Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Jan 10, 2018 6:29:17 GMT -6
Emmet scoffed. Of course they were going to get Emmy her own Hello Kitty bag. They were also going to get her very own arsenal. All Emmet could think of was a small pink handgun he could get his daughter. " I know a dude who can carve Emmy's name into a gun." Emmet suggested, not exactly thinking. Yet, he did know that Ken was tired and needed rest. Emmet gave her one last kiss and looked back down to Emmy.
" Say goodnight to mommy." He whispered to the sleeping baby. Emmet didn't exactly feel tired due to the adrenalin still going quite strong inside of him. He did however call to the nurse who made sure to put their daughter safely in the crib next to Ken and told Emmet to sit down.
He did sit down and once he had closed his eyes, the manchild fell asleep.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Nov 8, 2017 9:46:56 GMT -6
The tiny thing stirred a bit again and Emmet was sure he was going to drop her soon. The baby did not drop nor Emmet allowed himself to drop her yet it all still was slightly new. How did one prepare to be a father in the first place? Emmet had never known a father who was supportive and kind but he was damn sure he'd be one for his own daughter. He would also become a good partner for Ken and not letting anything happen to her. His girls. " A family." Muttered Emmet, echoing Kendall while simply staring at their daughter. " A family of adventures." Said the man and looked at Ken. " Or a family that collects Deadpool stuff?" He tested his limits. Well. No matter what Ken said, he'd still collect all the Deadpool merch. No questions asked.
They could be perfect for their daughter. They could raise her to be strong, smart and amazing what ever she did in her life. They could teach her to live life to the fullest and never not look back. Emmet could teach her how to fight and Ken could teach her how to break curses.
They'd be one badass family. Emmet turned to Ken. " You need to sleep." He whispered to her. " I'll take care of her."
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Aug 21, 2017 12:07:01 GMT -6
The only thing that mattered was Ken. The only thing that mattered was that Emmet was here with Ken. They were in for this together and they were going to get a new addition to their little family. This addition was the most important thing Emmet could ever think of; their daughter. All his life he had ran away but now, he couldn't run away from this. Did he even want to run? Not a chance. He wanted to raise his child with Ken. He wanted to do all of this with Ken. They'd be a family. Emmet held Ken's hand. Tightly. Even if she squeezed it so hard Emmet thought she was going break it.
A very few intense moments later, the girl - who clearly was a fighter - was safe and bundled up. Emmet, who probably had cried because of the pain in his hand and because of the birth of his daughter, wiped off his face. The little girl was there, their flesh and blood was there. Their life would begin. Emmet could teach her about his favorite anti-hero. Ken could teach her to be fierce and courageous. " She's here." Emmet muttered and couldn't help his smile. He was in deep awe of the little thing that he almost missed what Ken said. Her name. Their daughter's name. Emilia Caldwell. Wait. " Caldwell?" The man responded and looked at Ken. He never got the chance to say anything when a little girl was in his hands. " Hi." Emmet said softly.
There was a minute of silence until Ken's words hit him. " You - Yeah. It would suit you. Kendall Caldwell." Emmet looked back to Emilia. " She's so tiny."
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Aug 1, 2017 7:30:22 GMT -6
What was a man without his girl. What was Emmet without Kendall Hunter? Well, as it had been demostrated a while back; nothing. The man would be a ghost, empty shell of regret and grief. Not much after Emmet Caldwell had finally found his way to Ken, he hardly left her side. Not because for months Emmet had been all by himself but because she was expecting their child. It still amazed Emmet to see her belly so huge and feel the kicks in his hand. He was amazed how the baby would dance when Emmet hummed the tunes Calendar girl while keeping his ear right on top of Ken's stomach and gasping whenever he received a kick on his ear.
He felt giddy. He felt excited. He was going to be a father. Who knew. No one had ever expected for Emmet Caldwell to live past his 20s let alone live long enough to see his own child growing. He was going to survive because he was going to fight. Not just for his own sake but for Ken and for their little one. Their little girl.
Baby girl. Emmet was going to be a father to a little girl. Was she going to grow up to be as stubborn and as strong as her parents? Would she fight back when people pushed her down? Would she look more like Emmet or Ken?
All of those questions that circled around his head followed him outside when he started his hunt for kebab. Emmet wasn't going to argue with a very pregnant girl of his so he had put on his Deadpool pyjama pants and pulled his coat on before heading out. There was a hint of worry in his eyes when saying bye to Ken. He didn't want to leave her. Not now. What if their daughter would announce her arrival just when Emmet was gone?
It would be so typical.
