Fair warning, Sabretooth shows up so this chapter has lots of mentions of blood and some gore

   The door to your room opens again, you turn your head expecting to see either Belova or Barton again. Instead you see a man in a red and black suit, a gun strapped to each leg and two katanas on his back. You study him as he casually leans against the wall across from you.

"Who are you supposed to be? The bad cop to Bartons good cop?" you ask. [Clints more of the accident prone cop if you ask me *shrugs*]

He shakes his head, "Nope. I'm your best friend" he says as he takes his mask off.[Bet you wish I was in your reality too huh? Don't worry, we'll always be pals.] His face is scarred but there's a sense of familiarity there. Before you can question yourself or him on how exactly you know him the door opens again and two pairs of footsteps approach, and two women stand next to him.

Your upper lip curls at the sight of the assassin and witch. There's a nasty bruise forming on the older redheads cheek. You smirk, remembering how you gave it to her earlier.

"Shame I bruised that pretty face of yours Romanoff. Maximoff, I hope you don't think this is over just because I'm currently restrained." you tell them

The Sokovian sighs at your words as she looks at you. Sadness is written all over her face, and in your state you mistake it for her worrying about her girlfriend or herself. You don't realize it's because she hates seeing you like this and hearing you speak like one of them.

The slightly familiar man hands the assassin a piece of paper, "You're the Russian so the honors all yours."

She studies the paper a few seconds before speaking, "Khoroshaya rabota Oruzhiye Iks.(Good work Weapon X)"

Your body relaxes almost immediately, your head feels heavy so you let it hit the pillow. You repeatedly open and close your eyes, blinking away the confusion you feel. The room lights suddenly feel five times brighter and there's a slight ringing in your ears. Memories of the past few months come back to you, and the events of the past few days also register inside your mind. You curse internally at the fact that you not only hurt Bucky, Clint and Yelena but also Natasha.

Wade has known you long enough to register the relief and guilt washing over you. He wants to comfort you, to wrap you up in one of his hugs and help make things better for you but he knows better than to get in the way of the two women standing beside him. [I know I'd heal, but I'd prefer not to die by angry girlfriend]

Wanda can hear your thoughts of guilt, she grabs your other girlfriends hand, "Y/n?"

You immediately turn to face them, giving them a weak smile. "Hey sweet girl, hey Tasha" you rasp out.

They rush over to you, practically jumping into the bed with you to wrap you up in their arms. You yelp as they touch you, the pain from all your unhealed wounds fully kicking in now that your mind wasn't filled with the fog of being Weapon X and fulfilling Hydras objectives. They quickly shift positions to not hurt you further.

"How are you feeling?" Wanda asks as she cups your face

You grunt, "Sore, can we take these damn cuffs off so I can heal?"

"Of course, hold them up for me." Nat says as she grabs the key from her pocket

You sigh in relief one they fall from your wrists, already feeling your healing factor kicking in, "Thanks Tasha" you cup her cheek, thumb stroking across the bruise, "I'm so sorry."

She places her hand over yours, "You have nothing to be sorry for. You weren't yourself."

"Are Bucky, Clint and Yelena ok?" you ask, guilt still gnawing at you

She nods, "Bucky and Clint are fine, Yelenas nose is broken but she's alright."

You lean back in the bed, brows knit together in frustration. Great, not only had you bruised Bucky and Clints ego, but you broke your best friends nose and bruised your one girlfriends cheek. To top it off, your actions probably scared your other girlfriend.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Wanda asks, bringing you out of your thoughts

You sigh, "That I deserve to be locked in this cell, and I don't deserve the two of you."

"Well, stop that. You and I know better than anyone that what you did is Hydra's fault, not yours. They deserve the cell, not you. And if anyone deserves two beautiful, badass babes it's you." Wade says [About damn time I said something.]

You smile, "Hey Wade, it's really good to see you. I missed you."

"Missed you too my friend, glad to find you. Now we just have to break Hydras hold on you." he says [Sure, easy. Nothing to it.]

