((AN. I don't own Deadpool or Marvel.

FYI this is a revised chapter one. Touched up and redone!
Also I had to delete the story and reupload it since FF was being a jerk and wouldn't let me fix some errors I found.
This fanfic is going to be a mix of movie verse and comic verse.
I don't think I'm having the year set so far back though, maybe just a little ahead of the movie verse.
Also this is all happening about... Six or so years before Logan and Victor join the team.
Expect a few character changes, minor changes and some things will be different from the movies.

So enjoy!))

If you were to tell Wade Wilson that he would end up being somewhat of a father to a young girl, he'd laugh before slowly chopping off all your limbs while singing nursery rhymes. The itsy bitsy spider was his favorite, by the way.
Because face it, being a father wasn't his style and it wasn't something he planned on ever doing.
Come on, I mean a mercenary who didn't just kill for money but because he LOVED it. If that wasn't the opposite of a role model then I don't know what is.
But if you told him that this little girl would be the center of his universe AND grow up to be a smoking hot babe, we'll then apologies for cutting you up. That probably wouldn't make things right between you two would it?

Now little Ash could be considered a very lucky girl or unlucky when Wade rescued her, Victor would later say she was better off dying instead of being raised by the crazy blonde. Victor would then later find all his bathroom supplies replaced by cat products. But I think I'm poking around too much into the future, I should take a step back and tell the story from the beginning.

Early January

Wade was making a short visit to Manhattan after taking, no being forced to take a month vacation by Stryker. Everyone knew it was because he needed the mouthy merc away for some time to regain his sanity. Wade couldn't really complain about it, free for a short time to go find some chicks and all the Mexican food he wanted, fuck Stryker and the protein diet he puts everyone on.
So why was he in Manhattan during the fucking winter? Well for the few seedy neighborhoods with mobs and gangs just looking for a mercenary who doesn't care about anything else but how full the kill will make his pockets of course!
The ground was covered in snow with the clouds above dark and heavy with threats of even more snow, even the city workers seemed to have given up trying to clear the roads. Wade had finished a quick request a few hours ago and was looking around for a place with decent grub and a low percentage of the runs. It was a simple go in and kill, no questions asked. Wasn't all that exciting but it was something to get the adrenaline pumping plus his blades looked so pretty when they wore red.

His thoughts started to drift along the lines of 'what else would look pretty in red?' when screams and laughter less than a block away caught his attention.
Could it be that there was more killing to be done tonight?
He walked briskly towards the sounds, hoping he didn't look too eager to a few passerby hurrying away from the noise. Chickens.
The scene he came across caught him off guard briefly. An older man, somewhat into his late fifties was huddled over and protecting something.
A person? Laundry? Food? Money? Whatever, who cares right?

Five guys surrounded the man taking turns in beating him. One would try pulling him away from whatever he was protecting before laughing and backing away in faux surrender when he fought back. One man in particular stood away from the scene waving around his gun while demanding he hand over the 'freak' for their boss or something.
So it was a person then, bummer. Wade was kind of hoping it was money or something so he could take it for himself.
Still this whole thing wasn't much fair, the old man was barely fighting back, just clinging to the person underneath him. He tried swinging a small knife this time in hopes of scaring away the thugs only to have the weapon kicked from his hand. The beatings continued.

Wade was about to shrug his shoulders and walk away, because honestly he wasn't much the hero type anyways unless money was involved. His stomach was growling and this situation wasn't going to help at all.
Unfortunately for the thugs he was spotted by the leader. "Hey asshole, enjoying the show? If you know what's good for you then you better fuck off or your next!"
And just because of that he had to kill the guys and if the poor guy huddled on the ground was killed too then it was only an accident, just FYI.
Instead of backing away he started forward, hands gripping the katanas safely tucked away on his belt hidden from sight by his heavy winter jacket. Can't afford to stand out too much in the city right?
"You know." Started Wade. "I was perfectly content with letting you fuckheads beat the shit out of the poor guy and all but then you had to go and tell me what to do, like you think your my boss or something. I mean the nerve of it all and calling me an asshole, that hurts my feelings."
Only the leader seemed to give Wade his attention. "And just what do you think your going to do about it? You dumb fuck!"
Wade smirked and drew his blades, gaining the attention of the other three instantly. "We warned you but I guess you're too dumb to know when to walk away eh? Waste him boys!"

