Home Invasion
Wade hadn't seen Spiderman in almost four weeks. He knew that he had moved onto bigger and better things. Working with the Avengers would be a huge break in his career. Maybe he could even become an Avenger. Deadpool sighed looking down at the street below. He'd been lonely. It had helped that he was able to text Peter but it was nothing like seeing someone in person. He couldn't help but feel left behind.
He knew that wasn't Spiderman's intention but it still left him bitter. He had managed to keep things under control in the city while he was gone. People were less inclined to congradulate him like they did the hero but now that the famous Merc with a Mouth was keeping the streets clean it seemed to scare people into line. Of course that meant the police were on high alert for the merc. Deadpool had to keep a low profile, more so then before. It was irritating seeing as he hadn't killed anyone and made sure each criminal went into custody. Then again he had been expecting it. His past was muddled with blood and dirty deeds.
He had managed to get away for a while though. He went to Agent Preston's house for Thanksgiving. Ellie had been extatic to see him. She questioned him nonstop about his team ups with Spiderman. They ate with the Preston family. Wade enjoyed the homey atmosphere and thanked Prestion for the hundredth time for taking care of Ellie. He stayed for only a couple of hours afterwards so that Ellie could fill him in on what she'd been up to. She was graduating soon, she was going to start junior high. Wade tried not to ponder on the time he lost. Instead helping her with her winter science project.
Their goodbye was just as painful as all the others. Wade kneeled down and held Ellie in his arms for as long as he could. She made him promise to meet up for Christmas. She had a present for him. He promised her and asked her for what she wanted she just demanded he show up. And to maybe bring Spiderman sometime. They did their small handshake before the merc left. Not daring to look back.
With Christmas rolling around he kept an eye out for anything his daughter might like. But she was just as weird as he was which made things just as simple as it was complex. Then again Ellie seemed to be content with anything Wade brought back with him. She was always so understanding and as the years went by she had adapted better then he thought. Though the angsty teen years were still yet to come. Wade could only hope things continued to go smoothly.
Deciding to push those thoughts aside he got up to scan the streets for anything that might be happening. He didn't have super hearing like Spiderman so he had to move from rooftop to rooftop. He made his way closer to home as he patrolled wanting to finish for the night. As he got closer he noticed a car. A nice car. Seated near his apartment. It didn't seem like the usual gang or mafia type. It was like something from a high end company.
He rounded the building, leaping to rooftops that put him just into the line of sight to his window. Fumbling through each pouch until he found a scope usually put on a rifle. He used it to look into his window. The rooms were dark, seemed empty but Wade didn't want to risk it. There was another bag full of things just a few blocks away. He changed into the baggy jeans and hoodie inside, taking the whole bag of weapons with him unsure of how things would play out. He kept his weapons hidden and made sure everything was loaded before going to his apartment. Sans mask. He wanted to have some element of surprise.
As he walked closer to the entrance of his apartment he could see two men leaned against the wall. They watched every person come and go from the doors. Wade pulled his hood low and brought out his phone. An excuse to turn his head away from them as he walked in. Waiting inside were three more people. Two women and another man, each placed in areas to scout out the area. The front desk, the elevator, the stairs. Wade doubted decided to take the stairs, bringing his phone away from the woman as he pushed the door open. He walked up the first flight, checking to make sure it was empty before pulling out the gun with a silencer waiting for the door to open.
Sure enough it did. The woman opened it, a gun in her hand. Wade waited until the door slammed shut behind her, he chose that moment to step out and shoot her. It wasn't a fatal shot but it was enough to put her into shock. He rushed down the steps, taking her gun before throwing her over his shoulder. He walked around underneath the staircase. He had to kick boxes aside but it worked. The woman groaned in pain as Wade dumped her down, using zip ties from the cart next to the boxes to tied her hands behind her back then her ankles. He tore through the boxes finding old hotel towels. He decided that'd work and stuffed what he could in her mouth before tying it around her head.
"Stay," he pointed at her. He shoved the boxes to hide her before rushing up the rest of the stairs. He peered into the first floor door finding one person wondering the halls. He walked up the second floor had one too. And the third. He took a deep breath going up to his floor finding the person. He walked out the door as quietly as he could when he turned. Deadpool crept up on him, listening to make sure the hall was quiet. When he was close enough he wrapped his arm around his throat, cutting off his air. He held onto the man until he passed out. The merc scooped up the unconscious body and ran to his room. He was glad to find it empty. So maybe they didn't know exactly where he lived. That was a good thing.
