Pools of love (Gwenpool x male reader)

Don't steal the Mona Lisa!

Gwen rushes up the stairs to locate Guillotine, she finds the Frenchwoman staring out of a window towards the sunset.

Gwen: You okay?

Guillotine: La Fleur du Mal grows thirsty. I fear I will not be able to control her for much longer. Keeping Masacre alive is a danger to us all.

Gwen: Wouldn't that gangster fill Mrs. Stabby up a lot more?

Guillotine: It would, that is the sole reason I am putting up with this charade!

Gwen: Well, I think I might know who the gangster is.

Guillotine cocks her head and steps towards Gwen. She was certainly an intimidating figure- clocking in at at least a half-foot taller than Y/n's lover. Her fiery red hair fell in front of her cheeks as the her gaze tore into Gwen.

Guillotine: Tell me their name, idiote.

Gwen: Wilson Fisk- but please don't tell Y/n because they're friends and I'm really not su...

Guillotine marches straight past Gwen and walks purposefully down the stairs. She meets Y/n in the living room, he prepares to greet her but she raises the sword to his throat.

Guillotine: Dégénérer!

Y/n: Hey- what the hell?!

Guillotine: You are in league with Wilson Fisk! I misjudged you, menteur. You are no good man.

She withdraws and steps out the front door.

Guillotine: I will find him myself.

She leaves, Y/n attempts to go after her but is stopped by Gwen.

Gwen: Y/n, baby. It's not worth it. Hey, we don't need her. Okay?

She wraps her hands around his waist and hugs him from behind. Y/n feels her breath on the back of his neck as she leaves gentle kisses on the same spot.

Gwen: We're gonna take that madman and turn him in to the police.

Y/n: What about the gangster?

Gwen: We'll do that first, but in the meantime: I believe you promised me a trip to The Louvre.

She holds out her hand which Y/n kisses before taking.

Gwen: Well, bonjour to you too, hotness.

Cut to the two of them strolling through France- hand in hand. Eventually: they arrive at the gallery and pay their way inside. They both marvel at the works of art on display, Gwen taking a particular interest in the 'tasteful nudes'.

Gwen: Y/n, who's more attractive: me or her ?

Y/n: Uhh, you. Of course.

Gwen: Aww, thanks.

She kisses his cheek and they move to the next exhibit. They stand before the superhero exhibit, staring at a painting of Steve Rogers using his shield to block a mighty swing of the mighty Mjolnir. The hammer in question was being swung by The God of Thunder: Thor Odinson.

Y/n: You think we'll ever meet him?

Gwen: I don't know, we've met most people. We're waiting on Hulk, Thor, Black Widow... I can't think of any others.

Y/n: Yeah... the odds are in our favour.

Gwen hums in amusement as Y/n pulls her in to hug from behind.

Gwen: Aww, you big softie. I knew you liked me.

She leans her head back on his shoulder. He takes note of the pink highlights in her hair that she recently dyed.