Pools of Love 2 (Gwenpool x Male Reader)

Ultimate Peace

A drum roll sounds as soft orange lights bathe a large, ornate theatre. Ordinary people bustle into seats as spotlights circle the red velvet curtain.

Scotton: Can't believe we got front row seats.

Sai: They always try to butter up the critics...

Orchestral music sounds as a woman in a sparkly pink dress speedwalks onto the stage.

Gwen Poole: Good evening, everyone! Are we all excited for the sequel?

All that is heard is a distant cough somewhere between the twentieth and thirtieth row. Gwen sighs and rolls her eyes in a display of sarcasm before addressing the large curtain behind her.

Gwen Poole: Well, everyone tighten their butts, hold onto their nuts-

Squirrel girl (sitting in one of the VIP boxes) spits out a mouthful of acorns in shock of the vulgar expression.

Gwen Poole: -And get ready to enjoy: Pools of Love 2!

Applause sounds as Gwen struts offstage, blowing a kiss as the curtains draws apart and we become fully immersed in the presented story.

Reporter: Good morning, New York. This is Mary Jane Watson. A sad day for us as we mourn the loss of Nobel Prize winning astrophysicist Jane Foster.

New York is overcast, harsh rain beating down upon the city streets as local residents run to dry spots, protected by coats and umbrellas.

Reporter: A private vigil is being held for the short-term superhero by her allies. In brighter news: Tony Stark and Hank Pym are expected to unveil a revolutionary new system with the intention to broker world safety later today at the 58th annual Stark Expo.

The funeral is vastly populated with various superheroes. Those that protect their identities wear basic black face masks over their suits or dresses. Almost every single superhero on the island is there... apart from five.

Gwenpool: This is nice.

At a nearby dojo: Gwen practices tai chi with Iron Fist. The two move in relative unison, Gwen's movements slightly behind Rand's. Despite keeping their masks on: the pair has traded their usual outfits for yoga wear that reflects their heroic colour schemes.

Iron Fist: Allow yourself to exist within the moment. Past and future are irrelevant. Accept your place in the universe and you will know peace.

Gwenpool: Do you really believe all this spiritual crap?

Iron Fist: Yes.

The two eventually finish up, Danny grabbing Gwen a towel to wipe the sweat from the exposed parts of her body.

Iron Fist: May I ask you something?

Gwenpool: Yeah, sure.

Iron Fist: Why do you choose to be here, rather than Jane Foster's funeral? You have met, have you not?

Gwenpool: I don't know, I guess I thought it'd be awkward.

Iron Fist: Awkward?

Gwenpool: Yeah, I mean... you know, Y/n would probably be there.

Iron Fist: Is this an issue? You are still friends, correct?

Gwenpool: Oh yeah, totally. We're just in a weird place, I don't wanna add any unnecessary tension.

Iron Fist: A word to the wise, Gwenpool: humans tend to focus on our own flaws more than others notice. If anything, Y/n would probably appreciate your presence right about now.