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He was fighting for his life. Well, to be fair, it’s not really his life since he can’t actually die, but his mind. Yeah, better description. Fighting for his mind. Or what was left of it, considering the past few weeks.
Because yet fucking again, Wheels and the Mutant Tones had gotten a bug up their asses about taking him in. He’d already gotten a vibe for what X wanted to do to him. Offering to “help” him or some shit- fuuuuuck that. He just wanted to fuck around in his head, figure out how he worked. He wanted no part in that shit, fuck you very much.
“Wade, enough.”“Fuck you,” Wade screamed at him, picking up a large block and hurling it at him, “I’m not letting you beam me up, Scotty. I ain’t getting probed by Charles fucking Xavier- not today, not ever!”“You are acting erratically,” Colossus insisted, “You are not yourself. We are only here to be helping you.”“Help?” Wade laughed credulously, “You wanna help? When you catch a bad guy, fucking kill him. End of story. You know what happens when you kill bad guys? They fucking die! Then there’s less evil on earth!”“And who is it we should be killing, Wade?”“Well, I’d fucking start..” he yelled, swinging furiously at Colossus with his katanas, “With all the mother fuckers…who keep fucking everything up!”
He was swinging furiously, as if by sheer force of will his katanas would be able to cut up the metal man.
“Stop!” Colossus bellowed, swinging hard and catching Wade in the chest. Wade slammed into the ground, gagging and gasping for a moment before his collapsed chest regenerated. He was already on edge- one too many bad days in a string of bad days. He’d been fighting for weeks- Christmas had gotten fucked up, he had to fight and run his way outta that, and now here was mother fucking Chomedome himself, throwing him around like a fucking rag doll. That brief instant of pure, agonizing pain was enough to throw him over the edge.
He whipped out his pistol, firing one, two, three shots at Colossus, mostly for his own fucking enjoyment. And then he turned.
It was a split second. He saw the fear in Negasonic’s eyes when he’d turned the gun on her, like she expected him to shoot her. It was only one fucking second, but that second was enough to make him drop the damn thing. He’d scared her. He’d made her think he was gonna shoot her flat in the fucking face.
What’s worse, he almost fucking did. In fact, he’s not entirely sure he didn’t.
The world felt like it was in slow motion as she lifted her arms to shield her body, the explosive burst of energy blowing him across the fucking warehouse. He struggled to his feet, stumbling through back rooms of the warehouse, just trying to get the fuck away from them, trying to get the fuck away from that look on her face. He could hear them chasing him, collapsing behind a wall.
“I’m sorry!” he yelled down the hallway, “I didn’t mean to, Ellie.” “But you still did it!” she screamed back at him from around the corner. “Please Wade, come back with us,” Colossus pleaded, “The Professor will help you!”“He can’t help me. No one can help me.”
He whipped a canister of tear gas down the hall, turning and bolting.
