"Delusional?? Ask her about the contract she had me sign and then IMMEDIATELY backed out on.

She'll know, or even twitch like she doesn't know."

"Uh... I made food and brought the mail in so no one would take it?"

"I unfriend you."

Wade that's not how this works.

"The doors aren't exactly lockable..." He'd preface, before placing the plate down.

"Just a mercenary needing to unwind from a messy job yesterday. Figured it'd be easier to converse about sticking around than... a more gruesome route."

"Just trust me when I say he's bad news. So don't ever go near him."

He picks up the disembodied limb and putting it back in place. Wade would then go to tend to the others cut in her forehead.

"Yeesh... Hang tight. I'll patch you up." He'd pull out a first aid kit before proceeding to clean up her wound.

"For fucks sake dude, I need that money. And it's not even for me!"

"A few hours." He'd comment from offering her a plate of pancakes.

"Hungry?"

"Huh? Tis but a flesh wound."

He's missing a whole arm, the removed limb to his feet.

"Nothing I can't reattach! Are you okay? You seem to be bleeding... right there." He'd motion to her forehead.

"That explains the familiarity.

Do me a favor, next time you see her, and tell her that her ex is waiting on that severance pay."

Think of the worst possible thing imagineable.

Then apply that to the worst mercenary in existence.

"... You wouldn't happen to have had a sister named Satana have you?"

"Wasn't aware we were on first name basis.

Others usually just refer to me as Deadpool. Who are you?"