(Takes place after deadpool 3🫶)
Dp pov:
Ness... My world, my friends, it's all gone. I couldn't save them, and now their all dead, all except for me. All the thoughts rushed in, all while laying on the top of a railroad. I should be dead right now. If I couldn't save my own world or my friends, then why would I deserve live? They all deserved it more than me, even before all of this.
Well, not everyone is gone, I think to myself as I hear the train rushing down the rail, awaiting my "death." I limply look to the side as I also hear a faint voice. "Wade....WADE!" It got louder, and I finally see a tall muscular figure. "Logan," I questioned aloud to myself. Suddenly, as the sound of wheels on the rail and the whistle of a horn, I feel myself being yanked away, off the railroad, and into the short spiky grass, by a firm grip and strong power.
"What the hell!" I couldn't tell if it were me or him who said it as we spoke in unison. "What the hell do you mean?" Logan spoke in a harsh scratchy tone. "I'm the one who should be saying that," he huffed with a look more angry than usual. "What's the problem, sweetcheeks?" I say in my usual humorous tone, a wide smile plastered on my face, which only seems to anger him more. "It's not like I'm gonna die, plus we gotta give the people some entertainment." yea I'm talking about you guys :3 logans face showed more irritation as I continue on with joke after joke, but really, it's not a big deal. Nothing is going to actually happen to me.
"That's not an excuse to try and off yourself. What if something happened and you actually did die, or at the least get injured!" A bit of concern staining his angry tone. "Aww, you care about me after all , ya big softie." I said as he started to walk away, "as if, " he scoffed as he continued towards the place he's been hibernating in. Skipping around like a child past all the empty beer cans and garbage everywhere. What a dump am I right, guys. :) I watched as Logan sat on the bed, which seemed more like slightly falling. I followed him over and jumped onto the edge of the bed as he gave me a side eye look. "So wanna cuddle sweetie pie~?" I joked, blowing a kissy face at him. I heard an annoyed sound come from him as he lifted his arm up and yanked me over towards himself. I was surprised it actually took me off guard. I reached up to remove my mask as Logan put his arm around me, laying down. "Not. A. Word." He growled, his face turned the tiniest bit pink, almost invisible, but I saw it, I smiled into his arms as I realized he had already passed out. "Of course not wolvie.
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FanfictionWhat if deadpool didn't save his world? deadpool, who we all know can't die, is having a life crisis and a few mental breakdowns here and there. dying could be a lot harder than you think, especially for those who can't. Will a big wolverine come t...