The three surrounded Wade who simply took in a deep breath and opened his arms, extending his blades outwards. Before the could even step forward to take a swing Wade was already twisting and spinning his body around, stopping shortly after completing a few circles. He couldn't hide his toothy grin as he glanced towards the leader who had made his way closer to the old man. The wet sound of limbs hitting the snow broke the eerie silence and boy did seeing the snow covered in red make him crave a cherry snow cone...

If Wade wasn't so well trained or had great hearing he would have missed the sound of the gun being cocked and would have ended up with a bullet in the head. But it was easily deflected causing sparks to fly from the impact, the blade vibrated violently in his hand. With the leader momentarily stunned Wade quickly approached, slicing and blocking any bullets sent his way.
By now the man was shooting wildly and backing up while screaming at Wade "What the hell are you, you freak?! Why cant you just stand still and die?!" Wade continued to grin as he drove his blade into the mans stomach, now this ladies and gents is why I trained with blades. You can't feel the bullet sinking into flesh and organs, the tremor that runs down into your hand as you twist the blade until the victim takes one last shuddering breath.
"Sorry buddy but no dying today, I can't do that to the world seeing as they'd miss my devilish good looks." With an upward jerk and pull of his katana innards spilled forth onto the ground, the body slumping with them.
I want my snow cone with toppings, yum!

A weak groan reminded him of the man huddled on the ground. "P-please help, sick, so sick..." With little struggle the man fell to the side revealing a young girl with long tangled black hair, her skin sickly pale and covered with sweat. Each breath the child gave sounded ragged and painful, one hand clenched in her hair the other resting at her throat.
Shit. He wasn't kidding when he said sick, the girl looked like she was on her deaths bed all prepped and ready to go.
"I'm no doc but I can call you an ambulance-"
"No!" interrupted the man. "They'll kill her or worse. Please... Please help her, I-I cant.. She has no one else, my poor child..." By now Wade had noticed the man was bleeding severely from a bullet wound, obviously a stray from the leaders poor aim.
Double shit! No way this guy was really expecting me to look after his girl, I could be some kind of pervert and he doesn't even know me! Not that I would do anything, come on people.
"Listen man, I'm the last person on earth you should be asking for help, lemme just find you guys some help okay?" No answer.
"Yo, you still alive?" The man showed no signs of breathing.
Triple shit with a side of goddammit! Okay Wade no freaking out.. Uh let's just take the girl to a nearby hospital, drop her off and then we can go get food.
Its gonna be a-okay, I mean what's the worst that could happen, right?

As gently as possibly he pulled the girl into a sitting position while quickly checking her over for any possible wounds. The blood he found on her night gown seemed to have come from her father. Just as he tried to scoop the child up into his arms she began to stir and slowly open her eyes.
Red, it had to be from the poor lighting from the street that made her eyes seem red, but after a few seconds he could see her eyes were more like caramel.
He was totally not seeing things.
She blinked in a dazed manner before jerking back in shock when she realized some stranger was holding her.
"Oh hey you're awake, how about that. Hey, hey can you tell me your name?" She whimpered as her body shook in fear but made no effort to move or perhaps she was too weak to do so. All she could manage was twisting her body ever so slightly away but that only gave her the view of her fathers dead body, she choked out in shock as hot tears fell down her cheeks.

As she opened her mouth to speak smoke seemed to pour out instead, so much that it sent her into a violent coughing fit. Wade was caught off guard, coughing as well and hesitantly grabbed her jaw. What the fuck does she have in her mouth, smoke bomb? Gently he pried her mouth open to see what was the problem.
The sight made him flinch and stomach twist, her entire mouth looked like someone took a torch to it. The fuck did these guys do to her?
More smoke started to pour from her mouth and for a split second he could feel heat and see small sparks of fire in the back of her throat.
So caught off guard his hold on her loosened but quickly retightened at the realization that this wasn't some girl he could drop off anywhere, it clicked now why those guys were trying to kill her.

She was a mutant, just like him and whether either of them liked it or not she was stuck with him until he could come up with a better solution.
Several ragged breaths later and the smoke stopped but the tears kept coming.
"Don't worry alright, I'm not going to hurt you but I need to get us away from here before this place becomes a spot for rubberneckers and police."
Shaking her head she started to whimper and struggle away from him.
"Hey did you hear what I said? Its okay, I saved you from the bad guys." He pointed to the dead bodies. "I'm like a good guy, 'kay?"
With a shaky hand she pointed to her father.
"Okay for once that wasn't my fault but he asked me for help."
After a few seconds of processing this information and staring him down she spoke up. "Ash.."
Her voice sounded so rough and ragged, like someone took a blender to her vocal cords. From what he saw he was surprised she could even speak, she had to be in tremendous pain. "My name is Ashley."

