➳ Oh, Well Imagine Marvel➳ FINISHED

•Explain~Deadpool•

Bullets flew past you left and right as you dived behind a turned over car for safety. You held your broken arm to your chest as you caught your breath and faintly heard the laugh of your friend over the loud gun fire. Glancing through the broken window of the car you saw Deadpool pulling one of his katanas out of a guys throat. Just as you stood up to resume fighting, your phone rang in your pocket, blaring 'Who let the dogs out'.  Groaning you pulled out your phone and saw an  angry picture of Wolverine flashing across your screen. Honestly was it to much to ask for him to smile in a photo instead of glaring and wishing the device would explode?

"Hey Logan what's up?" You answered hoping he couldn't hear the gun fire.

"Where are you?" He asked unamused.

"Just...out. Buying groceries and stuff" You replied before a severed head flew past you.

"Heads up! Ha! Heads. See what I did there?!" Deadpool called before he started laughing at his own joke.

"Scott said you left for groceries 4 hours ago....Wait was that Wilson?!" Logan growled out.

"Pfft no. Why would I be with Deadpool when you and Scott specifically told me not to be anywhere near him?" You scoffed, playing innocent.

"Hey (Y/n)! Need a hand?!" Deadpool yelled holding up a severed hand, grinning behind his bloody mask. You resisted the urge to face-palm at the mercenary and heard the older man growl on the other end of the phone.

"Get your mutant ass back to his mansion before I personally drag it back" Logan warned as a man clad in black jumped onto the hood of the car you were behind.

"Gotta go Logan" You quickly said before you hung up on the mutant. The man pointed his gun at you and moved his finger to the trigger, ready to fire and kill. You quickly grabbed his ankle and send bolts of electricity surging through his body. The man began convulsing as his flesh slowly began to burn and smoke.

"Make sure he's well done! I dont like my bad guys raw!" Deadpool said seeing the man's flesh begin to redden. You let the man's ankle go and watched him drop to the ground before you ran out and resumed helping the Merc. Once all the men were taken care of Deadpool sheathed his katana's and put his hands on his hips.

"Well that went swimmingly" He said looking around at the massacre.

"I can see through you" You replied looking through a bullet hole in his shoulder.

"Son of a bitch. How many times am I going to have to repair this suit? Why cant bad guys just punch me? Is that so hard to ask? I know I'm amazing at sewing but damn there's only so much I can do before it gets less and less manly" He groaned looking down at the multiple bullet holes in his torso. You shrugged and kept your broken arm tight to your chest as you glanced around. Risking a look at your phone again you saw you had several new messages from Logan and one from Scott saying to text Logan back.

"Can you give me a ride back to the school? Logan's throwing a fit" You asked looking up at the taller man.

"Oh I'll give you a ride" He purred.

"Not that type of ride you pervert....Maybe later when my arm isn't broken and I dont have an angry mutant threatening to ground me" You rolled your eyes.

"Eh Wolvie will get over it. How about some chimichangas or tacos first? Killing baddies really makes me hungry" Deadpool replied.

"Sure" You nodded. After 3 attempts to hot-wire a car, you and Deadpool were on your way in the direction of Xavier's school. You arrived an hour later after a quick stop at a Del Taco, only to groan when you saw Logan standing on the porch with his arms folded across his chest and a pissed off look on his face.

"How big can his biceps get? I mean damn his biceps have biceps" Deadpool whistled as he stopped the car.

"You have a lot of explaining to do (Y/n). Leaving with one of our team I can understand. But with him of all people?! He could have gotten you killed" Logan growled as you got out of the car.

"Relax Wolvie I always have her home in time for curfew" Deadpool waved him off.

"This isn't the first time?!" Logan snapped.

"Wade!" You hissed at the Merc.

"Oh look at the time I have a Grey's Anatomy  marathon to start. Call me!" Deadpool said making a phone with his hand before he pressed his foot down on the accelerator and drove off. You slowly turned to a fuming Logan who pointed to the doors of the mansion.

"Ass. Inside. Now" He ordered.

"Can't Scott be my handler?" You whined trudging past him into the mansion.

"No. Now go see Jean then go to your room" Logan shook his head, following you into the school before slamming the door shut behind him.