The kebab place was a good 20 minute walk away and by the time Emmet got there, the line was ridiculous. He cursed and placed himself at the back of the queue. It took him another 15 minutes to reach the counter and order. Another 10 to get his order and by the time he got the warm thing in his hands, a burst of white and a familiar voice echoed in that small kebab place. She's coming.
The other people around him looked shocked, horrified but Emmet's eyes widened when he - finally - understood. She was coming. Her daughter was on her way.
The kebab was dropped on the floor and he apparated.
St Mungos was a strange place because Emmet could not find it at first. He groaned. He cursed. He cursed louder.
He had apparated couple minutes away and when he finally arrived to the atrium, beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. " I need to see Kendall Hunter!" He said in a speed that was far too fast for anyone to understand. Luckily for the dolt, he didn't have to repeat himself because the receptionist directed him to the ward and correct room where Ken was. This had to be second time in his life to run this fast. His shoes skidded on the clean floor and he almost lost his balance while turning the corner. There was nothing going on his head expect a hum. Hum that reminded him of a scream. Or more likely the panicky mantra of 'oh shit, oh shit'. " Ken!" Screamed Caldwell when he was at the door and swung it open as fast as he could, hitting himself on the face with a door in the process and finally running to Ken. " I'm sorry - I'm sorry late." He panted.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Jul 26, 2017 8:38:54 GMT -6
Running had become more or less the key for survival in Emmet's mind. Running was what he did the best. That, or fighting for his life. Emmet had always fought. For his life. For his dignity. For that last taco. Whatever it had been, Emmet had fought and managed to pull through. He had tried his best every single time. This, however, was something Emmet was not prepared. It was simply terrifying because he could not predict Ken's reaction. He wanted this to work, he wanted that Ken wouldn't get angry at him and push him away. That was probably the biggest fear as of now; that Ken would forever push Emmet away from her and not let him explain.
The fear was almost visible on Emmet's face, aside from the paleness of course. He wasn't ready for this but then again he would never be ready for this and so it was better to face your fears head on than let them linger. Emmet wasn't going to let this linger. Probably because he simply couldn't and because he had gone through this for her. Only for her.
She turned to look at him and for the first time in ages, Ken's eyes were finally locked into Emmet's. It had been so long since he had seen them. It had been so long since he had seen her alive like this. It had been so long since she had touched him.
Emmet Caldwell simply stood still when her arms wrapped around him. Not because he didn't want for her to hug him ( trust me, he did want that ) but the sheer shock of the feeling of a bump that was currently occupying on Emmet's stomach. He did however how shocked, wrap his arms around her as well, breathing her in once again. For a second, he forgot all about the rest of the bar. For a second, he forgot that Ken was very much pregnant. " I'm so sorry." Emmet muttered hoping that those three words would suffice of all the pain and the suffering he had caused her. " But - " He had to pull out from the hug. " What in the Wolverine's name is that?" Asked the manchild pointing at the belly? " Did you swallow a planet?"
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Jul 12, 2017 8:44:52 GMT -6
He was starting to get more anxious, more afraid than ever in his life. This had to be the single most terrifying thing that he had experienced and Emmet had been in the Special Forces. What was he supposed to say to her? What was he supposed to do? He could crawl? Or beg for Kendall to forgive him and try to explain the reasons why he had done what he had. It all had made sense in his head and instead of putting Ken in a terrible danger, it was better if she did not know what was going on. It was better if she simply did not know where Emmet was so the people who were after him could not use Ken as information.
He knew he was late. To say Emmet had not delayed a little was a lie. The man was simply petrified knowing that he had to face Kendall and her possible wrath. Still, in the back of his head he was so happy that he got to see her again. The only problem was that she probably didn't want to see him ever again. She probably hated him.
Or then she had no idea who had invited her here. That was the better option. Or was it. No. Yes. Goddamn it he was too nervous for this internal debate.
The Hello Kitty watch told him that it was already twenty past eight and that he was late as hell. He wanted to turn around. Emmet wasn't adult enough to do this. He wasn't ready. This panic made him suddenly turn around and head to the door. He basically ran there until he stopped. What was he doing? He had left the girl he loved behind and now that they had a chance to reunite, he was going to run. Would he regret this the rest of his life? The answer was too simple. The man that stared back from the reflection of the window may have been bruised and battered but he knew himself. If he was to run away now, he would never forgive himself.
The man that stared back at him looked rough, half dead and pale but he was still alive. If he left now, he'd never feel alive again. Not without Ken.
Emmet sighed. He slowly turned around and back to the lounge where he scanned the area again until seeing her. There she was. Her blond hair shining like a beacon from the crowd. She was glowing. She was still gorgeous. She was still perfect and most importantly, she was alive.
