Dibs (Deadpool)

[Deadpool]

Deadpool rolled his eyes. "You obviously couldn't handle it," he said, turning away from her. Normally, he wouldn't have said that sort of thing... especially not to someone who had took him in, given him somewhere to live. A roof over his head. But he obviously wasn't in his quote-unquote "right" mind.

"Whatever," the mercenary murmured, starting for the door. "Just... whatever." He didn't know where he was going to go, or what he was going to do. Maybe a few acts of violent heroism, he didn't know. As long as a little bit of blood was shed, maybe it would make him... satisfied. Fill this little empty hole Jasmine's pain had torn in his heart.

[Starlight]

"You obviously couldn't handle it."

Those words ripped into her, tearing apart whatever hold on her dignity she had left. After being attacked in her own home, nearly killed, and then forced to run all the way to Deadpool's place, all the young woman had wanted was a quick rest, a gun, and then she would have been on her way. But then Deadpool had to go and find out she was injured.

And now...

Well, now he had done the very thing she had tried to avoid. He thought her weak, useless. That much she was sure of. Why else would she not be able to take care of the target? What other possible reasons could a mercenary have for not finishing her job?

He turned his back on her, walking away, and her throat closed painfully. She knew he had wanted to hurt someone for her, get revenge on the person that had ripped her shoulder out of place and nearly strangled her. And if he had been any other person, she would have let him. But... Jasmine wanted to impress him. She wanted to show him that she could fight on his level. That she was equal to him.

But instead she had just shown that she was little more than a newborn pup, getting kicked around with little more than a whimper of protest. She wrapped her arms around herself and started to turn away. Right now, she just wanted to grab the gun she had came for and go home.

But then fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her backwards. Jasmine let out a yelp, and immediately whined out Deadpool's name, thinking it was him. However, that thought process was tossed out the window when an arm wrapped around her throat, effectively pinning her to the body behind her.

"Well fuck." She croaked out, just barely able to speak around the forearm that was currently crushing her windpipe.

Reggie lowered his face to the poofball that was her hair and inhaled. "Maybe later, Jazzie." He murmured, and grinned.

[Deadpool]

"Well fuck."

That sentence- if it could even be called a sentence- forced him to twirl around, to look at her. Because there was a sort of desperation in it, something that made whatever protective instincts he had left at this point want to rush to her and hold her.

And then he saw who was holding her.

Deadpool's blood ran cold, and immediately his katanas were out of their sheaths and in his hands, his two favorite weapons poised and ready just as they always were. He snarled, rushing Reggie in a fit of rage and swinging one of the deadly blades at his hand.

[Starlight]

To her surprise, Deadpool heard her. And not only did he hear her, but he also whirled around - and he looked... Well, Jasmine wasn't exactly sure how he looked. Because he had a red and black mask covering his fucking face. But the temperature in the warehouse seemed to drop nearly three degrees, and she could feel the icy fury radiating off of him.

Reggie was in deep shit.

Deadpool rushed forwards, katanas unsheathed. He swung it at her - though she knew it wasn't technically at her - and Jazz cringed back, unwillingly pressing against Reginald. The mercenary's weapon came down hard and fast, effectively slicing through the flesh and bone of Reggie's wrist.

Jasmine hit the ground, ignoring the warm blood that sprayed onto her exposed back. She scrambled to get away; her shoulder screamed in protest as her weight was pressed into it. But, hey, right now was now the time to let her weakness or pain show.

Of course, by the time she turned around, the wound was already healing. Granted, Reggie had not regrown his limb, for Jasmine doubted that he could, but the skin had quickly grown over the cut, sealing it and stopping anymore blood from escaping.

But the man still looked as pale as ghost, thanks to the amount of blood that had already been spilled.

He looked up at Deadpool, rage burning in his eyes. His white hot anger rivaled the icy fury Jasmine had seen Deadpool wield just moments ago, and it made her shudder. But then he whipped out a gun; her eyes went wide.

"No." She croaked.

He fired off one shot, the bullet going straight for Deadpool's heart.

[Deadpool]

Deadpool certainly wasn't expecting it.

As the bullet pierced his heart, he had to really fight the urge to melodramatically put a hand to it. Instead, he stood there, teetering on the edge of falling for a single, deadly moment before ultimately collapsing.

