Be My Hero
Summary: Being Deadpool’s daughter isn’t easy, especially when you have the Avengers and X-Men watching your every move.
Parings: Peter Parker x Reader, Wade Wilson!father x Reader!daughter
Other Characters: Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Gambit, Mentions of other Avengers and X-Men
Warnings: Mentions of Suicide, Blood, Violence, Angst, Teasing, Rejection
Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters
Real Name: (Y/N) Nessa Wilson
Current Alias: Mortál
Relatives: Wade Wilson (Father)
Vanessa Carlysle (Mother)
Affiliations: X-Men, Avengers, S.H.E.I.L.D, Remy LeBeau, Rouge, Sebastain LeBeau, Logan Howlett, Laura Kinney, Peter Parker
Education: High Park Middle School, Richardson Square Secondary School
Identify: Known to Authorities
Abilities and Powers: Regenerative Healing Factor, Superhuman Reflexes and Agility, Hand-to-hand Combat Skills, Expert Knife Thrower
“When’s this shit gonna stop, (Y/N)?”
Wade gripped the handle of his apartment door, pulling the front door shut with a loud thud.
“The shit’s gonna stop when you stop pushing, Dad. That’s how it works.”
(Y/N) chewed on the piece of gum stuck in her mouth dramatically, making the chewing sound with her teeth as loud as possible.
Plopping down on the blood-stained couch in her living room, she grabbed her phone from the back pocket of her jeans and began looking over the notifications that started flooding her screen.
“Wow, holy fuck! Look! I’m a teenage girl!” Wade mocked, whipping his head back, pretending to flip his imaginary hair.
“Ugh - I know you’re a little girl trapped inside a man’s body, Dad, I get it. That’s why I just tell people you’re my mother.”
Wade hummed, gripping the back of his mask and letting the red and black material fall to the floor.
Singing How Far I’ll Go from Moana, Wade twirled around the living room like a princess, sticking out his arms and fingertips.
He hopped his way over to his daughter, imitating the look of boredom plastered on her face.
“Look at me …” He teased, gracefully kneeling in front of her with an innocent, puppy dog look.
“I’m (Y/N)-” He swiftly grabbed her cell phone from her fingers, tossing it across the room without looking back. It smashed against the ground loudly, Wade not even blinking as the crashing sound filled the framed living space.
“I’m all about long, sullen silences-” Wade rolled his eyes, mimicking her usual attitude. “-followed by mean comments, followed by more awkward silences.”
(Y/N) grunted, letting her head drop back against the dirty couch as Wade placed his hands on her knees, keeping her from going anywhere. “Can I go? Are you gonna let me go?”
“Aw, what’s it gonna be my beautiful daughter?” He ignored her pleads for freedom.“Long sullen silence, or mean comment? C'mon, go on.”