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Standing on a roof of a skyscraper, I inch towards the edge with a grin. I mentally check myself again.
Parachute?
check.
Ready for this?
Check check check plus.
Before I have time to talk myself out of this I step off the edge and pull the ground towards me real fast. I feel the rush I've felt a thousand times over, but it never gets old as I see the ground racing towards me quickly and people stop to stare, thinking I had jumped. Then I reach for the cord and pull it, waiting in excitement to feel the jerk of slowing down and flying towards the ground. The flap opens but no chute comes out.
Slightly panicked, but more excited, I reach for the back up. It fails too."SHIT SHIT SHIT!" I cry out,"FUCKIN HELP ME!!" Only to be body slammed by a masked hero."fuck..." I groan in pain.
"if you think that hurt, wait until we crash into that window." He said almost like he had planned it for weeks. I feel the vigilante curl around me and we started spining, hurling into the glass of an old building and slamming into a mattress propped up against the wall as if it was placed there for this reason and landing on two other mattresses laying on the floor.
Once released, I examine myself, only minimal scraps and bruises. The human ball that protected me got it much worse. I see this one I look at him and see shards of glass protruding from his flesh."oh shit... you alright man?" I ask, kneeling down to help him pull the glass out.
He looks at me with a questionable expression behind the mask, but doesn't shy away."Spiderman fan?" he noticed the logo on my shirt.
"uh.. I like you better, Deadpool." I tell him, watching him light up at the fact that I recognized him."spiderman is cool, but nothing beats the Merc with the mouth."
"damn, and here I thought only SHIELD cared enough to remember my name." He commented.
I let out a laugh,"dude, I got your face tattooed on me, I think you're the coolest guy around."
"Can I see?" he asked, but made it more of his mission to see where I had put his face on my body.
I playfully slapped his hand away,"that's for later, Merc-y."
"oh, so its somewhere private." I could see the grin spread across his face,"please be your ass cuz it looks amazing in those jeans."
"you'll find out sooner or later. I'm not a cheap spider-ho." I said firmly, before laughing,"just kidding dude. I'd jump into bed with you in a heartbeat."
He looked perplexed to say the least, a if he didn't believe I would be so quick to fuck him because of his skin condition.
"Anyway, this your place?" he simply nodded."nice. rent must be non-existent."
"pretty much." Wade nodded again, watching me closely as I got up. I knew he didn't live in the best conditions but it was nice for the price, I bet. I turn back towards him and got the last shard out of his wounds.
"I should get going. someone's gotta take my dog out." I tell him.
"see ya then."
"I'll leave the light on for ya." I said, half-joking.
He chuckled,"oh, motel 6 hospitality. I love it."
I shook my head with a grin and left. Although I said it as a joke before, as I walked home, I felt it was more of a promise. This might get me in some serious trouble with the apartment management, but oh well. Once home I let Roxy, my pit bull, out onto the balcony where I had a small patch of grass for her to laze in and do her business. While watching her roll in the grass garden I wrote a note that stated," DEADPOOL IS WELCOME IN THIS APARTMENT", and in smaller font said that the sliding glass door would be left unlocked for him. I stuck it on the inside of the door and went back inside once Roxy was done. I smiled, as she brought one of her toys to me and I threw it down the hall for her.
I began mulling over what had happened so quickly. I had met /The Deadpool./ Like how often do you get to meet the Merc with a mouth, huh? I've seen Captain America twice, Iron Man, a.k.a the not so secret Tony Stark, dozens of times, and Spiderman more times than I can remember and once falsely saved by him while base jumping off the Hudson bridge with a group of buddies. Deadpool is a harder find. And hoo boy, I got 'em, hook, line, and sinker. I could feel my heart flutter a bit as I thought of the not so graceful way he snatched me out of the air. Which was alright with me, I'm not very graceful myself.
