Word Count: 596
Warnings: Come on guys, it's Deadpool.
Prompt: You were apart of the Avengers, being Steve's little sister and all and going through the same process as him. Today you guys had a meeting with some other crime fighters that weren't Avengers.
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Your POV
I sat in the conference room, twirling my pen around while sitting at the table. We were having a meeting with other heroes including Spider Man or Peter Parker, Stephen Strange and Deadpool or Wade Wilson.
But Wade was late.
So we all sat, waiting on the guy to show up. Steve was beside me and looked incredibly pissed. I was too. I can understand a few minutes, maybe even almost an hour. But it's been almost two hours.
Finally the door opened and in walked the red suited man. We all sighed in relief as he walked in. I guess he narrowed his eyes at us through his suit. "Oh, I'm sorry. It's not like I control this book. You can blame that authors of yours for me being late."
We looked at him confused as he sat down. Ooo! And guess where!
Me.
I rolled my eyes and straightened my papers as he spun around in the chair. Bucky and Clint were across from me and already looked as annoyed as I was. Steve stood up and started to talk. People would throw in some comments about the subjects while I just sat there.
I was listening in when all the sudden, a hand was on my thigh. "Might I say, these jeans do great things for your thighs. I wonder what your ass looks like in them." Deadpool said quietly.
Bucky glanced back at us and I silently shook my head, not wanting to cause a scene. Ever since I met Bucky back in the late twenties, he's always been like an older brother to me. He's always been protective just as much as Steve.
I picked up Wades hand and dropped it onto his lap. He slowly made a move to put it back on me when I leaned in and squeezed his hand, hard. "Put your hand on me again and I'll throw you out the window. Understand?" I whispered in his ear.
He nodded and I let go of his hand. He rubbed it while glaring at me. "You've got a fucking hard grip there. I mean, shit. That hurt like a bitch." He shook his head while I rolled my eyes. He then looked down at his crotch and then back at me. "And it seems to have given me a boner."
I pinched the bridge of my nose, just wanting to punch him out the window. He proceeded to scoot his chair closer to mine. "Look, you're really fucking hot. Like, so fucking hot. And I used to be really fucking hot before I got all these scars. I just think we should have sex. At least once. Just saying."
He put his hand back in your thigh while talking. You gave him a fake smile, grabbed his hand and broke it with one snap. I pulled his close and whispered, "Next time, I swear you'll go out the window."
He nodded and pulled back. I scooted my chair over while he silently cried about his hand. Bucky and Clint looked at me with me with smirks and I shrugged.
But just when I thought he had enough, he comes back. "So is that a no to sex."
And guess what.
Steve was interrupted by Wade Wilson flying out the window.
