BAD IDEA ― deadpool & wolverine

TWO

CHAPTER TWO:
THE HOTTEST MAN IN
NEW YORK CITY

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KETTI TRIED TO FORGET MEETING DEADPOOL AND SPIDER-MAN.

But it didn't fucking work.

"Spider-Man?" Peter asked, grabbing a fray from their shared tray. "And Deadpool, you're serious?"

"Yeah," Ketti nodded, taking a handful herself. "And it could have been cool, right, like look at someone and be like "oh, I'd totally act cool if this happened to me" kind of thing but there was a human head thrown in my lap, babes."

"That sucks," Peter frowned. "You doing okay now?"

"Now?" Ketti scoffed. "Now, I wish I lived in bum-fuck nowhere where people don't bother me. And superhero's don't exist. Don't you feel like there's too many nowadays?"

Peter's head tilted curiously. "How d'ya mean?"

"I dunno," Ketti shrugged. "Spider-Man, Deadpool, Daredevil, that Frank Castle guy — he is so hot, Christ—"

"—You could do better than the Punisher—"

(She could, in fact, do far better than the Punisher. I could do better than the Punisher. No I couldn't. Is Logan better than the Punisher? That's debatable.)

"—He's still a huge smash."

"Ket, he kills people."

"So does Loki and someone has a crush on him."

"I told you that in confidence."

"You're not wrong," Ketti shrugged. "He's hot. Would smash."

"Since you met him, would you smash Deadpool?"

"No chance — who the fuck is that guy?" Ketti cut herself off, mouth falling open as a gift from God himself walked into the substation.

Dark hair, over 6', strong features, fucking calves that could crush her fucking head like a rock, a loose-fitting button up, jeans, boots, hair styled just slightly up at the top, and the arms.

Ohhhhh the fucking arms.

(Hard agree, his arms are magical.)

Peter looked back, eyes widening. "Uh, just some guy." He cleared his throat and went back to his burger.

Ketti noticed everyone else looking at the man too. Did he even notice? He had not to of —

"Oh, fuck me."

(Gladly, baby, give me a time and place. Or here and now. Whenever you want. Front or back? Where's Logan going?)

Ketti shrank down when fucking Deadpool walks into the cafe after him, chatting up a storm with the guy.

"Babycakes!"

Ketti let out a whine, sinking in her seat, pushing the tray of food to Peter.

Deadpool noticed her and walked straight over, the hot guy behind him grumbling but following.