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Y/N was a vigilante who had gotten used to working alone. She knew the city like the back of her hand, knew which alleys to avoid, which criminals to watch, and—unfortunately—which wisecracking mercenary seemed to appear on nearly every mission she took. Deadpool. Their encounters had become almost routine. He'd show up out of nowhere, make some wildly inappropriate comment, kill whatever needed killing, and then disappear before Y/N could decide whether to punch him or thank him. As annoying as he was, though… Wade was surprisingly helpful. Beneath all the vulgar jokes and relentless flirting, there was someone genuinely kind hiding underneath the mask. He'd patch her up after fights, make sure she got home safely, and occasionally stick around just to keep her company. Tonight, however, Y/N was exhausted. After a particularly brutal mission, the two walked side-by-side through a dimly lit alley, their footsteps echoing against the brick walls.