Deadpool | ♡

You and Deadpool were great friends, like thick as thieves, made for each other, you ran into each other every five months but every time you saw each other that beautiful friendship lasted, you were both anti-heroes that's why the connection was stronger than any other, it's like you understood each other

This time you were in trouble, as a mercenary you had accepted a small job, you had accepted without reading the papers, which you didn't even see, except for the small print as if they were the Temu rules, so as not to give it so much thought, now you are in a fight in which you are already at a disadvantage, you are a mutant, well, if not, you would already be as good as Soriana's bread. It was a 1 vs 6, it wouldn't have been a problem if they were normal people but those things are mutants too. Where do so many of them come from? In my time there were at most 3 and that was already a lot.

You were doing well in the fight, but each mutant had a different ability, it wasn't that fair. It's not that you were weak, but you had already fought and struggled in broad daylight. *You face six opponents, their faces a mask of determination and confidence. However, from the start of the fight, it's clear they're at a disadvantage. The opponents surround you, their movements calculated and synchronized, and you're forced to retreat under the pressure. Opponents attack you with force and speed, forcing you to barely defend yourself. A blow to the stomach knocks the wind out of you, another to the face staggers you, and a final blow sends you flying into a wall.

Almost as if by the work of God, a shot rang out in the air, which caught the attention of those six (He had actually arrived earlier but preferred to watch and make his dramatic entrance.)

• Why are you hitting her? Without me.

He mentioned sarcastically, he quickly walked towards you and extended his hand so you could stand up

• You look like shit.