My Merc. (deadpool x reader)

?Chapter 12?

"Voila! Breakfast of champions!" he declared, presenting the plate like it was a trophy. You dug in, the flavors hitting you just right, making everything feel a little more manageable. "This is amazing. You've outdone yourself, chef."

"Just wait until you taste my 'mystery syrup.'" He winked, pouring a questionable-looking concoction over the pancakes. "It's got a little kick to it."

You raised an eyebrow but took a cautious bite. The taste was surprisingly delightful, a mix of sweet and spicy that made you chuckle. "Okay, okay, not bad at all. You might actually have a future in cooking after all."

"Thanks! I'm definitely the next Gordon Ramsay, just with more scars and less yelling at children," he joked, his laughter filling the kitchen as you both dug into breakfast.

As you enjoyed the moment, a thought crept into your mind. If only things could stay this simple. But you knew that after breakfast, reality would come rushing back. You'd have to confront Francis again, face whatever demons awaited you, and figure out a way to take control of your life once and for all.

But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the pancakes and the chaos that was Wade Wilson. Because, in this moment, everything felt just right.

"we should save some for Tod...although he doesn't eat much..." you say, not to wade, more to yourself. 

You continued eating, savoring the pancakes while Wade's curiosity simmered. He stared at you, waiting for an explanation, clearly perplexed.

"Seriously, who's Tod?" he pressed, leaning over the table with exaggerated interest. "Is he one of your secret friends? Is he the one who told you to lick Colossus's hand? Because that is a questionable friend choice."

You couldn't help but laugh at his antics. "No, Tod is just... Tod," you said, waving your fork dismissively. "He's my imaginary friend, okay? We go way back."

Wade blinked at you, processing the information. "Imaginary? So, you're telling me that you've been having full-on conversations with a figment of your imagination? You're not just a little crazy; you're like a full-blown mental gymnastic champion!" He grinned, clearly amused by the idea.

"Hey, he's not just any imaginary friend," you defended, crossing your arms. "He's supportive, always listens, and gives great advice!"

"Advice from Tod? What does he say? 'Don't forget to brush your teeth, or the tooth fairy will kick your ass?'" Wade joked, snickering at his own punchline.

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your smile. "Well, it's more like he helps me with my plans to take down Francis. He's great for brainstorming ideas!"

"Wow, Tod must be really smart. Maybe I should have a sit-down with him," Wade replied, raising an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the banter. "I could use a partner to help me with my life choices. I mean, look where I ended up! I'm stuck in a rundown house making pancakes and talking about imaginary friends."

"Excuse me, but this rundown house has character! And we have pancakes! Plus, I'd argue you're the one who chose to be a mercenary instead of a superhero, so don't blame me for your life decisions!" you countered playfully.

"Touché, but it's not too late for a career change! Maybe I'll start a culinary channel. 'Cooking with Deadpool: The Boring Kitchen Adventure!'" He waved his hands around dramatically, mimicking a cooking show host again, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Honestly, with your cooking skills, you'd probably get a reality show on some obscure network," you teased. "Right next to 'Tod and His Wonderful World.'"Wade gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Oh, the betrayal! I thought we were in this together. I thought we were the dynamic duo! Now I'm just second fiddle to an imaginary friend named Tod?"

You shrugged with a smirk. "It's not my fault he doesn't have a gory backstory or an obsession with killing. He's just chill and supportive."

"Yeah, because that's exactly what the world needs: a supportive imaginary friend to help you through your life of crime-fighting and pancakes." He sighed dramatically, pretending to be deep in thought. "I guess I'll have to start being more supportive too. 'Hey, Y/n, nice job almost getting killed yesterday! You totally nailed it!'"

You couldn't help but laugh again, the humor lightening the mood. "See? You're getting the hang of it! You can totally be Tod's sidekick."

"Sweet! I'm Sidekick Wade, here to support Y/n in her imaginary ventures!" He threw his arms out in a dramatic fashion. "Together, we'll take over the world! Or at least the breakfast table."

You shook your head, still laughing. "Alright, alright, Sidekick Wade. But let's not forget we still have to deal with Francis. After breakfast, we need to come up with a real plan."

"Right, the evil ex-boyfriend agenda!" Wade nodded, grabbing a pancake and taking a huge bite, trying to look serious despite the crumbs flying everywhere. "But first, let's finish these pancakes. They're the real priority here."

You smiled, feeling a warm sense of camaraderie wash over you as you both finished your breakfast, the laughter and playful banter easing the tension of the looming challenges ahead. You knew you could face whatever came next as long as you had Wade—imaginary friends and all—by your side.