#1 STOPWATCH

Chapter 5

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Peter

Peter could tell Deadpool was trying to say something. He figured the guy didn't know how to say it based on the way he kept glancing Peter's way every once in a while. He also chose to ignore the way the man's hand twitched like he was going to reach out and take Peter's. Or maybe Peter was being harsh and the guy had meant to offer him a reasurring touch, but even if it was that he'd argue that Deadpool was the one that needed the reassurance.

The guy had a tendency to zone out, his emotions shifting like the ever-shifting waves of the ocean even if there was nothing but silence between them. Deadpool was unstable, and that was before Peter took into consideration the fact the guy talked to himself. Honestly, what was most strange about the talking was the nervous look the man would send his way after he noticed he was talking out loud.

Crazy was a certainty by this point, but the degree was something Peter was still trying to piece together as they walked down the sidewalk, food long since eaten. His soulmate was talking, discussing weird and fairly random topics. At the moment it was squirrels. Specifically, scary ones.

"Wait, what?" Peter asked stopping the Merc mid-ramble. He needed to silence the man so he could catch up on where this pretty one-sided conversation was going.

" It attacked a pigeon and then started chasing me. And I'll freely admit that I squealed in a not-so-manly manner. But if you ask anyone else, I ignored it." Deadpool said talking with wide hand gestures.

Peter raised an eyebrow before looking down at the cement underfoot. He wasn't sure about this. About this soulmate. It was weird enough that he felt uncomfortable. Not only could he not get any normal archnemesis, but he also had to have fucking weird soulmate... great. but he supposed all the crazies had to belong to someone.

" It was a scary squirrel. A Huge thing, like a small dog with beady little eyes that would such out your soul. It was almost as scary as a freaking cow. And I hate cows. Their stares are very disturbing. " Deadpool said with a little shiver.

Peter's soulmate was a Mercenary that was afraid of cows and big squirrels. . . Squirrels and cows of all things. Not snakes or Sharks, fucking cows. Peter sighed.

" Not to mention that cows are weird and not cute at all. They drool, constantly throw their food back up in their mouths to chew it again, smell because they aren't clean animals, and they attack people." The Anti-Hero continued somehow managing to give Peter a very serious look through the leather mask. "I know from firsthand experience."

" Are you sure it isn't just because you're wearing red?" Peter had to put effort into asking the question.

" Cows can't actually see red."

" Okay. Fine." Peter said holding his hands up in mock surrender though he personally had good relationships with cows. They were gentle and soft with big eyes and not to mention the cute little babies. That and they tasted wonderful when ground up and squished down into patties, grilled with butter, and put on a toasted bun with a good serving of pickles and ketchup. . . Peter had the heart to cringe. He never thought he'd think the words cute, babies, and ground up in the same thought without being tempted towards vegetarian tendencies.

But of course, Peter would be killed from such a diet.

And again Deadpool fell quiet, the air shifting with him as he became mute and emotionless. Maybe he was bipolar or something?

Or maybe. . . It had something to do with Deadpool being called insane. He hoped the man wasn't a mind reader, that would be Peter's thirteenth reason.