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When the love of her life, Wade Wilson, was diagnosed with cancer, she had only been pregnant for a month and a half. Vanessa really did want to tell Wade about the baby, but the day she was going to, she woke up to an empty bed. She had cried all that day and called out of work that night if anyone asked she was going to blame hormones. In the next couple of months, no one would want a pregnant stripper, and she was thinking of quitting because she doesn’t know the effects it would have on her baby, she would need to find a job and fast. She ended up working at a daycare where she would send her daughter, yes she knew the gender she was five months along.
When her daughter was born, Vanessa named her Marinette Morena Carlysle-Wilson. They lived a pretty normal life; they didn’t have it all, but what mattered was Marinette was happy and growing well and that’s what mattered to Vanessa. That was until shit went sideways when Marinette was three.
They were kidnapped, on there way home from the work, by a man named Ajax, a stupid name in her opinion, because of her ex-boyfriend.
“This is just splendid isn’t it?” He said to another person. “Not only do we have his whore, but we also have the asswipe’s bastard baby. It’s as he would say an early Christmas. Give her here now.” He finished, beckoning to hold the girl.
“No, please don’t hurt her, just take me instead ok? Wade, even if he was alive, doesn’t know about her,” Vanessa said, turning Marinette away from Ajax.
“Well that’s all the more fun, take the girl,” he commanded. When the goons retrieved her, Marinette started crying. “Shut up! We have work to do. Follow me, he should be here soon.” Not too long after Ajax said that he was standing on the edge of the scrap, screaming something. Vanessa might have cared if they weren’t in danger. That was until she was dragged with Marinette to the edge where Ajax had stood not even five minutes ago. With a snicker, he says, “Aww does he write you love letters too?” He asked before dragging her and Marinette to a case. Vanessa was tied down and Marinette was taken from her arms.
“No! Don’t do that! Please leave her alone!” Vanessa cried as it got harder to breathe. She saw Wade climb up onto the scrap edge.
“Francis! Let Vanessa go!”
“Shhh! Wade, you don’t want to startle little Marinette, do you?”
“Who the fuck is Marinette?” Wade said, waving a blade.
“You don’t recognize your own spawn of Satan?” Francis said. A sound as gasping for air came from behind Francis. Wade throws the blade cracking the glass, deep breaths following.
“Mama!” Marinette screamed wiggling, trying to break free of Francis’ grasp.
“Wade! You have to protect her!” Vanessa shouts out, as her breaths return to normal. Marinette bites Francis’s nose, he drops her. She runs over to Vanessa and hides behind the case.
Wade cracks his knuckles and his neck, all while saying. “Now this is a fair fight.” The fight scene went the same except when the building was falling Marinette and Vaness both ended up in the case. Everything was black until muffled voices came with the light. “Found them.” The case is open and Vanessa hands Marinette to the short-haired teen, before standing up. When she’s alright to stand, she takes Marinette back and is trying to hush her cries.
“Oh, Francis! It’s time to die!” Wade said tumbling down the rubble, she saw the tin man walk over to him, but Vanessa was still distracted so she didn’t hear anything until a gunshot making Marinette cry more. Not too long after, Wade approached her.
“Vanessa, I’m sorry it’s been a rough couple of years,” Wade tries.
“A rough couple of years? Your daughter doesn’t know who you are!” Vanessa screamed, slapping his face.
“To be fair, I didn’t know she existed,” Wade tried, earning himself another slap.
“Come on Marinette,” Vanessa said, turning around putting her so she can walk.
“No, please, I want to be part of her life, but I’m not the same man I was under this mask,” Wade said, grabbing her hand that wasn’t holding Marinette’s. “I don’t want to scare her, face her away?”
“If you’re going to be in her life, she’s going need to see you,” Vanessa said, picking Marinette up and putting her on her hip. “Bluebell, this is your daddy,” Vanessa said, taking off his mask. Only to see the paper mask of Ryan Renold stapled to his face.
“This was for if my other mask fell off,” He chuckled, as she started to take it. “Just like a bandaid, rip it off.”
“That is quite a face, but with a brief adjustment period and lots of alcohol, it’s not I face I wouldn’t to ride on,” Vanessa said, putting a hand on his face.
“Daddy!” Marinette says before moving to jump out of Vanessa’s grasp.
“Vanessa! There are innocent ears,” Colossus said.
“What’re still doing here? Go be a really big brother to someone!” Wade said, holding Marinette. “Let’s go home, wait, you have a house right?”
“We never left the apartment,” Vanessa explained, taking Marinette back again. “Wade this is your Marinette Morena Carlysle-Wilson.”