Caldwell pulled all the courage he could, approached the table ( not before stealing a drink from the passing waitress ) slowly and quietly. When he was close enough and her eyes had not yet looked up, Emmet cleared his throat. " Ken." Said the man, his voice getting caught in his throat. Emmet wanted to tell her so much. He wanted to tell her everything, make her understand but nothing was coming out from him.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Jul 5, 2017 8:38:08 GMT -6
The single most terrifying thing was not being chased all around the world by madmen but the facing of your past and the horrific mess that you have left behind. Emmet Caldwell had not only left a mess behind him but left someone behind who he cared about deeply. This would be first time showing his face around here in many many months. London would be the same. No one had noticed he had gone missing. No one had noticed that he had acquired many more scars underneath his shirt or that his arm had been broken twice during his run. He had been shot, cursed and hexed at more than he could remember and all of those times he thought he was going to die.
Somehow he was still alive. He was still alive because he was not just a tough son of a bitch but because he had made a promise to himself to return to Kendall Hunter no matter what. Yes, she thought that he had died with little left of his body but Emmet was sure she'd understand. If she didn't - Well, he'd figure that one out later. The most important thing to him was that Ken was safe. That she was not in danger because of Emmet's own selfish actions.
please meet me in the sky garden at 8pm. don't be late.
That was it. That had been the only thing he had managed to write to Ken. He had to see her. Well, he had seen her but from afar just quickly and only her face. He found where she lived, he had seen her pass quickly from the window and that was it. He had chickened out and not knocked on the door. Instead, Emmet had sent the note to her. There was no quarantee she'd even show up.
Perhaps that's why he was stalling now. How could Emmet be sure that Ken would even come? How could he be sure that she wouldn't just ignore the note and simply forget about it? With all of that doubt and all that regret, Emmet departed from the hotel 10 minutes late ( he was stalling and he had trouble with his tie. That stupid ass tie ). He snuck in the lounge, forgetting that he still had a bruise over his cheekbone from last nights fight and a bullet wound on his right shoulder. There was no pain. Nothing at all when his eyes scanned the place for Ken.
For the girl he loved. For the girl he'd die for thousand times more.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on May 31, 2017 8:02:11 GMT -6
This wasn't a vacation. Not really. Even if the sun was shining and the people were out. No, this felt like a marathon. Marathon to stay alive. The whole of New Yorks finest killers were after him so Emmet Caldwell had to lay low for a bit. Perhaps more than just low. Emmet didn't want to get killed. He had fought to stay alive this far that being killed by some stupid mob boss was absolutely ridiculous.
A few more months, had Emmet told himself, a few more months of this and he'd be able to go back to his regular life. Believed it or not, Emmet was missing the old life, the freedom of his job. He also missed Ken. He missed her so much even if she probably wasn't even thinking about him. She was living her own life with her new fiance. She did not need a mess like Emmet back in her life.
He suddenly jerked when the person sat down. English. She spoke English. Oh what a pleasant surprise. " Oh." Emmet began. " Not at all." He said nodding his head. " British, huh?" That came out wrong but Emmet was too stupid not to correct himself.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Mar 23, 2017 10:23:04 GMT -6
It wasn't pink sunglasses that were covering Emmet's face in the sun this time but bright green. He had bought new ones because the pink ones had gone missing when he had left his old life hastily. Obviously he had left things all topsy turvy but he had no other choice. He had left Ken all by herself while Emmet himself had ran away like a goddamn coward. Caldwell shook his head. He was in Portugal where the sun was shining and tourists walked on the street with no shirts. Emmet himself wasn't wearing a shirt either because he figured that was acceptable. The only thing was that he didn't quite realize his scars and the bullet wounds that were still very visible on his skin would attract attention.
The city was buzzing and the sun was shining brightly from the clear skies and for a second, Emmet forgot his troubles. He forgot the heartache that was dwelling inside of him. He forgot that he was on the run and that there were dangerous people who wanted him dead. This way, he could protect Ken. He could steer them away from her because there was a chance she was in danger too. Emmet couldn't risk her life. No. She had to remain safe and unharmed and even if that meant sacrificing himself, so be it.
Emmet sat down on the edge of the beach, a stone wall in the shadows and behind his sunglasses looked around him. There were families sitting on the sand, kids running around and making sandcastles. The pang inside of Emmet grew and he sighed. He wanted nothing more but to go back to Ken and tell her how much he had missed her and how he was sorry for leaving.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Mar 17, 2017 7:02:00 GMT -6
Every time he looked front of the mirror all he could see was the coward that had ran away from his responsibilities. The coward that had ran away from the job because things got too dangerous. He hadn't known what had happened. One minute the job was going just fine and the next he was running for his life at the back alley after being shot twice. The bullet holes that he had stitched himself where still hurting.
