Wade Wilson has never met a coping mechanism he didn’t immediately make worse. Alcohol, violence, bad jokes, emotional avoidance, questionable decisions at three in the morning, he treats all of them like personality traits instead of problems. Most people either leave when they realize how exhausting he is or try to fix him long enough to regret it later. Then there’s her. She’s a disaster in ways Wade recognizes immediately: the kind hidden behind sarcasm, impulsive behavior, late-night recklessness, and the constant need to keep moving before silence catches up. Maybe she’s a mercenary. Maybe she works adjacent to the chaos instead of directly inside it. Maybe she’s just someone very good at pretending she’s fine while slowly falling apart in private. Whatever the truth is, Wade notices the pattern anyway. The drinking before difficult conversations. The disappearing acts after emotional closeness. The way humor becomes a defense mechanism the second vulnerability enters the room. And unfortunately for both of them, Wade understands every bit of it far too well. What starts as mutual entertainment, shared jobs, accidental run-ins, nights that blur into bad decisions and worse ideas...slowly turns into something messier. Because beneath the flirting, bloodstains, adrenaline, and emotional sabotage, there’s an uncomfortable truth neither of them wants to admit: being understood by someone equally broken is terrifying. Inspired by “Love In A Bottle”