Pools of love (Gwenpool x male reader)

Side hustle

Y/n slides into the elevator so that he may descend to ground level, upon exiting The Empire State he takes a look at his surroundings. Masses of people filled the streets, all dressed like characters straight out of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. There was no question about it, he was in the 90's.

Y/n: Oh, great.

He takes himself for a stroll down the city, getting his bearings was an important task if he was to find the Professor. He had the idea to head to the harbour, getting a ferry to the larger state could lead him to the X-Mansion, easily his best shot at finding Charles. On his way: he passes a conspiracy theorist, standing atop a stack of milk crates.

Theorist: Captain America is still alive! He's frozen in the ice caps!

Further down the island he passed by a parked police car which was playing a radio show with a younger J. Jonah Jameson shouting his opinions over everyone else's.

J. Jonah Jameson: We cannot allow terrorist organisations like The Ten Rings run amok in the East! What we need is a next-gen soldier to wipe them out!

The cops laugh to themselves as they share fries in the car.

Jefferson Davis: Man, this guy is certified crazy.

Captain Stacy: Doesn't know Jack about what makes a real cop.

Y/n ignores the words about his future employer before he agrees with them. He works his way further to the docks but eventually falls victim to hunger. He had managed to retain all the cash he had on him before Wanda's eruption, meaning he could just about afford some food to go with the ferry journey. And he knew just where he wanted to eat.

Shopkeep: Welcome!

Y/n found it trippy, he hadn't been in the store since he and Gwen returned from Xandar. The shop was owned by a new tenant by that point, however, due to the wonders of time travel: Y/n is stood before the very same clerk he met the night Gwen barrelled into his life.

Shopkeep: What can I get you?

Y/n: Uhh, the number seventeen please. I'm starving.

Shopkeep: Perfect choice! Seventeen is very good for stomach.

The number seventeen was a glorious sub consisting of ham, cheese, lettuce and meatballs all wrapped up in six inches of Italian bread. Y/n pays the man and heads out, once out the doors: a little kid runs straight into him- the sandwich was luckily unharmed.

Woman: Sorry, little guy's full of energy. Say sorry.

Kid: I'm sorry, Aunt May.

Woman: Not to me! To the nice man.

Kid: Oh, sorry mister.

Y/n: Don't worry about it.

There was something familiar about that kid... never mind. After consuming the almighty lunch: Y/n boards the ferry and takes the boat journey to the larger state of New York. He stares out at The Statue of Liberty, yet another reminder of the deceased legend that was Steve Rogers. After departing the vessel he begins to walk down the roads, making his way to the X-Mansion. After a long trek: a car pulls up beside him.

Man: Need a ride?

Y/n: Uhh, yeah. Are you headed towards the X Mansion?

Man: Sorry?

Y/n: Right, time travel. Uhh, Charles Xavier's School For Gifted Youngsters.

Man: You're in luck, I'm headed there myself. Hop in.

Y/n joins the man as he climbs into the passenger's seat of his yellow convertible. The day was cloudless and the sun blanketed the area on a comforting warmth. Y/n had almost forgotten the seriousness of his mission.

Y/n: I'm Y/n, by the way.

Man: Nice to meet you, Y/n. You can call me Bishop.

The two men cruise on down the road to the calm music Bishop had on in the car. Eventually, they pull up on the gravel driveway of the X-Mansion and climb out of the car.

Bishop: So, what's your business here?

Y/n: I need to see Professor Xavier about something. Urgently.

Bishop: Damn. Well, good luck, man. I'm just here to do the gardening.

Y/n: You're a gardener?

Bishop: It's my side hustle.

The two part ways and Y/n makes his way towards the grand double doors that served as an introduction to the fine space. He impacts the door with a firm but polite knock and awaits an answer. A short while later: Y/n is greeted at the door by a pale, reserved figure.

???: Y/n L/n?

Y/n: Uhh, yeah.

???: Hank McCoy, the Professor's waiting for you inside.

Y/n steps in and follows Hank through the large interior of the X-Mansion. Despite being almost 30 years in the past, the decor of the hole showed little to no change.

Hank McCoy: Is there a problem?

Y/n: Problem? No, why?

Hank McCoy: You're staring at me.

It was hard not to, the tall blue beast Hank was destined to turn in to us currently cocooned inside a frail, spindly body.

Y/n: You umm... Charles tell you anything about me?

Hank McCoy: Just that you were from some place far away. What's your gift?

Y/n was not prepared for this question. He had done his research at the mansion during his stay, mutant-human relations were at an all time low. He struggles to find an answer which Hank perceives as a nervous breakdown.

Hank McCoy: Hey, it's alright. I'm a late bloomer too. Have no idea what I'm gonna be. Is that why you're here? To make something of yourself?

Y/n: Yeah... that's exactly why I'm here.

The two descend into the basement and the polished appearance of the manor gives way to a span of futuristic metal hallways, spearheaded by a giant circular door with the letter X slapped across it.

Y/n: Gee, I wonder where the Professor is.

The two pass through the automatic door and find Charles Xavier sitting in a bulky metal chair with a large dome-like helmet on his head. It completely obscured the top half of his face- leaving his nose and mouth visible.

Hank McCoy: Your guest is here, Professor.

Charles Xavier: Power down, Cerebro.

Charles looks over at the two and smiles.

Charles Xavier: Good afternoon, Y/n. Hank, I can take it from here.

Hank McCoy: Sure. Nice to meet you, Y/n.

Y/n: Yeah, you too...

McCoy leaves them to it as Y/n walks to stand beside the Professor.

Charles Xavier: Sorry, this room wasn't designed for multiple chairs.

Y/n: I can stand.

Y/n realises the unfortunate wording of his sentence but it seems almost as though the Professor doesn't even notice.

Charles Xavier: So, I hear the future is dark. I received a set of instructions from my counterpart, a list of people we need to help us on our mission.

Y/n: How many?

Charles Xavier: Including the two of us? Five. Assuming you're up for this.

Y/n: It's not my strong suit but the whole world's on the line. I'll do my best.

Charles Xavier: That's what I like to hear. Come, our first man is right back  in the city.

Y/n steps aside, preparing for Charles' chair to spin. It comes to his shock however, when Charles stands and begins to walk towards the door.

Charles Xavier: Aren't you coming?