"Oh, is that all? Easy." you reply [Hey author, pay attention. I just said that]

"You've got us to help you dorogoy(sweetheart)" Nat assures you

Wanda nods, "We hated seeing you like that and are willing to do anything to help you."

"While I appreciate that I can't let either of you help me. They still want you Wan, and Tasha, they are adamant they want you taken alive. They either want to tortue you, or just have you there to watch Wanda suffer" you argue

"Knowing Hydra it's both." Wade says

You nod, "That's what worries me."

You can see Nats about to argue, but you don't hear what she says. Your hearing focuses on something else, something large clanging farther down the hallway, heavy yet quiet footsteps accompanied by the occasional grunt. And that smell, like wet dog mixed with blood. Oh shit.

"Wade." you sternly say, confusing both redheads beside you. Wade isn't confused though, he knows you've heard something [Call it, best friends intuition]

"Who'd they send?" he asks, unsheathing his katanas [Oooo get ready for the action baby!!]

You growl, "Sabertooth."

"Wait, as in Victor Creed? He's here?" Nat asks, worry evident on her face. While you were unconscious she'd dug a bit more into your past, and let's just say the files on Victor were quite troubling. She's never seen such violence. Such rage.

"He's here, and only four rooms away now." you say sitting up, getting ready for yet another fight. "Wade, I want you in front of them. You're their last line of defense. No Avenger is to get involved, do you two understand? This man can and will rip a person in half with his bare hands. Wade and I can at least put ourselves back together, none of you have that luxury."

"You can actually do that?" Wanda asks

"I mean, no ones ripped me in half yet but with what I've survived I'm sure I'll be fine." you answer, earning a disapproving look from both women

"Well, I have been ripped in half. We go back together, don't worry!" he says with a thumbs up [Yay healing factor!]

"Anyway I don't have time to argue, he's here." you say, standing and putting yourself in front of the girls, Wade standing by your side

He nudges you, "You sure you got this?" [Not that I doubt you dear reader, it's just, have you seen the size of this guy?! Scaarry]

"If I don't, feel free to help out." you say taking a step forward as a massive shadowy form takes up the doorway

"Hiya, Runt. You don't look too happy to see me. I'm guessing you ain't Hydras puppet then, what a shame. I was hoping you'd let me get a taste of witchy before we turned her in" he says with a smirk, his lower canines glinting

"You won't touch her." you growl, claws automatically showing themselves [insert *snikt* *snikt* here]

"Unless I can get through you, right? This'll be fun." he sneers before rushing forward

You rush forward to meet him, your claws sink deep into his abdomen as he swipes his across your face. You remove your claws from him and use them to block his next blows before you dig them into his thighs. He growls in pain before swiping his claws across your side. They tear into you and send you backwards. You land on the floor in front of Wade, blood pouring from your wounds but you quickly stand as you see Sabertooth take a few steps further into the room.

"You ain't getting past me" you growl out

He chuckles, "Oh, sure Runt." before he's coming at you again.

You have to meet him halfway again, this room is small, too small and if he gains any more ground he'll be within an arms reach of Nat and Wanda. You can't allow that, you have to change the fighting venue but how? Ah, that's it, his rage. It's always so strong he's only ever just one outburst away from going full berserk. During that he's all muscle and adrenaline and no thought process, just pure animal. Which was good for the three other people in this room because his sole focus would become his prey, you.

Your claws slice into his forearm as he protects his face. He snarls with a swing of his arm, you roll out his way before plunging your claws into his knee making him shout before digging his claws into your shoulder, lifting you to his eye level.

"Do something!" Wanda pleads with Wade

"Oh no, no thank you. She said to involve myself only if she needs help." he replies [It may look bad, but I know my pal has this flea bag!]

Nat glares at him making him swallow hard, "You're telling me she looks like she has this under control to you?"

They look back to you in time to watch your boot connect with his jaw with a crack. One of his teeth falls to the floor as his jaw goes slack, hanging slightly crooked. Your other boot finds purchase in the center of his chest, pushing off you free yourself from his grasp and land on the floor in a crouched position. Probably not your smartest idea because those deep gashes in your shoulder are killing you, but you knew you had to rile him up.