He didn't have much choice expect run for it. He had to leave everything behind and let his emergency protocol do the rest. A letter had gone out. Only one. One that had mattered the most to Emmet Caldwell.
For the longest of time Mr Caldwell had no emergency protocol. He didn't need one, he didn't have anyone in his life who he considered important. Kendall was different. She had been different in every way. Expect that she was engaged. That revelation had destroyed Emmet. It had made him crumble but he hadn't shown it. Not until he took the last job that made him run like hell. To kill someone so powerful as a mob boss sounded easy enough. Especially for Emmet who was accustomed of magic and sneakiness. It all had backfired when he realized they were actually wizards themselves. He had to disappear. There was no other choice. A body was to be found in the ruins of his apartment. Every indication that Emmet Caldwell was dead would ensure his safety. Ensure Kendall's safety.
A month later Emmet was still out in the world. He had no idea where he was after few weeks but he knew he had traveled to far enough. In Slovakia he had met an Australian backpacker who was nice enough to give him a bag of candy that were named Jojo. Said it was from some other European country that he couldn't pronounce.
The shady bar in some remote corner of the world was something Emmet had gotten used to. He could think, he could actually sit down without people knowing who he was. If anyone asked his name, he gave them names from comic books. For instance, Wade Wilson was his favorite so far. He sometimes gave them a name that made no sense. Just like his own life at the moment.
It would be a while before he could return back to New York. It would be a while until he could go back to his regular bar and chatter with Weasel. It would, however, be never until he could see Ken's face again and hold her close.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Mar 9, 2017 5:18:09 GMT -6
If you receive this letter it means that the emergency protocol has gone off and I am dead. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you earlier but in my line of work it's important to keep your distance. I never told you what I did because of your own safety and because I was ashamed. You are pure and happy. You still have the rest of your life to live. Make it a good one. You deserve all the happiness in the world, Ken. You deserve the skies, the stars and the moon.
I'm sorry again I never told you who I really am. My real name is ( or was ) Emmet Holbrook Tiberius Caldwell. I was born and raised in Iowa by my drunk father. My mother wasn't around.
After Ilvermorny, I got drafted into the U.S Army and later on joined the Special Forces. I got used to the blood and the killing. I got used to it so much, I received an dishonorable discharge. After that, it all went to hell and I started working as a mercenary.
I was good. I was scarily good at what I did. I did some horrible things to so many people. Deserved or not. In the end, it looks my past caught up on me. That's why I am writing this letter to you so you know that I didn't just disappear on you.
Ken, I could never be the man for you. You deserve a happy, healthy life. Far away from scum like me. To be honest, I wasn't too happy when I heard that you were engaged but this is better. You'll have a comfortable life and you'll be safe.
I know I've been lying to you about who I really am. For that, I am sorry. So now that I'm dead, I want you to know the truth. I also want you to know that you were my only one.
I fell in love with you the second I saw you.
But in my line of duty you don't get to meet anyone let alone fall in love.
Don't worry about me. After this letter reaches you, my body will no longer be warm. I've died knowing that I've met you.
Post by EMMET HOLBROOK CALDWELL on Feb 28, 2017 6:56:04 GMT -6
He was dead tired. He really was but it didn't matter because he was with Ken. In his work, he did not have the luxury for friends or anything remotely like that. Relationships were dangerous. Not only for Emmet but for those who he cared about. That's why he had stayed away from people and only had Bob with him these days. Bob had been a great addition to his lone wolf style. The only thing Emmet was missing at this very moment that he was falling for Ken much more than he was allowed to. He just hadn't noticed it but he was falling and hard. It couldn't be love, though. No. Because Emmet didn't fall in love. He had never fallen in love and never would. " It's great to see you again." Agreed Emmet with an enthusiastic nod. " I was a bit scared that you didn't want to see me again." Surprisingly enough, Emmet was telling the truth. For the first time in his life he had been scared that a girl didn't want to see him again.
At the mention of a date, Emmet's grin vanished. Date? Wait. This wasn't a date was it? Well, it may have been seeing as Emmet Caldwell had just traveled across the sea to see her. Would he do anything like this anyone else? Not a chance. If it was a job, yes but for a girl? Never. Ken was something special though and the moment he had seen her, he knew that she wasn't like any other girls out there. " Oh. Date." The man muttered. " Well, it could be." Emmet shrugged. " Do you – Do you want it to be a date?"
Hit list. Shit. That reminded him that he had a job to do. It could still wait, anything could wait for Ken. " Well, if you were in someone's hit list, I'd know about it." Muttered the man not quite understanding what he had just uttered out. " I am a interesting character." Emmet reminded with a grin but shook his head a bit. " Not so much. Expect Bob." Bob was always interesting even if he didn't talk that much. " So. Apart from work, how are you?"