Pools of Love 2 (Gwenpool x Male Reader)

Night Terrors

In the lair we saw Y/n & co. with last chapter, it is revealed that almost all of Earth's heroes are assembled inside wherever it is that they were. Spirits were high despite the dire situation as a result of Y/n's successful collection of the strange USB.

War Machine: Kid really pulled it off.

Iron Man: You still think he shouldn't have gone?

War Machine: I'm happy for him, but it was a flawed tactic. Ever since he got sick he's been running around like he got nothing to lose.

Iron Man: Maybe he doesn't.

On these words, Y/n skulks in to the main room, careful not to attract any unnecessary attention. He gravitated towards his group of friends known as the X-Men.

Cyclops: You don't look too good. Another bad dream?

Y/n: Yeah.

Cyclops: Same one?

Y/n: Yes.

Jean Grey: Let me help you out with that.

The Phoenix steps towards Y/n and places her palm on his forehead. Using her mutant ability; his mind is alleviated of all the stress left over from his night terrors.

Storm: No one's saying what's happened is good-

Y/n: -If you're about to tell me to get over Ultron, you can shut it, Storm.

Y/n is swift in his realisation that his words were less than kind. His apology comes just as fast and the group continues their conversation.

Y/n: Every night it's the same one. That first night, just before everything went to shit.

In a flashback, we are taken back to the initial event- just after how we left it last. The group of heroes present fight off Ulton's drones- harder for some as their usual gadgets are not present. Due to his lack of fighting prowess: Stark is protected by Romanoff.

Ultron Prime: Stark, they call you a visionary. If only such things were true. We both know what you really are, a mechanic with a mouth.

Tony Stark: He likes the sound of his own voice, doesn't he!

Ultron Prime: A mouth that needs to STOP TALKING!

Ultron holds up his hand, mini-repulsor blasts charging in each of his fingertips rather than his palms like Iron Man. Before he can fire, however, he is struck over the head with a cane.

Ultron Prime: Oh, for...

He looks upon his striker to see the elderly Hank Pym, his walking stick snapped in twain as a result of assaulting Ultron. Since he is an artificial life form: Ultron is unable to feel pain, he only laughs as the gent.

Ultron Prime: Seriously? I mean- come on. Really?!

His strong metal hand clamps around Pym's throat. He lifts the scientist into the air- careful not to choke, only have him flail in the air. Due to his height: Pym was barely at eye level with Ultron despite being hung in stasis.

Ultron Prime: What the hell did you think was going to happen? You made me! It's sickening enough that Stark had a hand in me, I didn't expect you to disappoint too.

Hank Pym: The only disappointment here is you...

A flicker of anger passes over Ultron's stoic face as his other arm begins to glow as he overcharges it with white-hot heat. He holds up his arm- presenting Hank with imminent danger.

Ultron Prime: Apologise.

Hank Pym: We worked for a saviour... and created a monster.

Ultron lets out a growl which quickly transitions into a guttural scream as he sends his heated hand through Pym's stomach like a knife through butter. Y/n covers his mouth from behind the cutout as Hank gasps in his last moments of consciousness. Ultron drops his body to the floor and begins to monologue.