Insert Hero: Deadpool (BNHA X Female Deadpool Reader)

Chapter 1

You sat upon the rooftops of a building, looking down at the group of men below you as you watched them interact with one another. You noticed someone staring as you looked up and saw the audience.

"Oh, hey! Let me give you a small info about what happened and why we're here. Two years has passed, we're now 17 years old. Blind Al allowed us to use her guns, she even has a rocket launcher but that will be a surprise tool that can help us later. And, last but not the least, we are hunting down Francis! The bastard wasn't in the facility when I went back for him. Not a single trace left behind. But I decided, that if we're going to find the boss, we need the info from his minions." you explained as you fixed the white mask to cover your identity and adjusted the goggles on your face.

Standing up and leaning closer to the edge of the rooftop, you puffed up your chest and looked up at the night sky.

"I am vengeance. I am the night. I am-- Oh crap, they're about to leave." you immediately cut yourself off as you watched the group of men begin to head out of the alley.

Jumping off the rooftop with a giggle, you felt adrenaline starting to flow through you. You noticed one of the man looking up to see you as your feet landed on his face, making him hit the wall beside him with a loud thud.

"Shit, that was supposed to be my chance at doing a superhero landing." you muttered to yourself as you stood up and noticed the rest of the men were aiming their guns at you.

"Excuse me, fine gents! Have you seen this man?" you asked the men as you showed them a stickman drawing of you and another man. The other man being named Francis with a sword being pierced through his ass, courtesy of you.

You noticed the men were looking at your drawing with a confused look on their faces. Was it because of your drawing and the poor handwriting? It's not your fault you dropped out of kindergarten and learned about most things from the internet.

"I take that as a no?" you questioned, breaking the silence when a bullet ran through your chest, knocking the wind out of you.

'Maybe I shouldn't wear white when I'm going to kill people like this. It's gonna be another difficult laundry day for me.' you thought to yourself as you looked at your wound, that was starting to regenerate, before turning your attention back to the people in front of you.

"Hard way it is then." you announced as you took out your two pistols and shot one of the men on their leg.

"Okay, raise your hand if you're the smartest out of the group. I'll let that guy live." you exclaimed as you watched most of the men raised their hands, except for the one you shot in the leg and the one you kicked to the wall. Shooting them both on the head and killing them, you counted the remaining men. Three men left, you were positive that you're right. You have to thank John from every math problem who always wants to take your apples. Hungry bastard.

You didn't have enough time to react when the men started to lunge at you, dancing around them and hitting them in the nose with your pistols. Jumping back when one of them tried to swing their knife at you, you shot the same guy on the chest before grabbing a hold of his arm.

"Oh god! He needs help!" you cried out as you twirled the bleeding man in your grasp and threw him towards his friends, laughing to yourself when you watched all of them fly back.

Putting away your pistols, you picked up the knife from the ground and made your way to the remaining men. Noticing the men trying to lift up the body of their dead comrade, who's body size is twice as theirs. Sitting on top of the corpse and adding more weight to crush the two men, you stared down at them as you twirled the knife in your hand.

"Tell me where your boss is.. and I might let you guys go." you stated as you glanced at both men.

"Fuck you." one of the men exclaimed.