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Pov Nobody
In a dimly lit corner of a bustling New York City bar, Deadpool found himself surprisingly nervous. Well, as nervous as Deadpool could get, which mostly translated into incessant chatter and an overwhelming urge to crack jokes, especially of the risqué variety.
Y/n, a striking individual who had caught Deadpool's eye with a mixture of curiosity and amusement, sat across from him. She was listening with a mix of amusement and incredulity as Deadpool launched into his trademark humor.
"So, Y/n, you know what my superpower is, right?" Deadpool leaned in, his masked face barely containing the mischievous glint in his eye.
Y/n raised an eyebrow. "I'm almost afraid to ask..."
Deadpool grinned widely. "I have a superhuman ability to make innuendos and puns. It's like a gift and a curse. Mostly a gift, though."
Y/n chuckled, unable to suppress a smile at Deadpool's unabashed enthusiasm. "Is that so? Should I be worried about where this conversation is going?"
"Only if you're allergic to laughter and bad jokes," Deadpool quipped, swirling his drink thoughtfully. "But seriously, Y/n, do you know why they call me Deadpool?"
Y/n shook her head, playing along. "I'm guessing it's not because you're a graceful swimmer."
Deadpool laughed, a hearty sound that drew curious glances from nearby tables. "You got that right! It's because of what happens when people hear my jokes. They're dead. From laughter. Or maybe just cringing. Hard to tell sometimes."
Y/n couldn't help but laugh again. Deadpool's irreverent humor was surprisingly refreshing, albeit somewhat unexpected. "I have to admit, Deadpool, you're definitely unlike anyone I've ever met."
"Well, that's the nicest thing anyone's said to me today," Deadpool replied with mock sincerity, tapping his fingers on the table. "But seriously, Y/n, tell me about yourself. Do you have a favorite superhero? Or maybe a favorite joke? I've got a whole arsenal of them."
And so, amid the clinking of glasses and the murmur of other patrons, Deadpool continued to regale Y/n with a barrage of jokes, some more outrageous than others. Y/n found herself genuinely enjoying the banter, realizing that underneath Deadpool's irreverent exterior was someone who was simply eager to connect, albeit in his own unique way.
As the night wore on, Y/n found herself laughing more freely than she had in a long time, drawn in by Deadpool's infectious energy and irrepressible spirit. And amidst the humor and the chaos of the bar, something unexpected began to blossom—a genuine connection that neither of them had anticipated.
And so, in a city where heroes and villains clashed daily, Deadpool found a different kind of adventure that night—one that began with jokes and laughter, but held the promise of something deeper and more meaningful than either of them could have imagined.