"Actually, yes." he answers [well that shut them up haha. Nonono, I was kidding! Don't get mad at me for teasing you about your girlfriends!]

Sabretooth looks at you, his eyes completely white like the predator he is as he snaps his jaw back into place. His anger growing in him like thunder in a storm.

"What's the matter bub, you seem slower than I remember. Guess the Hand likes having a big dumb animal around." you insult him

An animalistic noise leaves him, that's your cue. You spin on your heel running to one side of the room and he lunges for you. His large frame tackles you, sending you both through the wall and into the room next to the one you were once held in. [oof, I felt that]

"Gunna rip you apart!! Then when you're healed I'm gunna do it again!!" he yells as his arms swing wildly, tearing at your chest and abdomen sending blood, flesh and fabric flying

You quickly position your arms and shove all six of your claws straight into the center of his chest. A pained expression comes across his face but he doesn't falter, instead one of his hands wraps around your neck. He squeezes as he lifts you, you can feel your windpipe beginning to constrict and you kick wildly at his abdomen. Annoyed he throws you back through the hole you made when he tackled you and you hit the opposite wall. It cracks slightly under the impact.

Blood pours from his chest as he steps back into the room, apparently you missed his heart, the slowest healing organ the two of you have. He smirks at your form that slumps against the wall, more blood than flesh currently. You hated the fact that Wanda and Natasha had to see you like this. Just because you can heal doesn't make it any easier to watch a loved one practically become disemboweled and then sit in a puddle of their own blood because they're in too much pain to stand at the moment.

"Aw, is the Runt tired? Too bad, we're just getting started." he says before running at you again

His knee meets your face with such speed and strength that your girlfriends audibly gasp as your head smashes through the wall behind you. [Ooof, man I think I felt that one all the way in my lumbar] One of his massive hands reaches in and closes around your face. He pulls you out and dangles you in front of the others.

You dig your claws into his bicep causing his grip on you to go slack, you land on the floor with little tact and you scramble to avoid his arms. You're thankful your earliest wounds have finished healing because god did your abdomen get shredded by him and you'd really like for that to sort itself out soon. Last thing you needed was him simply reaching down, digging into a few layers of muscle and pulling out your spleen or something.

His massive foot hits your chin suddenly and you slide backward until you're bumping into Wades legs. You look up to him and he looks down at you with a tilt to his head, "My turn?" he asks excitedly [Please say yes Y/n!!]

"Oh yeah." you agree and he moves to face the big bastard.

You expected to hit the floor but instead find your upper body leaning back on someones lap. You glance up again to see Wandas tear stained face looking down at you. One of her hands cups your face and you relax into her hold. Nat crouches next to you, her eyes look over you with a sadness you've never seen before they go to meet your gaze.

"You're going to be ok, right?" she asks in a hushed tone

You nod, "It takes a lot more than this to put me down."

"I don't like seeing you in so much pain, please let us help." Wanda practically begs

"No way. If you attack him you become a target, his prey. And believe me darlin he doesn't go easy on those he views as prey. Instead of him taking you to Hydra he'd simply slaughter you and drop your heads off at their doorstep. I ain't about to let that happen." you explain

The Russian looks at you, "He's not going to take your head either!"

"Relax Tasha, he can't take it even if he wanted to. The adamantium keeps me all together. Wade on the other hand.." you say before hearing the Merc yelp

"Yeeouch!" he says as Sabertooths clawed hand goes straight through him[Oh, ouch. Can somebody hand me a bucket for my organs?]

He swings his shorter blade and it slices open the massive mands abdomen before ye plunges the longer blade through his neck. Sabertooth gurgles on his own blood as he becomes a bit weaker and he shoves Wade away from him and to the ground. The red clad mercenary is quick to shove his blade into the back of one of the mans thighs as he stands. Sabertooth swings at Deadpool, his claws tearing through his neck and his head goes flying, it bounces on the floor before stopping.

"Come back here and fight me you coward!" he shouts [Hey I still got teeth, I'll bite that motherfucker]

Still not fully healed you groan as your half brother approaches you once more. You go to push yourself into an upright position, but his hand is around your leg in seconds

"Oh, hell." you exclaim before he pulls you, swinging you into the doorframe with a thud making the door lean on its hinges.