I hummed and put on one of my favorite pandora radio stations and then proceeded to strip my clothing off of myself as I walked to the bathroom. I sung along to the tune playing as I entered the bathroom and turned on the water. After today's thrills I could use a shower. Stepping inside and getting all warm from the water and such I ran my fingers through my dark hair, and suddenly heard Roxy barking. I peek out from behind the curtain,"Roxy! Roxy hush!" I commanded and she quieted down.
I go back to getting clean when I hear her claws clicking on the hardwood floor of the hallway. I'm now listening intently, I hear her panting and pouncing so I can only assume she's playing with her toy. I smile and shake my head at myself. So sill of me to think someone had entered my home, I hardly ever have anyone over and the only people besides myself that have a key to my place is my mother and the apartment managers. I go back to humming along with whatever is playing as I wash up. I faintly hear Roxy 'boofing' and still play with her toy, which made me happy. I love watching her play, and listening put me at ease. My mind wanders back to Wade Wilson. Should I have just invited him over? I should've at least offered him a chimmichanga on me. Oh well, I probably wouldn't run into him again for a while.
Would've been nice though. Maybe not for my apartment manager, but for me, it would've been pretty cool. I think it was for the best though, people who get tangled up with Deadpool too often, sometimes meet their end badly. I could ride the high of meeting him once for my whole life at least. That's always a plus.
"ah, so it's on your hip." came the merc's voice. I jumped and slipped and fell flat on my ass, holding my chest as my heart beat against my rib cage. "whoops, scared ya didn't I?" he went silent for a second before muttering something to himself.
"you're damn right you did!" I said, get up, even if I only stood at 5'2, I was going to hold my own against him."I could've hit my head!" I went off, but it didn't take long for me to realize who I was yelling at and what my current state of dress. My face went red, while his mask pulled around his mouth in a smile.
He chuckled,"oh wow, speechless. that's a new one."
"You don't even know my name and you've already seen me naked! son of a bitch." I said embarrassedly.
He tilted his head,"isn't that how drunk people do it at the clubs though?"
Even like this he could still crack a quip. I sighed,"but I'm not drunk. I mean, you might be, but I'm not. And we're not in a club. We're in my bathroom."
"true, but I'm making you blush." Wade pointed out, and it only made me turn a new shade of red.
I shut off the water and pull a towel around my waist, while staring at him. I can feel his eyes on my chest, probably looking at the two scars under my pecs. I didn't take it personally, lots of people seem surprised to see my surgery scars. I turned to go get clothes from my bedroom, all the while, I hear his boots against the wood following me. I chuckle to myself, perhaps he likes what he sees. I pull on some decorative boxers and sleep pants with a tank top."alright. you got to see where your face is on my body. now what?"
He opened his mouth and inhaled as he did, I cut him off before he could say a word,"and please don't say we have sex."
It took him a minute to think of something else, clearly that was what his mind was on,"well, how about take out?"
"I can order something for us I guess." I shrugged." Whatcha want?"
I didn't even have to ask, I already knew what he was going to say, but at least I could humor the option of choices. Once food was ordered, I settled down in the livingroom with a sigh, Deadpool was now in my house, every now and then muttering to himself about various things. I didn't mind, he almost looked like he was having a conversation with Roxy, as he was playing with her on the floor. I laughed quietly to myself, watching him. I was enjoying this to the fullest, to have Deadpool in my apartment and to be watching him play with my dog was kinda like leaving me awe-struck.
Food came, we ate, I did my best to keep my name from him but eventually it came out after him bugging me for an hour."fine! My name is Kris!"
"huh, pretty ordinary name." He commented.
"its short for Kris-Lee, now please stop bugging me about my name." I begged, laying on the floor dramatically. I guess he got the message and stopped asking me questions. Except for one I wasn't expecting to hear."so... You're trans?"
I stopped breathing for a second, I hadn't been asked that since I was on testosterone for a year. I sat up and looked at him,"y-yeah. I am. I'm transgender but its been a while since I've been asked that."
"oh."
"yeah..."