Pools of love (Gwenpool x male reader)

Hit-Monkey

Y/n sat at a café table with Captain America, the general public could not take their eyes off of the star spangled man with a plan- but were being unusually respectful by leaving them alone. Y/n assumed it was because seeing superheroes in New York wasn't exactly uncommon. Y/n had a notepad out and was writing things in it. It was clear from this that he was conducting an interview.

Y/n: So, everyone knows the story. Scrawny kid takes super serum, turns into 1944's winner of sexiest man on Earth.

Captain America: How did you-

Y/n: -Point is: everyone knows what inspired you to fight then. But what inspired you to fight now?

Captain America: That's... a really good question. I don't think I've ever been asked that. When I woke from the ice, I got brought up to speed on all the things I'd missed. That included all the horrors. Then, I fought in a war. Today? I fight against the possibility of another one starting.

Y/n: Powerful words, you ever think about retirement?

Captain America: All the time. Maybe when my body starts to catch up with my age. But for now I'm here to stay.

Y/n: Well thank you Captain, that's all.

The two walks the streets of New York on their way back to Avengers Tower.

Y/n: Thanks for that by the way.

Captain America: Don't mention it, I'd take interviews over fighting supervillains any day.

Y/n: Fair enough.

They turn the corner and come across an extremely uncommon sight, a primate in a little suit.

Y/n: Is that a monkey?

Captain America: Y/n, get behind me.

The monkey stared blankly at them through it's sunglasses.

Y/n: Why? He's just a cute little fella.

Captain America: That's not a monkey, it's a Hit-Monkey.

Y/n: Hit-Monkey? What kind of dumbass name is Hit-

The Hit-Monkey pulls a glock and shoots Y/n right in the ankle, making him fall harshly.

Y/n: OH GOD!

The Hit-Monkey fires a few more shots but Captain America manages to defend Y/n with his shield. The Hit-Monkey attempts to jump over Rogers but he throws his shield and hits the animal in mid air. It throws a smoke bomb as it hits the ground and disappears. Steve looks around for it momentarily before running back to Y/n.

Captain America: Come on, stay with me, Y/n.

Y/n: I'm not dying you bastard!

Captain America: Ah, right.

Cut to Y/n in the Avengers Tower infirmary. He is joined by Rogers, Stark, Gwen, Spider-Man and Vision. Gwen holds Y/n's hand and strokes his fingers with her thumb.

Gwen: What are you doing about it?

Spider-Man: Well, being Avengers leaves us quite busy. But don't worry, we're taking this very seriously. I've got a few friends that aren't with The Avengers, absolute professionals. They'll look into it.

Gwen: I'm going too.

Captain America: Do what you want, you're freelance. Although Y/n has to stay here in the tower until his injury heals and we get to the bottom this.

Y/n: What? Why?

Vision: Y/n, if someone has ordered a Hit-Monkey on you then things are much more serious than they appear.

Tony Stark: Even if the name is totally ridiculous.

Gwen: But why would anyone want Y/n dead?

Captain America: Why don't you find out?

Gwen nods sternly and leaves the tower after a smile in Y/n's direction. Captain America and Spider-Man also leave to deal with other pressing matters, leaving just Stark, Y/n, and Vision.

Tony Stark: We had a look at your X-Rays. There's no chance of your ankle healing whatsoever. But...

Stark produces a small metal bead.

Tony Stark: We can use this.

Y/n: What is it?

Tony Stark: It's based off of a little something from the R&D department of Wakanda. It's nanotech, like my suit. We place it in the bullet hole in your ankle. It won't heal your bones, but it'll be a suitable replacement.

Vision: I will of course be performing the surgery.

Y/n: That's a relief.

Tony Stark: Hey. Anyway, we can't put you under any general anaesthetic because it tampers with what's in your bloodstream which confuses the bead. Luckily, that's not a problem when Vision's "partner" is around.

Wanda then enters the room and makes her way to Y/n.

Wanda Maximoff: Hey Y/n. Now, don't panic. I'm just going to make you sleep for a little bit.

Wanda places her hand to Y/n's forehead and red energy spouts out of it. He feels drowsy and the next thing he knows he's waking up several hours later, the sunlight gone from the windows. Vision is the only one still in the infirmary with him.

Y/n: Hey, Vision.

Vision: Hello. The procedure was successful. Everyone else has gone to bed, my lack of need to sleep permitted me to stay with you until you awoke.

Y/n: Uhh, thanks. How's the investigation going?

Vision: I wouldn't know, I am not part of it. Spider-Man has arranged for Ms. Poole to meet with two of his associates, that is all the information I have.

Y/n: I appreciate it. So what are you doing? Shouldn't you be on some big mission with the rest of the Avengers?

Vision: I nominated myself as your caretaker until you are free to leave, you are after all: my closest friend.

Y/n: Oh, well thank you Vision. That means a lot.

Vision: Of course. And whilst it is the middle of the night: starting tomorrow I am here to provide anything you may need to make your stay more comfortable.

Y/n: Really? Well, there is something you could do...

Gwenpool stands on the Brooklyn Bridge, where Spider-Man had told her his first associate was to meet her. She would not meet the other until tomorrow night, the bridge was empty- no civilians in sight. She looked out across the water and thought of Y/n. She was glad he was safe but she wished she'd have told him how she felt after their kiss on Halloween. It would clearly be a while until she had a chance to bring it up.

Gwenpool: Fucking Beans...

The patter of footsteps draws her attention to someone running atop the streetlights. They finish their course and land opposite Gwen.

???: Gwenpool, is it?

Gwenpool: What in the Netflix...