That didn't lessen the threat. They were surrounded by civilians. Ending things in a firefight would be the worst scenario. He had to deal with this quietly. "I finished all the Assassin's Creeds," he muttered. "I can do this." He went to his room to change into his suit, stocking up on all his weapons. kissing each of his katakana before sheathing them. This wasn't going to be easy.
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And it wasn't.
Wade was missing an arm, his couldn't move from his spot on the hall floor. He could hear muffled shouts and screams finding two bodies on the ground. He made it down to the second floor. He lost his arm on the fourth. Now there was a hunting knife in his spine paralyzing him. And people were starting to give him away. "Hey," he hissed at a teenage girl in a fastfood uniform. "Do me a favor? Take out this knife?"
"Like hell you creep!"
"Hey I just saved your life you brat!"
"W-who are you?"
"The person you owe your a favor. Now take out this damn knife." It took her two hands and a firmly planted foot on his shoulder blades but she removed it. He gave a pained groan just as she screamed. She was gone before Wade managed to pull himself up. His legs were still a bit numb but he managed to reload his gun just before more people rushed in. He shot at them, dragging himself behind an open door. They shot back, thankfully most of this floor was already empty and most of the agents were already taken care of.
Wade had really tried to keep the unaliving rule in place but they were making it increasingly difficult. Especially when they brought in Weapon X's super soldiers. He managed to the last few out quickly, then limped out the front door to the sidewalk where the two men waited. He shot them both without looking, making his way to the black expedition he first saw. He shot out two tires before it started. Then another when he was close enough just to make sure it wasn't going anywhere.
The driver door opened, an armed man stepped out. Wade took the bullets with little to no reaction. He gripped the man's wrist, breaking it. The van was empty, he could see a bunch of fancy high tech equipment in the back. He dragged the man to the back. Once inside he held his gun to the man's head. "Start talking," he demanded.
"Eat a dick." Wade slammed the butt of the gun into his mouth. The man spat out a tooth.
"I'm not into cannibalism. I'm guessing you're Weapon X since you didn't start with that hail Hydra crap. Who's your boss?"
"Just kill me. This job sucks anyways."
Wade gave an annoyed groan smacking him with the gun again. "How about you tell me what I want and then I'll do whatever you ask okay?"
"I'm not talk-"
"I'm getting VERY impatient. I won't kill you but boy could I make you wish you were dead. You're from that torture dungeon and I'm not talking about the kinky kind. I sat in that shithole for months. It gave me plenty of ideas." The man swallowed staring at the barrel of Wade's gun before sighing.
"I only know who told us to come here. I don't know how high up they are."
"Good enough, name."
"They call him Max. I don't know a last name. I don't even know if that's his real name."
"Description?"
"Tall, brown hair, lots of scars. He's a big dude."
"How'd you find me?"
"We have eyes everywhere. People saw you come to this building a few times. We just put the pieces together." Wade sighed looking at the computer monitors.
"Can you wipe this address from your files?"
"No," Deadpool glared at him. "I can put it in as a failure but I can't clear it. Also, you kind of killed my whole squad. If I go back empty handed they'll know."
"Not exactly," he moved out of the way gestured the screens. "SHIELD's on your guy's ass. If you put in that they stopped you then I can escape it."
"I mean it might work," he shrugged.
"Get to it," he snapped. He watched carefully the information was put in. "And word of advice? Get a better job."
The man sighed, "in this economy?"
"True," he muttered. "Can you keep this a secret?"
"Can you forget my face?"
Deadpool smirked, holstering his gun and offering his hand. "Deal. And, sorry about your wrist."
"It's cool. They've got good healthcare."
Wade left the van, warning him that actual SHIELD agents will be here soon. Deadpool managed to get back to his room and gather a few things before leaving to a safe house out near the suburbs. It was more of a shack then a house. And the only furniture inside was a futon that was torn apart, a half broken coffee table, and an old radio. Seemed like squatters or druggies stayed here at some point. He cleaned up what he could and redressed in his civies. He made his way into the city for some food. And beer cause why the hell not? He even went farther into the city for those tacos he liked. He was more then a little upset. His home had been jeopardized and he had to sleep in what could have passed for a trap house.
He had a paper bag full of tacos in one arm and two cases of beer in the other. He was making his way back to the house when he heard it. "Wade?"
He turned, meeting a pair of wide brown eyes. Wade's naked face contorted into panic.