“Hi, Marinette, I’m your dad!” He exclaims, before hushing his voice. “Boogie woogie woogie.”
“Seriously, just ruined a touching moment!” Vanessa said, smacking his arm.
“That’s why you love me,” Wade snickers, wrapping an arm around her.
Once Wade moved back into the apartment, they started teaching Marinette where to find her emergency bag, all the stuff she needed if there was ever trouble at the house. They also started her on early self-defense techniques.
They were a happy family until Marinette got hurt. Someone, one of Wade’s many enemies, shot her. They called an ambulance, but if they waited for blood until Marinette got to the hospital, she was going to die. They did a blood transfusion and Wade being the only person with the same blood had to give blood. Later during her surgery, he gave her more, refusing to leave his only daughter high and dry. (ok ik this won’t affect or change her DNA but work with me.)
It wouldn’t be until a week after the accident did they realize what happened. Marinette tripped and fell. Vanessa watched the scratch heal in front of her eye and not even ten minutes later it was gone with the only trace being the hole in her tights. Wade and Vanessa later checked where she was shot and there was no scar.
“Is she going to look like you from now on?” Vanessa asked after she had put Marinette to bed.
“Nessa, I have no idea, all I know is this is going to be one hell of a ride,” Wade said, kissing her head.
“You could have just said, no matter what happens, I’ll stand by your side,” Vanessa sighs, leaning her head on Wade’s shoulder.
“Yeah, but I rather have you under me,” Wade responds, earning him an elbow to the ribs.
“Come on let’s go to bed, we’ll worry about it in the morning,” Vanessa said, pulling him to bed.
Time went on, Marinette started school and her ‘condition’ never went away. She was taught to keep it a secret from everyone that wasn’t her mom and dad or their friends. She was a normal kid at school except for some time getting in trouble for being ‘inappropriate’. The first time they were called in was when Marinette was a first grader.
“So Mr. Wilson, Ms. Carlysle, we brought you in here today because,” the principal started.
“Wait, I want to hear my daughter’s side of the story first,” Wade said, looking to where Marinette was sulking in the corner of the office.
“Well this shithead tripped me on the playground, so got up, grabbed a stick and said nicely. ‘Imma cut you bitch!’ before I tackled him,” Marinette explained.
“Marinette, we’ve talked about this you have to” Wade started.
“I’m going to stop you right there Wade, I love you but wait to give her life advise till we get home,” Vanessa said, grabbing his hand. “So know that we know the whole story.”
“Mandatory family counseling and anger management classes for her,” the principal said. A “fuck” “shit” “bitch” with her answer. (Wade said fuck. Vanessa said shit. Marinette called her a bitch.)
The kids never did anything to Marinette after that, afraid of getting of Marinette’s bad side. They decided that it would be a good idea to teach her how to lie. Family counseling was interesting, to say the least, it went a bit like this.
“Mr. and Mrs. Wilson?”
“Nope! We’re not married,” Vanessa said, standing up to enter the office. They sit down with Marinette on Wade’s lap.
“So Marinette can you explain to me, where you would hear such words?”
“Daddy! He doesn’t like our cat, the night before I tackled the kid, he got scratched and he screamed what I screamed,” Marinette explained.
“Bluebell, that’s not our cat, and I tried to explain to you that it’s not good to keep feeding it,” Wade said.
“That’s the only time I’ve heard him swear though,” Marinette lies, a smile spreading across her face.
“So Vanessa, Wade, what do you guys do for work?”
“I’m a dancer.”
“Waste management,” Wade says, leaving out what type of waste he deals with, hint wastes of oxygen, pretty shitty people.
“Well, I recommend not swearing around her, make sure she controls her temper and discipline if she doesn't listen,” The councilors said, standing. “I’d like a behavior report in two weeks if nothing has changed, I’ll see you back here again.”
Her parents told her that she did good improv and that she’s not allowed to swear again. Everything was again going fine until it was spring soccer. Marinette had just turned ten and was practicing with her team before a game, that was fine until the actual game. She was going to kick a ball but a girl slid and hit her ankle. It was broken and she was pulled off the field, her parents were running late, and even though they told her never to show her healing ability to anyone but family, she didn’t listen. By half time her ankle was healed, and when she got up to play the coach sat her down and told her that it wasn’t ok.
“But look, Miss, it’s all healed,” She said, standing.
“Umm… sit here I’m going to call somebody,” she said, walking away. Long story short her coach called her parents, and they decided it was time to move because the coach recommended talking to a doctor about getting tests down. Other people were talking about it already, and they didn’t want news spreading. So they sold their apartment to Dopinder and started to talk to apartment managers in another state.