"Ruined my good suit..." he muttered, voice barely going above a whisper. And then everything, everything went blank. Black. Charcoal black. And as his eyes closed, he glimpsed the perfect curves of the woman he called Death.

Well, that was something, at least. Maybe... maybe he could get five minutes with the woman he loved.

[Starlight]

"Ruined my good suit."

Those were the only words Deadpool spoke just before he fell to ground, dead. Jasmine felt something rip into her chest, rip it clean apart. It took her a full moment to fully feel the pain that came with it, but when it finally let his prescence be known, well... It hurt.

"DP!"

She scrambled to her feet, slipping once or twice at the blood beneath her form. The gentler, more lady-like side of her mind cringed at the thought of touching Reggie's blood, but Jasmine didn't pay too much heed to it. She had to get to Deadpool. She had to save him.

Somehow.

But before she could even make it halfway to him, Reginald had her by her waist. His arm had looped under hers, and it was nothing more than his pure strength that held her back from Deadpool. She kicked, struggled - tried everything she could to get away.

Reggie waited for a moment, allowing her to spend her energy as she pleased, before tossing her to the ground. She bounced once, her head hitting the cold concrete floor, and there was a great weight on her chest, like someone had just placed a sandbag there.

"One down, one to go..." He murmured.

[Deadpool]

Death was nice.

Well, it was while it lasted, at least. He knew he had issues, wanting it so badly... but who could blame him, after what had happened to him? Besides, his girl was here, even if Thanos didn't like him hanging around said woman.

He woke up with a gasp, this time unable to help the hand that grasped at his breast. After flailing like a beached dolphin for half a second, Deadpool sat up, glaring around the room.

"Bastard," he growled. "You're fucking paying for tha--" What he saw stopped him mid-sentence.

[Starlight]

Reggie had finally stopped using his fists on her. Well, by that, she meant he had finally stopped beating the living hell out of her without whatever he had nearby. After a swift kick to the ribs, enough to send her curling into a ball, he fell so he was sitting on her upper stomach again. She gasped in pain, her head tilting to the side.

"Don't worry, Jazzie. It'll only take another minute for me to finish you off. And then you won't have to worry about death anymore." He spoke gently to her, like a father telling his beautiful daughter that she would no longer have to fear the shadows under her bed. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, then placed his hand around her throat.

He squeezed.

At first it was just enough to make her uncomfortable, to let her know what was going to happen. But then, after a moment, the pressure increased, actually cutting off her air supply. Despite the weakness in her limbs, Jasmine struggled to flail as much as possible, even if she knew it was hopeless.

Her vision began to grow dark from the outside in, forming almost like a ring. Even as she gasped for air, the darkness only continued to grow. Her heart was pounding desperately. Her lungs burned for the oxygen they were so painfully being denied.

Eventually, her flailings began to weaken, until she just laid still beneath his grip. Even if she wasn't fully unconscious yet, she knew better than to try to fight him anymore.

Deadpool had been right. She obviously wasn't able to handle people like Reggie. Those with super powers, she meant. They were always going to win. And, apparently, that was a lesson she was about to learn the hard way.

But, then, in the background, she heard a familiar voice snarl,

"Bastard."

[Deadpool]

He was on his feet immediately, rushing at Reginald like a freight train. He lowered his shoulder so that it hit the man square in the head, knocking him off of Jasmine. Hurting her was one thing, but hurting her right in front of him was quite another...

Deadpool pinned the man to the floor with his knees, glaring down at him in a mixture of hatred, rage, and... oddly enough, fear. Fear for Jasmine. But he couldn't take care of her right then. He had to deal with Reggie.

He curled his hand into a fist and swung it downwards, slamming it into Reggie's jaw. Then he curled the other fist up and did it again. And again, and again, and again, and again...

[Starlight]

Reggie wasn't expected the "dead" mercenary to come back into the living, and then plow into him like a damned frieght train. He was knocked off Jasmine, fingers digging into her throat before viciously being thrown off, and the business man rolled. Before he knew what was what, Deadpool was on top of him.

The merc then began to throw punches that would have broken a normal man's jaw. And... Okay, well, they did break his jaw. Several times, actually. And yet every time his healing power managed to set it back into place with just enough time for the pain to stop before another blow was dealth. It went one like this, until finally Reggie had had enough.