"I said I'd tear you apart Runt, and I fucking meant that!" he sneers. He shoves his claws deep into you near your rib cage and begins to tear and pull at you

"Aaarggh! Fuck!" you shout as pain ripples through you.

Your claws sink into his sides all the way to your fists and he lets out a yell of his own, but he focuses on tearing at you again before he can however there's a bang, the smell of gunpowder and the unmistakable thunk and clank of a bullet meeting his metal skull

"Get off of her!" Nat yells. Oh shit, oh fuck. This is so not good. [I don't know, seems ok from my angle. Granted my head is upside down and facing the wrong direction, but hey!]

He turns, eyes falling on the one that shot him. A deep growl leaves his throat as he stands ready to pounce and your mind works in overtime to figure out a plan in seconds. He's fast, faster than you but this time you couldn't afford him that because if he got to Nat before you she was dead, simple as that.

You spring to your feet and follow behind him. More of the Black Widows bullets sink into him as you jump, your claws sink into his shoulder blades and you use your momentum to propel yourself over him. You land next to Natasha and you barely have time to slide in front of her, protecting her from Sabertooths wrath. In his rage he hasn't noticed he missed his intended target, shoving her down to the floor as he collides with you, hands wrapped around your biceps he lunges forward sinking his sharp teeth into your neck before pulling away, taking a chunk of your throat with him. Only once he tastes the blood does he realize

He grunts, "Well, look at you Runt. Playing hero for both redheaded bitches eh?"

Your face contorts, a mix of agony and anger, you go to tell him off but find only gurgles and gasps leave you at present. Worst part was they left through the opening in your neck and you saw even more blood bubble out of you.

From her position on the floor Natasha looks at you in horror, that could have been her, it almost was her. If you were even a second later she's sure you and Wanda would be watching her bleed out. Instead she watches helplessly as he rips your throat open, your blood rushing down your front and splattering onto the floor like a waterfall. Wanda watches all of this unfold as well and an anger she hasn't felt in quite some time ignites within her at the sound of you choking on your own blood.

Your foe releases one of his hands from your bicep to cup your face, this isn't an act of care and you know this. He intends to mock you.

"Don't worry, I'll take real nice care of them for you." he says, stroking your cheek. "A little Hydra torture can make a person brand new. And you would know, wouldn't you sister." he sneers

Too weak to swing your free arm at him you simply gurgle in response earning a hearty chuckle from the man as he drops you to the ground. Without thinking Nat makes a move toward you, intending on comforting you but instead he grabs her by her braid and lifts her. She yelps in pain as her hand reaches behind her holding his hand to keep the pressure off her scalp, her legs kick him furiously but all he does is arch an eyebrow at her.

"Really, that's all you've got? I expected more from someone brave enough to shoot me, though perhaps it was stupidity that made you shoot. His other hand grabs her chin, lightly he digs his thumbs claw into her as he tilts her face upwards. "Well, you are a pretty one, aren't you sweet heart"

Wandas eyes glow red as her hands shoot forward her magic grabbing a hold of Nat as she forces the monster in front of her to release his hold on the woman. Once she's free Wanda sets her down gently and focuses all her power on him. He thrashes in her hold, but as he finds out kicking, tearing and slashing at magic has no effect. She squeezes him until all he can do is let out shaky wheezes and then proceed to force him into the ceiling before bringing him down into the floor below. She looses count of how many times she hears the crunching and cracking.

Natasha goes right to you, Even though one of your hands is attempting to stop the blood flow you still lay in a large pool of it. She doesn't care that she's kneeling in it, not when you're in so much pain, feeling like you're on deaths door despite knowing your body is slowly healing. She places her hand over yours and you look at her.Tears slide down her cheeks as her other hand grabs yours.

"D-don't....cry.." you rasp out, "I'll...b-be..ok." you tell her. And she knows you will be, but she also knows you aren't ok right now

Finally Wades body, which has been aimlessly searching the room on