𝕷𝖊𝖌ă𝖙𝖚𝖗ă |Deadpool X Reader|

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Chapter One: A Day in the Life

The sun hung lazily in the afternoon sky, casting warm golden rays over the sprawling Avengers compound. Inside, the usual hum of activity filled the air—footsteps echoing through the halls, the soft clatter of tools in the workshop, and the distant sound of banter among friends.

Aria Rogers-Romanoff moved swiftly through the gym, her ponytail swaying in rhythm with her movements. She was sparring with her mother, Natasha Romanoff, who was as sharp and quick as ever. Despite Aria’s speed and agility, Natasha’s years of experience kept her just out of reach. Every time Aria lunged, Natasha countered effortlessly.

“Come on, Aria. Don’t hesitate,” Natasha urged, her tone firm but encouraging.

Aria gritted her teeth and launched a series of rapid strikes, trying to outmaneuver her mother. Natasha dodged each one with ease, and in a split second, she had Aria’s arm twisted behind her back, holding her in a gentle but firm grip.

“Always be thinking three steps ahead,” Natasha said softly, releasing her daughter with a small smile.

Aria nodded, catching her breath. “You make it look so easy.”

“That’s because I’ve been doing this for a long time,” Natasha replied. She ruffled Aria’s hair, a rare gesture of affection from the Black Widow. “You’re getting better every day, though. Soon, you’ll be able to keep up with me.”

“I doubt that,” Aria said with a laugh, but the compliment warmed her. She’d been training with Natasha for as long as she could remember, and though she’d never admit it, she longed to impress her mother. Natasha was everything Aria aspired to be—strong, independent, and fearless.

“Alright, that’s enough for today,” Natasha said, grabbing a towel and tossing one to Aria. “Go shower and meet us in the kitchen. Your dad’s making lunch.”

Aria smiled at the thought of her father in the kitchen, where he was far more comfortable than in the gym. “Is he making sandwiches again?”

“Probably. You know how he is,” Natasha replied, rolling her eyes playfully. “Can’t cook much, but he does make a mean sandwich.”

With a nod, Aria headed out of the gym, making her way to the showers. The compound was a maze of corridors and rooms, each one filled with memories. She passed by the lab, where Tony Stark’s voice drifted out, discussing some new piece of tech with Bruce Banner. Aria always enjoyed listening to their debates, even if she didn’t understand half of what they were saying.

As she entered her room, Aria’s gaze fell on the assortment of books, gadgets, and memorabilia that filled the shelves. A framed picture of her parents on their wedding day sat on her nightstand, along with a small figurine of Thor’s hammer, which Thor had given her when she was little. Next to it was a blueprint for a new piece of tech she and Tony had been working on—a small project, but one she was proud of.

After a quick shower, Aria changed into a fresh set of clothes—jeans and a comfortable t-shirt—before heading to the kitchen. The scent of freshly toasted bread greeted her as she entered, and she found her father, Steve Rogers, standing at the counter, carefully assembling a stack of sandwiches.

“Need any help?” Aria asked, sliding onto a stool at the island.

Steve looked up, smiling warmly at his daughter. “I think I’ve got it covered, but thanks.” He placed a plate of sandwiches in front of her. “How was training?”

“Mom’s still kicking my butt,” Aria replied, taking a bite of her sandwich. “But I’m getting better.”

“You’re already amazing,” Steve said, his voice full of pride. “But it’s good to keep pushing yourself.”

Just then, Tony Stark strolled into the kitchen, his usual swagger in full effect. “Ah, the Rogers-Romanoff clan, hard at work as always,” he teased, grabbing a sandwich from the plate. “You know, Aria, you’re always welcome to come work in the lab with me instead of letting Natasha beat you up.”

Aria grinned. “I’m not sure I’d survive in your lab, Tony. You’d probably have me assembling some crazy new armor.”

“Only the best for my favorite Avenger-in-training,” Tony quipped, taking a bite. “Seriously, though, if you ever get tired of the physical stuff, you know where to find me.”

“Thanks, Tony. I’ll keep that in mind,” Aria replied, appreciating the offer. Tony had always been like a cool uncle to her—always joking, but genuinely caring beneath his sarcasm.

Thor entered next, his booming laughter filling the kitchen. “What is this? A feast without me?” he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the sandwiches.

“There’s plenty, Thor,” Steve assured him, gesturing to the stack of sandwiches. “Help yourself.”

Thor did just that, grabbing three sandwiches at once and sitting down next to Aria. “And how is our young warrior today?” he asked, his tone as grand as always.

“Not quite ready to wield a hammer, but getting there,” Aria said with a smile.

“Good! You are strong, Aria, stronger than you know,” Thor replied, giving her a friendly nudge that almost knocked her off her stool.

Natasha joined them shortly after, and the group settled into a comfortable rhythm, the conversation light and filled with the warmth of family. Despite their extraordinary lives, moments like these were what Aria cherished most—the sense of belonging, the laughter, and the love that filled the room.

As they ate, Aria found herself thinking about how lucky she was to have such a unique family. She knew that being the daughter of two Avengers came with its challenges, but it also came with incredible support and endless opportunities to learn from the best.

And though she didn’t know what the future held, one thing was certain—whatever it was, she was ready for it.

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As the afternoon sun began to dip lower in the sky, Aria couldn’t help but feel content. Today was just another normal day, but for her, it was perfect. She was surrounded by people she loved, and that was all she really needed.