He smiled as he scooped her up into his arms and began to stand up, which she allowed thankfully giving him no struggle. "Well Ash, can I call you Ash? I'm Wade and I'm going to keep you safe." He never seemed to notice the look or pitiful whimpers she gave as he stepped over the old mans body.
The apartment Wade decided to rent for the month was well over six blocks and his stomach reached the point of painful cramping.
Feed me for Gods sake! He could imagine it crying out as it nommed on itself.
The little girl Ash, he decided to call her that since it seemed fitting with her smoker lungs, was passed out in his arms and seemed to have a high fever. He could feel the heat through his jacket, his chest now soaked by either his sweat or hers but he stopped caring who's it was about ten minutes ago.
Every once in awhile he'd shake her or pinch her side to make sure she was still alive, coughing and groaning was the only response he could get out of her.

Peeking around a corner he spotted a twenty four hour diner. What luck! Except there was one problem, one can't just walk into a diner carrying an unconscious girl in bloody clothes. Could hide her behind a garbage can... No.. Perhaps Inside the- no Wade that's not very safe or sanitary.
Oh! I could do what most people do and stash her in a car, perfect!
Breaking in was easy enough, he just needed to pick a decent car nearby and not get caught.
He ended choosing a dark red two door sports car, honestly he tried walking away and picking something else not quite so flashy but... He just couldn't help himself.
Like a pro Wade had the door opened and worked carefully to lay Ash down in the backseat.

I'm greatly regretting not having better access to the back, twisting like this just makes my stomach complain even more!
He rested for a moment in the drivers seat, watching his breath and debated on leaving his jacket with Ash while he ran inside to grab some food.
She was sick and that fever was getting worse, was it feed a fever and starve a cold or the other way around?
"Fuck my luck." He quickly yanked off his jacket and tucked it around her shoulders, at the last second he left his katanas on the back seat floor boards. He deemed them safe for now. "Okay, no going anywhere, no joy rides and I'll be back ASAP."

Jumping out of the car he locked and silently closed the door. One last peek through the icy windows before running towards the diner.
"Holy Christmas fudge it's cold out there!" He muttered while receiving looks from the few diner customers. Wade cups his hands over his mouth as he sits himself down at a small table facing the windows at the entrance, from here he can barely see the car.
It's now when he's finally sitting down that everything hits him and hits him hard making his head throb in pain. Just what the hell is he going to do now?
He doesn't live a regular life, he kills for fun and spends most of his time traveling.
Stryker hardly seems the type to let a- Fuck how old is the kid anyways? Yeah he's not gonna let her stay at the base. Not that Wade would want her to anyways, who knows who she'd grow up to be in that environment. Probably more fucked up than himself and that's saying something.

"Can I get you anything mister?" A young and bored looking waitress slowly strolls over, she seems more interested in her nails than actually taking his order.
"Uh yeah, black coffee... Chocolate chip pancakes and burger with fries to go." Kids like hamburgers right?
She continues to stare at her hand a few seconds longer before smacking her lips and walking away.
Real charmer that one, gonna have to tip her big. He chuckles to himself and shakes his head.
The waitress returns with his coffee and for the first time looks him over and doesn't seem to be impressed apparently. Of course it's not like he was dressed at the moment to show off. Boots, cargo pants and a black turtle neck didn't scream sexy to everyone.

He ignores the girl for now and savors every sip of his hot coffee, hopefully this will get rid of the growing headache. After this he's gonna need to take the kid somewhere safe, probably someplace more permanent than by his side. Wonder if good ol Bradley can help me out? Maybe give him a call after this.
It's not long till his pancakes arrive and happily he digs in, soon the painful cramping is replaced by the happy feeling of pancake butterflies. The waitress makes a face as he devours his food so quickly that he makes a decent mess with the syrup. With a huff she walks off.

"How terrible." A grey haired lady murmured several tables over, distracting Wade from his pancake bliss. "Home burned down, mother found dead and they just found the fathers body..." The lady repeats the news casters words to her husband. "No sign of the little girl.. Tsk tsk. Who could do something so terrible?"
The old couple drone off about how terrible the world has become and Wade ever so slightly looks over his shoulder to watch the scene on the television.
Oh shiiit, please don't let a hard situation get harder, maybe it's a different girl.
Oh crap there was a picture of Ashley, he recognizes the older man and Ash is hugging a lady who could only be her mother, they look so similar.
Dozens of question float around in his head. Did Ash start the fire? Did the goons? He knows who killed the dad but how did it go down with the mother? Is he gonna have a traumatized child on his hands when she wakes up?
Whatever the answers it looks like Wades apartment is a no go, time to leave and call some friends.

