Cable fic Chapter 1 Family
A/N:this has some re-writing of two of the little angsts I posted before as a basis for the story. I hope you like it!
“Where ya headed Poison Ivy?”
“Get bent Wade.” Olive dropped her bag and flipped him a bird before pulling something out of her pocket. Two seconds and she was already done with Wade. Nathan was intrigued.
It had been a week since Wade saved Russel and gotten his girl back. Wade was in good spirits and was making the most of it by aggravating everyone around him. He was finally moving into the mansion with Colossus and the very few X-Men who lived with him. Yukio had beamed at the boy and waved excitedly at him and Ellie just sort of...existed next to her pink haired girlfriend in a grumpy haze. Olive gave the boy a smile and tossed a rule book at him.
“Big man’s orders.” She said at his confusion before picking up her bag as the pistols in it clanked together rather loudly. Nathan quirked a brow. Weren’t the X-Men against weapons that weren’t their powers? “See you around newbie.” She walked out of the room, sidling passed the older time traveler with an awkward and apologetic smile as he took up all the space of the doorway and Wade popped up behind her as she finally made it outside.
“Oh are you going shooting? Can I come? It’ll be fun!”
“Don’t you have a girlfriend to get back to?” Like always, Wade had an answer for that.
“We ca bring her too! You should see the way she handles a riffle,” a dumb, lecherous laugh bubbled out from under his mask and Olive’s eyes twitched. Along with Nathan’s. The words weren’t even directed at him and it was driving him up a wall. Olive just walked, pulling her earbuds out of her pocket and shoving them into her ears roughly to try to block out the verbal diarrhea that was following her.
It didn’t work. He just walked up and took one out, poking her in the ear and giggling when she swatted at him. The giggled stopped when an oak tree ruptured from the ground and the branches tangled around him like a cage. The sound of metal footsteps could be heard barreling down the hall.
“Arbor! What have I told you about using your power when it isn’t a life or death situation?” Colossus demanded in a thick accent. She looked at him exasperated and just motioned to Wade with windmilling arms.
Nathan looked at Wade and chuckled.
“Oh! I have an idea! That old geezer is going to be here for a while. Why don’t you take him with you? He needs friends,” the last words were whispered in the loudest way possible and Nathan felt the urge to punch Wade in the teeth. He looked at the short girl standing in the grass and told her she didn’t need to let him impose on her day.
“There’s Deadpool targets.”
“I’m in.” The words nearly flew from Nathan’s mouth and he walked behind the girl as she tossed her bag into the trunk of an old gray car and slid behind the steering wheel.
That had been six months ago.
In six months Nathan and Olive had become inseparable. First shooting buddies, then teammates, then-albeit begrudgingly on his part-lovers. Olive slept in his room, wore his shirts to bed and helped keep his undercut groomed. Finding someone he trusted implicitly wasn’t something he expected in this time and after their first kiss, he’d felt like he was spitting on the memory of his wife and their marriage.
Olive was half his age and he was technically still married. Even if no one forced them into bed together, her naked beneath him moaning his name into the fabric of the sheets as his cock drove itself into her wet cunt, he still felt guilty. He’d avoided her for three weeks before he finally came to terms with their relationship. He was trapped here after all. It wasn’t illegal for him to make the most of whatever time he had left.
He set ground rules though and the biggest one was no children. He already had one and he didn’t want to raise a child in a time that wasn’t his own. There was too much wrapped up in it. He made sure the condoms were always stocked in their room and Olive made sure to take her pill without fail. There was even emergency backup in the drawer in case something happened.
It had been a good six months. Like a dream.
Then Wade left Nathan’s device out in plane view. He’d been hiding it to keep him around. It was selfish, no doubt about it but he liked having him around and seeing the happiness on his friend’s face had quieted any guilt he might have had. They were happy, the word wasn’t shit yet. He was doing what he thought was right.
When he’d tried to hide the technology from the enraged older man it hadn’t gone well. He’d left the encounter with broken fingers and a shattered forearm.
“You son of a bitch,” Nathan spat in his face as he turned and stormed from Wade’s apartment. He’d only been there because Olive had asked him to pick a movie up that she wanted to borrow.
The instant it was back on his arm he was turning the dial, trying to find the time his wife was in, his family.
“You aren’t even going to tell her goodbye?” Wade’s voice was dripping with accusation and disgust. “I didn’t think you were a coward.”
Olive deserved a goodbye. More importantly she deserved someone who was going to be there with her, she could grow old with and have a family with. He was none of those things and when he’d found her training outside in a secluded area of the manor grounds, surrounding herself with trees, working on ways to work her power with precision, he hardened his heart. He would make her hate him.
Olive had no clue what was coming. She was hoping that what she had to tell Nathan would go easier if she had something to distract herself with. If her mind was busy focusing on her power then she wouldn’t stammer over her words and would be able to tell him she was pregnant through no fault of her own. It wasn’t like she asked the pill to fail. She thought they could work through it. If he could never go back then making a family here couldn’t possibly be such an awful thing.
Nathan felt sick as he railroaded her, decrying their relationship and saying he only used her because her legs were permanently open. Every atom of his body was on fire and his eye flared violently as he lied.
Make a clean break and let her move on. He prayed she would move on, that her memories of him tugging her curls lightly while they watched TV would be replaced with someone else’s face. The only thing he wanted more, even if he didn’t admit it to himself, was to not have to leave.
He left her alone surrounded by smoke and the smell of burnt ozone, big brown eyes staring at the spot where he had once been, the grass charred black. His heart was in pieces as he landed about a block from the home he shared with his wife and his eyes were on fire with guilty tears.
He had no clue he’d left one family behind and was walking into a nightmare.