Chapter 3

He watched her.

He watched her again.

That's exactly how their relationships started in the first place. There was her. And there was him. And he was watching her, observing, contemplating, taking her in.

Now, less then a year later, he was doing it again. Although this time compared to the last was like new age and old school. He should definitely make a list when he's bored enough.

This time they were free. Though he couldn't tell if this freedom was worth it in the end. He didn't have cancer, though he wasn't sure if that was worth as well since he obviously couldn't accept himself. Most of all, this time he didn't have her, well not in reality at least.

Wade looked up from his hiding spot in the shadows of the trees of the park. For the master of disguise it wasn't hard to get lost at any place at all. The park…now that was an irony. But he had to see what he came here to see.

There she was. Like these ten months never happened. Now more then ever She was everything he wasn't: bald, beautiful, breath-taking. After all Stryker has cursed all his being depicted was horror, chaos, sickness.

Her appearance differed from the times in the cell but she looked just like in the dream that made him search her up…

"Wilson? That really you?" A tall man in her early twenties stood stunned, his speech at unlikely low speed level.

"Who did you expect to see, Maximoff? Alice from Wonderland?" The ninja entered with no exact invitation.

Pietro looked him up and down, his hair shining a bright white, reflecting the rays of sun that burst through the window, then raised his eyebrow without the slightest hint of surprise:

"I heard about the island. Figured you'd be dead.."

The blond was as careless as ever. It wasn't the tone of his voice that made Wade tense though it went unnoticed by the other mutant.

"Although I'm absolutely thrilled to small-talk with you, the time works against me. I need you to help me find someone."

"Who?" The speedster picked the eyebrows again.

"Her name's Emma Frost. At least it used to be. Twenty-one."

"Girlfriend of yours?" Pietro mused and before the mask-man could plant a punch on the back of his head speeded off to the corner of the room where the laptop was being bored alone on the table of red wood.

"There's no Emma Frost as far as I can tell." He announced a second later. Wade appeared next to him. "And before you loose your breath, I have all the resources that could know where she is."

The man clad in the dark costume and a coat nodded:

"Then search for the mutant women her age that appeared in NY or it's suburbs in last ten months."

"So she is your girlfriend then…OUCH!!!"

This time there was a hit on a blonde's head.

"Hey, man, I'm just trying to help!"

Deadpool didn't have the time to respond for there was a beeping of the machine to interrupt.

"A-a-a-a-and you're the winner! Four female mutants at the period of time you've given. Let's see…" he brushed the buttons slightly with his pale long fingers. "Tyra McQuill, Wanda…oh, sis is in NY…could of called..so bitchy of her..so much like her actually…anyway, Kayla Winston and Takeshi Mamoru."

"Who was the third one?"

There were a few things in this world that could surprise Wade Wilson, the name has done the trick – his mouth was agape.

"Kayla Winston? A…about three months ago she worked in the Bamboo Night Club. Why?"

"Address?"

Pietro chuckled:

"Sure."

He scribbled letters and numbers at a highly inhuman rate. The mercenary took the note and turned to leave without a single word, a wisecrack.

"Wilson?" A voice from behind. "What happened there?"

He kept on walking but throw over the shoulder:

"Prey you never find out."

A blast of emotions compared only to the thounder of thoughts rushed through him as he saw he sliding to the wooden bench on the shore of the small lake.

Was he considering going over? He didn't know. She was amazingly kind, she was beautiful and she was alive. That was much more that he could say for himself.

She was watching the waters and by the look in her eyes he could tell that for some reason she wished she could drown in them.

Wade hesitated for only one second longer before stepping out of his hide-out. He was about to make one more step to reach her when a high-pitched laughter stopped him. He took a minute to examine the change in the atmosphere. And to one in Her. She was smiling..she was…but that smile never reached her eyes.

Two steps back.

A second later the hands of a woman that occupied his every thought lately went around a small girl of about six years of age with flaming red hair and an adorable smile. Emma spinned the little thing around in her arm, making her laugh even more. As the child was carefully placed on the ground a pair was approached by a tall athletic-built man slightly senior then Wade himself. The red-head tugged on his jeans and he gently lifted her in his arms. Then faced the woman of diamond and smiling warmly hugged her.

A stab of jealousy. A huge one.

Emma closed her eyes, smiling as well, and hugged him back.

A stab of pain.

They were a picture of a perfect family.

A stab of anger colored with sadness and a mock to himself performed by a shattered mind.

Deadpool was gone with the next blow of the wind. Opening her eyes, Emma turned her head to the unknown (or most likely forgotten) feeling of being watched…by Him.