Pools of love (Gwenpool x male reader)

Hero moment

Wasp walks a saddened Gwen down the streets of Paris. They eventually come to a stop outside an abandoned house. The roof had fallen in and one of the walls had been demolished. Gwen walks up the to front door but is halted by Wasp's arm.

Wasp: Uh uh.

She leads her to the back of the house where there stood a flowerless garden. In fact: it was so barren there wasn't even any grass.

Gwen: What are we doing?

Wasp: Sorry about this, the first time is always disorienting.

She forcefully pats a red-centred disc onto Gwen's chest, causing her to shrink at a near instant speed. Wasp clicks a button on her own thumb and joins Gwen at her insect stature.

Gwen: That feels... so much worse than you'd think.

Wasp: Like I said, first time always sucks. See that pocket of earth?

Hope points to a hole in the soil small enough for things their size to crawl through, though to them it seemed as large as a train tunnel. They wander through and eventually come to an enormous hollowed point the size of field.

Gwen: Woah...

Another disc is slapped onto her and she grows back to normal size with Wasp quickly following suit. Upon closer inspection: the hollow section of the soil was a small room set up like a base of operations. LED lights kept the area visible as photos of Ghost were hung on one of the dirt walls.

Gwen: Where's your partner?

Wasp: I sent him a text telling him to go back to your rental place just in case Y/n goes back there. Can I get you something in the meantime? You look pretty disheveled.

Gwen's hair was frizzy in places and she was covered in dirt. There was someone in a worse condition however. Said person woke up in their rental home's basement tied to the very same chair someone had been in very recently.

Y/n: Woah, déjà vu.

A cold laugh emanates from the darkness, it is quickly brought into the light by the figure of Mexican knock off Deadpool.

Y/n: This feels very personal.

Masacre: Tranquilo, infante.

Masacre winds up a strike and smacks Y/n in his left kneecap with his baseball bat. Y/n cries out in pain -his own spit catching in his throat- making him wheeze. He was already beyond his usual pain threshold, though his leg was not seriously damaged.

Masacre: Do not waste all your screams on the first blow.

Y/n's left leg is struck once again at the bat is brought down upon his thigh. It did not hurt as much as the first blow, however the increased area of pain only further detrimented Y/n's physical and mental health.

Masacre: And now: for the grand finale...

He removes one of his wrist guards and wraps it around the bat, creating a sort of stabbing tool as rusty nails now accentuated the weapon. Masacre lines up the shot so that the lethal weapon would connect with Y/n's testicles upon swinging. It does not take Y/n long to notice.

Y/n: Oh, hey man. Please don't. I need those.

Masacre brings down the pain. However, before he can strike: something minuscule from between his legs grows to full man size as a costumed hero punches Masacre in the jaw and knocks him onto his back. The new player turns to Y/n.

Ant-Man: Hi! My name's Scott. I'm gonna untie you now.

Scott unties Y/n right (and currently unharmed) leg. Masacre gets back on his feet and charges for the hero but a quick kick to the stomach downs him once again as Lang manages to untie Y/n's other leg.

Y/n: I don't think I can stand.

Ant-Man: That's cool, I can hold you up.

Speaking of standing: Masacre makes his last stand after Scott unties the first of Y/n's two arms.

Ant-Man: You think you can handle your other arm? I'm feeling a hero moment coming up.

Y/n nods and Lang turns to the Mexican malevolent. Masacre takes a swing towards Ant-Man but the tiny titan shrinks beneath the attack. He then grows back to full size behind Masacre and strikes him in the neck. He follows this up with a kick to the backside which down him once again.

Ant-Man: Yes! Douchebag downed!

Y/n manages to untie himself and slumps to the ground.

Y/n: Ow.

Ant-Man: I'll help you up in a second, I gotta deal with that guy first.

Scott kicks Masacre in the head to make sure he's out for good. He later returns with a small glass jar.

Y/n: What's that for?

Scott uses one of the previously seen red discs to shrink Masacre and follows this up by sealing him in the jar.

Y/n: That's cold. But in the other hand: fuck him.

Ant-Man: Pretty much. Alright, let's get you out of here.

Elsewhere, Gwen sips tea in Wasp's underground dirt bunker. She has somewhat calmed down but is not completely okay. Wasp sits reading her case files until two figures materialise into the room.

Y/n: That... sucked.

Ant-Man: Yeah, the first time always does.

Gwen: Y/N!

The two embrace in the dingy lair with the shrinking superstars watching them rather awkwardly.

Y/n: I'm sorry if I scared you.

Gwen: Oh, Y/n. It's okay. I'm so sorry.

Y/n: It's not your fault, I overreacted. And if by some chance it is Fisk... I'll bring him in myself.

Wasp: And just how are we going to do that?

Ant-Man: That, Hope... is where Y/n and I come in.

Scott produces the jar from earlier that contains Masacre. The four crowd around it.

Gwen: You hear me in there? You tell us where our gangster is. Now!

Masacre: Or what?

Gwen takes the jar from Lang and shakes it violently. Masacre's high pitch screams can be heard echoing from the object.

Gwen: Or that.

Masacre: Okay! I will tell you...

Elsewhere: one of the gangster's goons is on his back and moving as fast as he can away from someone.

Goon: Please! I told you where to find him? You don't have to-

Guillotine impales him with her sword, drawing his blood into the blade. She yanks her sword away and stares towards the full moon.

Guillotine: Your time approaches. My blade shall drink it's full, then perhaps I will not need to slay so many for a good while.

Illuminated by the moonlight: she applies her sword to her back sleeve and walks purposely to the staging grounds for the final battle.

Hey guys, Beans here. It is with a heavy heart that I must say that Pools of Love will no longer be receiving daily updates. I love writing this book but writing one chapter a day is becoming a detriment to my mental health. I intend to take a small hiatus and return on Sunday (yes, you'll be waiting for the arc finale). After my return there will be chapters every two days. I am deeply apologetic that I cannot meet the standards I have set. In the meantime during my hiatus: feel free to reread the book (pls dude don't make me lose number 1 in #Gwenpool 😭).