Temporary | Deadpool x Reader

POV: [Y/N] Larke

I'm a basic person with assassin capabilities. No superpower shit. No ability of any kind. Nothing marvel related in all honesty. And not even a stable relationship with men and women, sexually and not. Anyways, right now, i was sitting in a bar with a shining glass of throat-piercing vodka. I don't drink. "Ma'am the bill." The bartender, also my cousin, handed me the bill. "Thanks Wes, put it on tab will you?" I slammed the glass down, earning some looks from bearded men. "Oh come on, it's 2020 and you think women slamming Vodka on...on the counter..." I gave in and let out a bunch of stomach-ache worthy shit out my stomach and throat. My eyes drifted off and i could feel my legs giving in. "[Y/N]!" Weston grabbed me in his arms and carried me behind the whole place and outside, climbing the winding stairs into his apartment above the bar. He draped me over the couch and smiled, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. "You...still care for him?" You managed out. "No," he took couple steps towards the seat next to you and sat down, staring into your [E/C] eyes that you both shared. "I care about you. He was never in my thoughts." He looked at his apron and gave a nose release of laughter like people do when they laugh in public at memes on their phone. "I get that you're worried about me but ever since Vanessa it's been...tough. For Wade too." I remembered the man she was with. Wade Wilson, a familiar name to many people who came into close contact. "I have to head back downstairs and manage the bar," he looked back at me and gave a soft smile. "Take care of yourself [Y/N]." He stood up and left. Leaving me in his small 1 bedroom apartment.

I could just barely move my limbs an inch. Probably the vodka. I hesitated before hearing a shatter of glass come from outside. I groaned and fell onto my side and cuddled a pillow. "My throat is going to start throbbing..." i thought out loud. Getting drunk in a bar is just predictable. It's like that one moment in Red White and Royal Blue where Henry sings 'Don't Stop Me Now' and everyone is drunk. That's like me right now, just tone down on the gay part and add 'killer capabilities' to the name. I sat up again and stood up, stretching my legs and leaving my brother's apartment. My hoodie had a stain from the vomit. I could smell it through my face mask. I only wore it because it made me feel better about myself. I plugged in my AirPods and started playing the song 'Friction' by Imagine Dragons.

I arrived in front of my own apartment which was about an hour's walk from the bar. I then remembered a small detail about my door that was different to when i left. I opened the door and there he stood. "[Y/N]..." he pronounced my name in all the wrong ways. "Christopher..." i harshly replied, him scrunching his nose. "I'm your dad you should be calling me dad." He frowned. I smirked and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Do you know how long me and Weston have been waiting for you to get out of jail only for you to try and escape A DAY before your sentence was over? That's 20 years Chris. 20, not 3 but 20. I had to raise Wes like a kid, he was 5 then." I shoved Chris's shoulder. "Look [Y/N], i know how hard it was—"
"Except you don't! You were in prison for 20 years Chris. I was only 7. And not only did i have to live in the streets, i had to feed a 5 year old boy. He's as thin as a stick because he hadn't gotten a good meal in years. Now look at him: he has a wife, he owns a bar, he even has his own car and can cook amazing food. Who taught him all that? Me, i taught him...except the cooking, relationships and social places part. I taught him how to drive because we couldn't afford driving school with our money combined. So don't you dare say you know what it's like." I took a deep breath and walked over to the sink, opened a cabinet and grabbed a glass cup. I breathed in and filled the cup with water. "Chris, you can't be here..." I breathed out and stared at his eyes in which me and Weston inherited. He sighed "[Y/N]," again, he pronounced it wrong, "Weston and you were all i had—"
"I don't need an excuse, get out." I gestured towards the door. He hesitated then left.

God he's annoying. This wasn't the first time her tried to contact me physically. Now if you're wondering "well didn't you guys have a mom?" We didn't, me and Weston were genetically generated in a lab from my dad's sperm...DNA is a simpler term. From that I've been the dominant one between me and Weston. So his body froze for 2 years and mine kept growing to the point where i was born. We still grew like normal kids we just learned things differently. My brother is technically my twin but like i said, he got frozen during his womb growing time.