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"Wade?" you say nervously, eyeing the zombie as it shambles towards you. Two more shuffle behind it. You don't hear a response, but you won't dare tear your eyes away from the creatures. "WADE!!" you yell instead.
"Pumpkin?" you hear Wade grunt as he appears next to you, fighting another zombie. These zombies seem to be ninjas, they way they can fight.
You breath out in relief, moving closer to him. "Please tell me you have some sort of plan." The zombies are getting closer and you're running out of room to back up.
"Um...." Wade mumbles. You resist the urge to punch him. The zombies leer at you, now only a few feet away. You bump into something behind you. Wade. Close call.
"Wade, please," you gasp, terror and adrenaline pumping.
"Would now be the time to propose my undying love for you?" he ventures, his back against yours as the zombies start to circle around.
"No!"
"That's all I got."
"Ugh," you roll your eyes. What else did you expect? You'll just have to fight your way out. As usual.
Breaking away from the others, a zombie makes his way to you. You drop your sword, reaching up to grab Wade's shoulders. Using his back as support, you push yourself up and kick your feet out at the zombie. It falls back, righting itself nearly immediately. But the move gave you time. You grab your weapon from where it landed on the floor and charge the zombie. It isn't long before the head lies on the floor, separate from the body. You hear Deadpool fighting behind you and you quickly move to the next one. At least they die like regular zombies. They sure can pack a punch though. You spit blood onto the ground, running your tongue over the cut in your lip. "You'll regret that," you grunt, sweeping down and taking the zombie's legs out. It falls to the floor and you chop the head off. "HA!!" you shout in triumph, but it's cut off when a zombie tackles you from the side. Your sword goes flying out of your hand, and panic runs through you again. "Crap..."
The zombie's snapping jaws are inches from your face. Just when you think you're a goner, the head flies across the room and the corpse falls limp against you. You lay your head back in relief, pushing the zombie off you. A gloved hand appears above you and you take it gratefully.
You search for your sword so you can keep fighting, but stop at the sight around you. All the zombies are dead.
Wade stands next to you, hands on his hips, surveying his work. "I told you we'd be fine."
You don't bother pointing out that earlier he'd said you were doomed.
Turning to you he notices the cut on your lip. He reaches out his hand, wiping the blood away with his thumb.
"Dammit. I'm sorry," he murmurs.
"It's okay," you shrug.
Deadpool shakes his head. "I hate it when my girl gets hurt."
You would point out that he gets you in these situations in the first place, but honestly, you like it when he fusses over you.