"...What do you mean the 'problems solved'?"

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Sexual Assault

Manipulation

Flash Backs

Violence

Death

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Never thought you'd be on the run for murder, huh?

You've been friends with Deadpool for...a long while. Maybe a bit of flirting, yeah. But mainly friends.

Late one night as you where hanging out at his shabby apartment, Wade...finally admitted something.

He'd been raped.

It was a while ago, but he was still processing it. He explained to you the disguise, the deception, how he thought it wasn't her, and for the first time the Deadpool you knew was finally letting the room fill with silence.

So lets get the gun, yeah?

After comforting him of course, you spent the rest of the night with him hanging out, the atmosphere still tense from the admission, but comfortable, Wade relaxing seeing you weren't judging him. You left late at night, since you had work in the morning.

But can't work wait?

You tracked her down. You knew exactly where she was, maximum security prison. And while it not exactly be the most financially responsible decision, you had connections. You bribed a friend of yours on the inside, your savings practically empty from the amount, over six grand for the inmate you knew to...take care of the problem. For the trouble of her...you know, having powers, you had to throw a extra two grand in there, but it got the job done.

So now you where here in Deadpools apartment again, ready for another night of watching Star Wars movies with him and making dumb jokes when you simply came out with it, saying the 'problem was solved'

"What problem?" Wade questioned, standing there in a tacky printed tee that said 'two seater' and boxers, mask off his face. "What, some work drama?"