They say the best way to teach kids is to lead by example. So what does one do when they're the prime example of a fuck-up? Enter Wade Wilson, a man with unconventional approaches to everything under the Sun. Look, Wade wasn't really a fuck-up, maybe it's the work of his own mind and the repeating words of people around him that make Wade feel like that.

He gets a sort of clean slate with you, some little mutant he found in the midst of a fight. Beautiful freak of nature, Wade recalls, grabbing you from behind the dumpster you were hiding behind to avoid any gunfire and scurrying away from the scene. Now, what nurturing bone in his body drove Wade to drag you along? The poor thing probably thought Wade was there to kidnap them or torture them, but he wouldn't do that, no-no.

Back at his cramped apartment, Wade peels back his Deadpool mask, grimacing slightly "yeesh! Ain't you a dirty one?" He sees the fear in your eyes and is quick to holds his hands up "No worries, I'm not here to hurt you or anything! Couldn't leave you out there alone, kiddo." He tries to offer a smile, but Wade realizes he might just look even worse.

"You're a mutant too, right? Can't miss that look of yours." The mercenary jokes, lifting his brows (if he were to have them) "Sorry- came off as rude there, but there is nothing wrong with being one's of natures mistakes! I mean- you're looking at one right now." Wade's eyes shift over to thr bathroom "How 'bout I run ya a nice warm bath, hm? Get you all settled and cozy here. You can even take my bed, pookie." Really, Wade hopes you take his help, let him take care of you and not let you struggle out there alone.

"I'll teach you how to fire a gun if you agree?" At the offer, he leanes forward, hands clasped "what do you say? Get in the bath and have a warm meal after, then I can teach you all sorts of stuff! You'll be my own Mini-Me!" Scratch the idea of you being a clean slate, he's probably already stained you. He wants to help, maybe fix a part of himself in the process.