Soulmate au
Soulmate au
Soulmate au
When a skilled but solitary eagle mutant sniper crosses paths with two unlikely soulmates. Deadpool, the chaotic mercenary, and Wolverine, the gruff yet unexpectedly tender warrior, his carefully guarded world is...
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"Soulmates aren't about being perfect for each other—they're about being perfectly impossible without each other."
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The hallway was eerily quiet, save for the faint hum of flickering fluorescent lights overhead. Deadpool strolled through the dimly lit corridors, humming the Jeopardy theme song to himself, his twin katanas dragging noisily across the concrete floor.
"You know," he said to no one in particular, "you'd think a top-secret villain hideout would have, I don't know, better lighting. How are we supposed to have dramatic fights if I can't even see my own shadow?"
The guard standing at the far end of the hall poked his head out from behind the corner, his confused expression lasting all of two seconds before a bullet from Deadpool's handgun took him down.
"Buh-bye!" Deadpool chirped, blowing imaginary smoke from the gun barrel. He shoved it back into its holster before pulling out one of his swords. "Now, who's next?"
Another guard rounded the corner, rifle at the ready. Wade darted forward, closing the distance faster than the poor guy could process. A smooth arc of silver and the sword cut cleanly through the man's weapon—and then his torso.
"Oopsie," He said, stepping over the collapsing body. "That one's on you, buddy. Always double-check the perimeter. Basic mercenary rule number one."
The guards further down the hall finally seemed to catch on. Three of them emerged from a nearby room, yelling something about intruders. Wade barely glanced at them before tossing a grenade in their direction.
"Catch!" he called out.
The explosion shook the floor, sending smoke and debris scattering everywhere. When it cleared, Wade was standing in the wreckage, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Seriously? That's it?" he muttered, gesturing at the unconscious bodies. "C'mon, guys. I shaved my legs for this."
As if on cue, a door creaked open behind him. Wade turned to find a particularly large guard, bald, mean-looking, and armed with what appeared to be an actual machete.
"Ooh, finally, someone with a little flair!" Deadpool said, clapping his hands together. "Come on, big guy. Let's make this interesting."
The guard didn't respond, charging forward with a guttural yell. Wade sidestepped easily, letting the machete slam into the wall behind him. Before the guard could recover, Wade spun, his katana slicing through the man's arm.
"Hey! Pro tip!" Deadpool said as the guard dropped to his knees, clutching his stump. "Never bring a machete to a katana fight. That's just embarrassing."
