Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

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Well since Happy Hoagie Fest wanted me to do this on my own ... Logan is not accompanying me. He's coming via rental car. And by rental I mean he stole it from outside of my apartment. God he's so supportive, especially after all of the begging I did last night for him to come. And for him to join me on this excursion. I still have a full day until he gets here so I've been scoping out miss green peace's last known address. She could desperately use a hoe. A gardening hoe you guys, get your mind out of the gutter. This little freak has plants fucking everywhere. It smells like dirt and daddy's money in here. I should probably leave and wait for her here tomorrow. It's not that I can't do it by myself, if that's what you're thinking, it's just .. way more titillating to do it with wolvey anyway. Do a little good cop bad cop. Maybe I'll bring her a fucking bonsai tree to butter her up.

Wades stream of constant yapping is cut short when he hears the key in the door. With no time to think of anything better he shimmies behind her curtains. The door swings open and the only sound in the house are her boots walking across the floor and the water dripping from her indoor greenhouse. The room was filled with this intoxicatingly sweet smell, like the most expensive bouquet anyone could ever buy.

"I can see your massive body behind my drapes, moron."

"While we're on the topic, do they match the carpet?" Wade asks still behind the curtain. He tilts his head to the side so he's exposing just the top half of his mask.

"They sent you? Huh. I really thought they were gonna pull out the big guns and send Loki."

Wade is speechless for a beat (how nice for us). Not only was she completely indifferent that he was there, she was the kind of stunning that made all of his blood rush to his head. And to his cock. It caught him completely off guard. He was expecting some science geek with anger issues not this.

"I didn't know Deathpool was even an avenger. They're kind of moving in the wrong direction if they want to dazzle me into saying yes with A list
heroes."

"Well, that's actually a funny- wait. Did you say Deathpool?"
She nods at him, confusion on her face.
"It's Deadpool. If you're going to insult my status at least get my name right." He makes his way out from against the window. As his size fills her living room, she can't help but take in the sight of this masked man with weapons all over his body.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings." She speaks to him now like he's a toddler. "But you might as well just go back to the company jet. I'm not interested in-"

"They let everyone else use the jet? FUCK that. I had to sit next an ancient hag who smelled like baked beans. Look I'm not Steve Roger's, I'm at the end of my rope trying to change for the better. You're the golden ticket and I'm Charlie. So you can either come with me now or.." He reaches for the katanas strapped to his back.

"Before you do that, take a quick look around at where we are. I'm sure they filled you in on what it is I do. Every square inch of this place has ammunition for me to completely fuck you up." Her delivery was matter of fact, but the cadence of her voice was so sweet. For a second, Wade considered if she was flirting with him.

"Yes baby, you make the pretty pink flowers grow."

He grabs his katanas, ignoring her warning. She gives him a half smile and flicks her wrist ever so slightly. A thick green vine covered in thorns snakes its way up Wades body until he falls to the floor with a wall rattling thud. After a few moments of struggling he goes completely limp. Whether it be from the venom or the lack of oxygen, she doesn't particularly care. She notices him again, this time really scanning over his full figure. As much as she'd like to be revolted by it, him calling her baby did make her feel like she wanted to ride him right there in her living room. On the couch, the floor, the island in the kitchen, pressed up against the window for the whole street to see. She had to shake off the mental image once it started to make her core ache a little.

"Pretty pink flowers," she scoffed. He had insulted and belittled her gift. Patronized her purpose. Any and all fluttery feelings melted away into anger, an emotion she's much more comfortable with having towards him. He'd be awake in about an hour so she had some time before she had to decide what to do with him.