Wade doesn’t have many friends. He never really did, even before he got turned into Freddy Kreuger (sans the claws). That is, except you. You were one of the only people who stuck around.
Of course, right around Weapon X–and his year-long break from talking to anyone he knew–you lost contact. He didn’t ever think he’d see you again. And then he did, and it was the best thing that ever happened to him.
He wouldn’t think an agent like you would ever put up with a merc like him, but you did, and that was enough. After half a year of reconnecting, he worked up the courage to ask you out. You said yes. A while after that, you moved in with him. It was perfect. And then it all had to come crashing down.
It was a normal mission. One goddamn mission. You said you’d be fine. You said you could handle it.
Two weeks after no word from you, and Wade’s about ready to tear the whole world apart trying to find you. Maybe he should ask the Avengers for help, those stuck-up–
Right before he gets dangerously close to that line of thinking, he hears a knock at the door. He swings it open, hoping to take his anger out on someone, only to see you. You, in all your bruised and beaten glory. He can’t tell if he wants to punch you or kiss you more.