He waves over the waitress who brings over the bagged hamburger and receipt. She makes several faces as she watches Wade lick his fingers and lay down a few twenties.
"Thanks for the hot cakes, hot cakes." He chuckles to himself and resists the urge to laugh out loud when he hears angry huffs just as the restaurant doors close behind him.
The sticky finger print faces on the counter may or may have not been on purpose.

When Wade jimmies the car door open he's caught by surprise when hot humid air and smoke pour out, what's really odd is that the smoke doesn't smell like burnt wood or tobacco. Instead it's earthy with a small hint of something like sulfur. Ash is awake, propped up and buried under his jacket with just her head poking out. She still looks like hell with red puffy eyes and that familiar glazed look as if she hasn't processed what's been happening. Wade doesn't hesitate to make a joke, he shouldn't but it's nature to him. "Blazing it up without me eh? Good thing I brought you some munchies." He tosses the restaurant bag at her.
She blinks in a slow manner and slowly opens the Styrofoam container. When he sees the faintest hint of a smile he deems it a victory and starts working on hot wiring the car.
The car is silent for almost five minutes except for the sound of chewing and Wade isn't sure how to start the conversation, specially what he saw on the news.
"So I saw you on the boob tube just now, about what happened and all..."

"What's going to happen to me now?" Ash mumbles, setting down the half finished burger and starts on the fries. "Are you going to turn me in?"
Wade bumps his head against the steering wheel and curses, but at least the car is ready. "Turn you in for what? A burned down home and dead parents? No, it's obvious whatcha are and this seems new for you so I can't hold you accountable. It's not like you did any of this on purpose right?"
She gives him a confused look and opens her mouth to say more but instead takes a bite of her hamburger and goes silent.
"Well get comfortable then, you're stuck with me until I figure something out. Gonna stop by my place to grab a few things then take a long drive and visit a buddy of mine... But don't tell him I said the word buddy or he might turn needy and expect me to pay for dinner next time."
Another small smile another small victory. At least someone is enjoying his jokes.

For most of the drive Wade talks about all the places he's been, he leaves out the murders though but she listens with her full attention. Every so often she starts coughing and spewing smoke, Wade jokes to lighten the mood but when he spots her silently crying a few times he finds himself tongue tied.
They're halfway to their final destination, they haven't even tried touching the subject of her family or what's going on but Wade thinks they should get some shut eye at a hotel first.

They find a place that looks like they'd ask the least amount of questions and don't even bother checking Wades ID when he hands over a credit card with a fake name. Second floor room 13 and thankfully Ash only complains about the color and tacky floral prints.
Most girls would complain about the funny stains or the bugs that stop fearing humans and don't scuttle out of sight.
He drops his duffel bag on the bed, locks the door and at the moment he can't help but feel awkward at the situation. I mean thank god there's two beds but still...
"So how old are you? Like twelve or something?" Oh god that sounded wrong and creepy, he didn't mean it like that. Oh god.
"Fourteen next month." She replies nonchalantly. She's removed his jacket leaving her in a night gown which goes a little past her knees and inspects the second bed.
Pulling back the covers and fluffing the pillow, eyes half lidded and still looking like death she falls forward into the bed and covers up.
Wade gives a little oh and rubs his face with his hands. He still feels weird and makes funny motions at the room. "Well uh... Enjoy, I'm gonna shower so don't open the door for anyone, 'Kay?" He doesn't wait for a reply and quickly heads to the bathroom.

Almost twenty minutes later go by and Wade finds himself laying on his bed trying to figure out what next. Ash is sound asleep still buried under the blankets, sometimes tossing and coughing.
"What the fuck am I doing with my life? I'm pretty sure I never envisioned myself in this situation growing up."
A big part of him wants to throw a temper tantrum and kick his feet but a small and insistent voice says he should do the right thing and keep an eye on the girl, at least till he can find someone reliable to dump her on.
Wade falls asleep but wakes up a few hours later and sneaks out to find some more food.
He did not expect a surprise when he came back.

((There are probably some… Actually probably a lot of errors in this revised edition of the first chapter as I've decided to go over them all and redo it but I don't have an editor atm. Still looking but so far nothing. So bear with me and enjoy the new changes. Also tell me what you think! ))