He managed to send a whistling punch to Deadpool's stomach, hoping to knock him off of him.

[Deadpool]

Deadpool staggered back, but even in his pain this was a good thing; his katana was there, just in his reach. He groped for it, feeling almost safe with it there in his grasp before he made another rush for the business man.

He swung.

Deadpool was the best at what he did, and what he did wasn't very nice. But it felt really, really nice. And as the silver blade sliced cleanly through Reggie's neck and spinal chord, he couldn't help but grin underneath his mask.

"Goodnight, Reggie. Sweet dreams."

That done, he almost felt... drained. But he couldn't take a nap just yet.

He turned towards Jasmine, this time looking down with pity and sadness. He couldn't help but feel that this was his fault... he was the one to blame for all this. He strode over, slipping her arms under her limp, unconscious body and pulling her up, close to his chest. "It's alright, Jazz... I gotcha..."

[Starlight]

Even on the threshold of unconsciousness, Jasmine realized two things:

Deadpool was alive.

Deadpool was not supposed to be alive.

And yet, she was pretty sure that was his voice that spoke, his arms that lifted her up from the ground. Even as the world continued to blacken, the female mercenary pressed against him slightly, trying to find some comfort after all that had taken place just a minute ago.

"Wade," she winced at the pain in her throat as she spoke, signalling that Reggie's strength had definitely bruised her up pretty bad, "I'm really sorry. I guess I couldn't handle it after all."

Her body shivered once, and then she went completely limp in his grasp.

[Deadpool]

Deadpool froze when she spoke, feeling something in her words pull a heartstring. He bit his lip, but as she went limp pulled her closer to him, cradling her head on his chest.

"Damnit, Wade," he muttered to the air. "You weren't allowed to do this to yourself again..."

The mercenary made his way towards the stairs with her in his arms. He knew what she needed; a place to lay down, and there was really only one bed in the whole warehouse. It didn't matter, though; she could have it. Hell, if she asked he would pack up his stuff and leave the place to her entirely. He could just erase himself from her life completely.

If she asked.

He got to the bedroom and set her down on the sheet before looking around for the bedspread. Once he found it (unused and completely clean, thank god), he lay it down on top of her and left the room, shutting the door as quietly as he could. He knew Weasel was smart enough to know not to go in there. Weasel didn't wanna lose a limb.

[Starlight]

Jasmine ended up sleeping for several hours, letting her body getting the rest it needed to start the healing process. Unlike most nights, she ended up sleeping heavy and deep the entire time, not even tossing once. (Though, it was partly due to the fact that her body knew that, should she turn, she wound end up hurting herself.)

Eventually, though, even her body knew it was time to awaken. Jasmine's eyelids fluttered; the young woman tried to close them back, to dive back into the warmth and saftey that was unconsciousness, but inevitably ended up waking. She stirred, wincing when the bruises on top of her bruises gave a creak in protest, but eventually managed to push herself up into a sitting position.

To her surprise, Jasmine was not in... Okay, well, she had honestly not thought about where she was supposed to wake up yet, because she had been sleeping so well. That, and she had sincerely thought she was going to die. She knew that, had it been another minute so, she would have been dead.

The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but all that came out was a rough croak of a word. Wincing in pain, Jazz placed a hand over her throat, rubbing it slightly, then swallowed. Her mouth currently felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls, drawing all the moisture anytime there was any hope.

"Wade?" She finally managed to get out as she swung her legs over to the edge of the bed, an attempt to get off and try to find the mercenary that had saved her.

[Deadpool]

"Wade?"

Deadpool snapped awake.

He'd positioned a chair outside the door to keep guard, though he'd eventually ended up falling asleep where he sat. Luckily for him nothing had happened; no one had rang the bell trying to sell Jesus to him or broken in to try and kill her again.

He was more then a little bit surprised when she called him, but that didn't really matter. The point was that she had called him.

He stood up and opened the door, peeking his head in. The mercenary gave her a quick once-over to make sure she wasn't a zombie before smiling softly.

"Wade Winston Wilson at your service," he said. "You need anything? Water? Orange juice? Chimichanga?"