -
"Mommy"?!
- Well, yeah, you wrote this story, so it's like you gave birth to it, so you're like it's Mommy!" -
I AM NOT YOUR MOMMY, WADE!
- "It was just a joke ...don't worry, Amy, I still think that you're one fine piece of-" -
Don't you say it, Wade!
- "-***!" -
- *Winks twice, one on each side.* -
THE END!
(Until the next time, that is! Maybe!)
- "See! I knew it! I told you so!" -
Wade!
- "Love ya! Hehehe!" *Giggles.* -