Wade sat there, all BLOODY and bruised up. His wounds had healed by now, but the dried blood and the tears in his suit were still there. Well, MOST of his wounds. He still had a thick pole impaled through him, making it a bit harder for him to breathe. He raised his head up when he heard a noise, blinking a few times to see who it was. “Who’s there?” He asked with a HOARSE voice, throat dry.
“Holy shit,” Bucky said, crouching down beside him. She’d been responding to a call about a collapsing building, but by the time she and the other rescuers had arrived, the entire city block had been nothing more than a pile of rubble. Now they were searching through the burned wreckage for survivors.
Deadpool was the last person she’d expected to find here.
“You look like some sicko’s idea of a kebab, pal,” she said. “Can you stand? I’m guessin’ you don’t want me callin’ anybody official over here.”