Pools of love (Gwenpool x male reader)

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Kitty's eyes flicker open, she is laying on the the grass of the X-Mansion courtyard, the aftermath of the battle happening around her. Her gaze quickly flitters to Y/n who watches her, tears in his eyes.

Kitty Pryde: What are you crying for? I'm fine.

Y/n: Yeah...

She stands with his assistance, pressing further as to the origin of his sadness.

Kitty Pryde: Hey. What's wrong?

He turns to look to the Milano, the Guardians were stood with the X-Men, trying to impress them.

Rocket Raccoon: Yeah, this place is pretty cool I guess. But I mean, you go to the head of a dead celestial and you kinda realise how little your fancy house matters.

Logan growls at him. Kitty seems to get the gist and takes his hand with a tight grip, with this track record of disappearing on a regular basis; she was determined to keep him in her sights.

Kitty Pryde: Don't you dare!

Y/n: Kitty, I have to. You heard Guardian, the press knows I'm here. I won't put you or any of the mutants at risk.

Kitty Pryde: So you're gonna leave Earth and never come back?!

Y/n: It's not what I want. I don't want to leave you alone. I don't want to leave Jubes, or Kurt, or Rogue. But I don't want Charles getting blasted for harbouring a fugitive. That's why I have to go.

He kisses her forehead, then her lips. Attempting to calm her upset. Both parties are hesitant to let each other go, all too aware they would not embrace again.

Kitty Pryde: I love you.

Y/n: Kitty, I'll never forget you. I love you t-

Nebula: -Do you want to keep us waiting any longer, L/n?

Kitty lets go of her boyfriend's hands, kissing him one last time. She traces his cheek with her fingers, letting him walk away with a pained expression.

Rocket Raccoon: How ya been, Y/n?

Y/n stops briefly just as he was to enter the Milano, staring out at all the mutants that protected him.

Y/n: Excuse me, Guardian?

Guardian: What can I do for you, champ?

Y/n: When the media comes for this place, look after the people here. They're my home.

He smiles, patting Y/n on the shoulder. Canada's official superhero shares the view with his fellow human before solidifying his promise.

Guardian: No one's gonna touch them. You have my word.

Y/n: Thank you.

Y/n's eyes fall upon Charles Xavier. The two share a solemn nod as Y/n -literally- turns his back on Earth; the Milano closing up behind him with the scene fading to black.

TWO YEARS LATER...

Y/n is woken by the screech of his alarm clock. He slams it with his fist and rolls out of bed, checking himself in the mirror. His hair is shorter than his previous style and he has since grown a beard. As he dresses himself: a voice calls out for him through his door.

Drax: L/n! Rise!

Y/n: I'm up, Drax!

Drax: Join us in the cockpit, our descent is almost upon us.

He slots his energy rifle onto the holster sewn onto the back of his jacket. The weapon was stolen from the Nova Corps and had been purchased in a back-alley transaction by the Guardians shortly after they took Y/n in.