Bleeding Love → Sebastian Stan

happy anniversary

I HAVE SPENT THE LAST SEVEN HOURS WRITING THIS. IT'S REALLY LONG, BUT PLEASE DON'T SKIP THROUGH IT BECAUSE I SPENT HOURS COMING UP WITH THE CONTENTS OF THIS CHAPTER

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REYNA SAT QUIETLY at her table inside Bolzano Restaurant. Every once and a while she would take a small bite of her food or a small sip of her drink, but other than that she remained still, only twirling her fettuccine noodles around her fork as they grew colder. She was alone, just as she had expected she would be, but she couldn't get over just how much it hurt. It was her wedding anniversary, and rather than spending it with her husband as she should have been, she was spending it alone with a bowl of shrimp fettuccine, a salad, some breadsticks, and occasionally, her tears.

She couldn't help but feel a bit nostalgic, though, as she sat soundly in her seat. It had been so many years since she had been back home, and it had been even longer that she had sat down at one of the multiple restaurants there was in the relatively small city of Congers, New York. She had forgotten just how at home she felt being in the city. The residents, all of whom still looked familiar to Reyna in some way or another, welcomed her with arms wide open. They didn't treat her like the celebrity she was; no one asked her for pictures or autographs, and if they did speak to her it was just a normal conversation. They allowed her the escape she needed from that part of her life, and it was because of that she managed to find some comfort among everything that had been happening as of lately. She just wished it was enough.

"Reyna," a voice sounded, removing the blonde from her thoughts.

She looked up from her plate to find her waitress, a younger girl she could remember seeing around her school from time to time.

"Do you want a box or something? You haven't eaten any of your food," the girl spoke quietly and almost sympathetically. She wasn't the only one of the workers who could tell Reyna wasn't exactly in the best mood. Her green eyes were sad, and throughout the hour and a half she had been there, the workers had noticed quite a few tears escape her eyes. It was a sad sight to see, and though they all had some idea as to why she was so upset, they didn't exactly want to believe their ideas could be true.

Reyna gave a small smile and nodded, pushing her plate a few inches away from her. The waitress then smiled and scurried off to retrieve a box for her, but before she could return, the entrance door to the restaurant was opening, stopping several workers and customers in their paths. Reyna didn't care enough to look up, so her focus remained on the surface of the unfinished glass of tea she was currently swiping with her finger.

"Oh, breadsticks," Reyna heard a familiar voice say. "Don't mind if I do."

She looked up from her glass to find not only one, but two figures now in front of her. What she saw was nowhere near close to being what she expected to see, and even as she continued sifting through her mind for some reasonable explanation as to why she was seeing what she was seeing, she couldn't find one.

"Ryan? Tom?" Reyna asked with disbelief in her voice.

"Ah, ah, ah," Ryan spoke as he sat down in front of her and grabbed a breadstick, waving his gloved finger in front of her face. "The name is Pool—Deadpool. This one here is my good friend and vigilante, Pete."

Tom let out a sigh. "My name is Peter. How many more times do we have to go through this?"

Reyna nearly choked on the air in her lungs due to the amount of shock and surprise she was in. The two men were very much in character, but Reyna couldn't figure out why. All she knew was that she was thoroughly freaked out by the fact of it.