Pools of love (Gwenpool x male reader)

Growing pains

Wasp, Guillotine, Y/n, Ant-Man and Gwen stride to the location loaned to them by Masacre who was still trapped inside Scott's jar. It was the twilight hour- the beginning of a brand new day.

Y/n: Hold on, when did Guillotine catch up to us?

Gwen: We had half a week to regroup when Beans was on his fucking vacation.

Guillotine: Vous êtes au-delà de l'aide.

Gwen: What does that mean?

Guillotine walks ahead of the others, not answering her query. They arrive at a seedy corner of Paris, a blinking street light illuminates a bar in bursts of orange.

Y/n: Shall we?

Ant-Man: Dressed like this? I think you and Gwen should handle this one.

Wasp: Nice try, Scott. We'll shrink down and join you, Guillotine: we'll call you if it gets ugly.

Jeanette nods. Scott and Hope shrink down and perch on Gwen and Y/n's shoulders respectively. Y/n takes the lead, entering the bar and settling at the table. There was live piano music playing and every single seat was taken except for the two they just stole.

Wasp: How are we playing this?

Y/n: Straight.

Y/n waves over the barkeep and asks her the burning question.

Y/n: Can I see Wilson Fisk, please?

Barkeep: Pardon?

Y/n: Wilson Fisk, I'm a friend of his. Could you tell him it's Y/n L/n?

As if in an old western movie: the pianist ends their routine at the mention of Y/n's name. Every single patron stops to look at Gwen and Y/n.

Y/n: Uhh, is that a problem?

Barkeep: You are a friend of the Avengers.

All patrons and staff are revealed to be hired muscle as every single one produces a handgun.

Wasp: Time to go.

Y/n and Gwen feel the miniature marvels hit them with more shrinking discs as all four become the same small size. They regroup under a stool. The gunners let off a few shots to reinforce the danger.

Ant-Man: That went well.

Y/n: I'm sorry, I don't recall anyone else offering their strategies.

Guillotine enters the vicinity and systematically begins killing all the attackers, using her small scraps of armour at the perfect time to deftest bullets. She uses La Fleur du Mal to remove limbs and heads alike from her opponents. Killing each of them, one by one. Once they decided it was safe: the others grow to their full stature.

Y/n: Still hate it.

Gwen: Absolutely, I don't know how you guys do it.

Wasp: Practice and neurofen.

Y/n wanders over to the barkeep who by some miracle was still alive.

Y/n: Could you tell me where your boss is, please?

Gwen: Did you just say please?

The barkeep whimpers, staring a Guillotine who returns the steely gaze as she wipes some flesh off of her blade. Y/n notices this and uses it to his advantage.

Y/n: Hey, you tell me and I'll make sure she doesn't hurt you. Okay?

The barkeep nods and points her finger towards a staircase.

Barkeep: S- staircase. Third floor...

The heroes leave the whimpering barkeep be as they ascend to the aforementioned third floor. A final glare from Guillotine triggers something inside the barkeep who runs with quite a pace away from the establishment.

Wasp: You ready for this, Y/n? If it's Fisk then-

Y/n: -I know. But if it isn't: you will never hear the end of it.

There was only one room on the third floor, a plaque next to the door read 'office'. The five take deep breaths and prepare for their fight. Scott throws a shrinking disc at the door that minimises it. On the other side was the gangster they had been chasing for so long- looking up in shock.

Y/n: YES! YOU DIDN'T BELIEVE ME!

Gwen: Oh, brother.

Joe Fixit: What the hell is going on?!

The gangster was Joe Fixit, a third identity of the shared body that belonged to Bruce Banner and The Hulk. He shared Hulk's stocky figure but with a grey colour. He also wore a black suit with a small purple flower in his lapel.

Joe Fixit: Who are you people?

Guillotine: We are justice.

She races towards Fixit and pierces her sword into his hide... or so she thought. It seems even La Fleur du Mal cannot pierce his flesh.

Guillotine: Quelle?

Fixit laughs and kicks her so hard she flies across the room and hits Ant-Man. Scott falls to the ground and some of his belongings fall off of his person. Fixit pulls out a large Tommy Gun that matches his size and begins to fire on the group.

Wasp: Get down!

Guillotine covers Y/n and Gwen with her armour and sword as Lang and Van Dyne shrink to avoid the bullets. Wasp reappears with two discs on hand. The first is a grow disc that she throws at Fixit. He grows massively- his head and shoulders shooting through the ceiling.

Y/n: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

She then throws a shrink disc that returns him to his normal size, however: his growth damages the floor above. This results in a large mass of rubble falling on top of him. The group has no idea whether or not he made it out alive.

Gwen: Jesus...

After a while: a hand shoots out of the rubble and grabs onto the ground. However, not one of grey. The hand was not large either, it was both human coloured and human sized. Y/n and Gwen throw rubble away and help the man out of the mess.

Bruce Banner: God, uhh... thanks. Whoever you are.

Y/n: We're friends of The Avengers, you must be Dr. Banner.

Bruce Banner: Uhh, hi.

Guillotine strides over but is stopped by Gwen who shakes her head no. Guillotine snarls but quickly gains a new target at the sound of laugher. It seems that one of the objects that fell off of Ant-Man was glass that held Masacre. He has obviously found access to a grow disc and had returned to his normal size.

Masacre: You cannot keep me down! I will cure the world of-

Guillotine chops his head clean off of his neck and watches it roll across the floor. The body stands on it's own for a while before it's knees buckle and it too falls. The others stare at Jeanette in shock as she leaves them, assumedly going home.

Ant-Man: Umm...

Gwen: Are you guys gonna take Banner?

Wasp: Uhh... yeah. Yeah, we'll...

They are all still rather shocked.

Wasp: What are you... gonna do?

Y/n: We...

Y/n looks to Gwen whom looks back.

Y/n: We have a vacation to finish.

The arc is finished with Y/n and Gwen having a picnic on the roof of their rental home as they watch the sunset. Gwen lasts around twenty seconds before pouncing on her boyfriend and kissing him blind, the camera pans up to the sky where a tiny little bug sized creature flies across the sky and into the distance.