I APOLOGIZE FOR LANGUAGE BUT YOU KNOW, ITS DEADPOOL SOOOOOOO. AND OF COURSE DEADPOOL WONT BE IN THE ENTIRE BOOK, HE STICKS AROUND FOR ONLY A FEW CHAPTERS SO I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE HIM. PS the main girl's name is Charlie. I think like multiple names were somehow mentioned?? But everything is in order now.

Warning: Language, Deadpool, jokes. (It's not so bad, don't worry.)

The music of 2016 had been... Interesting. As I drove I realized that I had completely missed my sophomore year of high school. I wondered at what I could've done and seen, at what future had been stolen from me.

A memory came burning into my mind. 'It's not your fault that you were born a Stark.' If only I hadn't been born and hadn't lived through this pain. It wasn't fair. My family hadn't deserved this pain, yet here we were. I hated that this torment is what would define me, a year that I had no control over. A year of mistakes that I hadn't even made.

I hated driving. All it did was give me time to brood over my dismal past and uninspiring future.

At a certain point, later in the day, my eyes started to droop and my fingers stopped tapping on the wheel, exhaustion taking over my brain. I had only slept for a few hours in that forest, Wade had woken me up way before my body was ready to be functional.

"We're going to need to stop soon." I mumbled, rubbing one of my eyes. Somehow I knew that my body could run for weeks without sleep and on minimal food, but with the trauma my mind was enduring, it made sense that that balance was being disturbed. Who knows what damage my brain cells had taken in the past year from the mind wiping...

I looked over for a moment, shocked to find Wade sleeping. I checked behind me, and was glad to find that no one was behind me for hundreds of feet. I slammed down on the brakes, before hitting the gas just as quickly. The result was that the unbuckled Wade flew forward into the dashboard of the truck.

"The fuck?!" He shouted as he hit the dash, groaning as he fell awkwardly onto the floor. His tangled limbs and twisted figure was oddly satisfying to see.

"Hey asshole, you woke me up and made me drive all day. You get to slave over the wheel for a few hours." I shifted lanes towards the nearest exit. It was close, we almost missed it, but my driving got us off of the freeway. I drove down the road a little, and stopped the car, gesturing for him to switch seats. He grumbled something about 'stupid teenage not so mutant-ninja-turtle heroes'.

He clambered out of the car and obediently got into the driver's seat. I scooted to the other side and got comfortable as he pulled back onto the freeway. I flipped my hat around and bowed my head down. "Don't get us killed or detected." I ordered.

"Don't get us killed or detected." He mocked in a high pitched voice. I closed my eyes and strapped my seatbelt on so that he couldn't do the same thing I had just done to him. I stretched my legs out a little, half laying in the truck cab.

"Goodnight, Wade." I said firmly and tersely, starting to calm down.

"Nightie night, don't let bad guys bite." He said in a song song voice. I kicked him, hard. "Geez, kid!" He exclaimed.

"Shut up." I murmured, irritatingly close to sleep. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the darkness to envelop me.

[...]

"Wake up, sleeping beauty." Came an annoying voice, and my eyes squeezed tight against bright sunlight that threatened to wake me.

"Go away." I moaned, trying to ignore him.

"We're here, and I can't wait all day for you to act like a spoiled chimichanga. Well, I can wait, but I don't want too. So wake up!"

"Stupid somethin' with the stupid mouth." I muttered as I slowly sat up, I was exhausted.

"Enough with the references, my movie did that first. Now, do you want to get to your dad or not?"

I stretched, yawning heavily. "Can we just walk in? Or do we have to do something dangerous?"

"A little bit of both." He stopped the car, parking it. We climbed out, and I followed him hurriedly across the street. I didn't know why he hadn't just parked over there, but oh well. Maybe he was hoping that I would get run over. We slipped in between an apartment complex and another building. Deadpool led the way, and I climbed the building behind him.

It was dusty old brick and the feeling of it against my palm was unexpectedly... Pleasant. The pain felt good. I deserved the little scrapes that came through my glove. I only wished that I could have matching scars on my right hand, but by now it was decaying somewhere out in the uncaring world. The Vibranium couldn't be scratched, and I couldn't really feel any pain coming from it. We made our way to an apartment window, looking in on an old messy bedroom.

I slid open the creaky window, climbing in, Wade following after me. I stood in a dingy bedroom, it was small, but somehow cozy. I wondered just who this Peter Parker guy was. About 12 seconds later a kid, just about my age, walked in. He had a bunch of junk in his arms, and he looked determined about something. I elbowed Wade.

"Hey, Pete!" Wade said exuberantly, and I watched as Peter jumped about 7 feet into the air, flipping and landing on the ceiling in surprise. I nearly whistled, greatly impressed. Who was this kid? I mean, his technique could use some improvement, considering that his stuff fell all over the floor.

"Your aunt really can cook, she just picks the weirdest foods to make." Low and behold, Tony Stark- Dad stepped through the door, shutting it before he looked at us. Peter dropped from the ceiling and looked to my dad.

"This is that guy I was telling you about." Peter gestured to Wade, but my eyes were locked on my father. My dad looked stunned, and I myself was frozen in place. I was safe now, wasn't I? The horror was over?

"Dad?" I asked hesitantly, the word unfamiliar to my lips. My relief was short lived because suddenly a gun was being drawn on me, and my father was pointing a handgun at my head.

"Who the hell are you and what did you do to my daughter?" He demanded, fury pouring out of him like water out of a bucket. Those brown eyes- the ones I had drawn- I could not recognize them. These were too cold, too dark, too broken.

This wretch was what was left of my father. In that moment I wasn't sure why I had come. I could only see a shadow of the man I used to call my dad, back when the world was just a far away concept to me.

But now I intimately knew the feeling of holding a life in my hands, the vibration of a blade pressed firmly to the essential pulsing life blood of a man who's time had run out and who's bill had come due. How could I have expected to be normal or safe again? No. My life would be spent running.

And it seemed that my father, too, had endured the scourges of life the past year. I didn't recognize those brown eyes like I should, they just made me afraid.

I didn't know what to say. I looked into his eyes and he stared into mine, but all I saw was anger and torment. "I am Charlie."

We stood, eyes locked and silent.

"Is it just me, or is this a bit awkward?" Wade asked, grinning despite his opinion of the situation. I just turned my gaze to glare at him.