Reader X Avengers - A Collection of One shots

Having a good talk with a friend

For the eighteenth hundred time you sighed in your sofa, the pillows around burying you underneath. It was a quiet day, no noise and no one to disturb you other than the occasional greetings you receive from your friends at the door. They knew better than to disturb you in your leisure time, no one even dared to call you to interrupt.

Perhaps I was a bit too rash with the warning I gave them. You thought as you readjusted your position in the soft sofa and pillows. Nah. You thought again. They're just being over sensitive over me being rude to them about them being rude to me.

You watched the sunset from your large window and enjoyed the cool air that brushed against your skin. It was only as peaceful as it could get from the outskirts of New York City. And you were glad that you had chosen to live in such a place. You had easy access to almost everything you would need from your home: the hospital, your office (work place), the library, transportation, food, and more. The only thing you needed to worry about was the traffic. You could walk, you wouldn't mind, but the stress of being on time always came through your thoughts.

Closing your eyes, you focused on the occasional noise your room mates and friends made from downstairs and in their rooms. There was the faint noise of the television turning on and the news' anchorman's voice reporting about another day saved by New York's famous heroes. Sighing again, you turned your own tv on and began to watch the same channel. Before you could sink deeper into your comfort a tap on the glass was heard and you faced it almost immediately. Something told you that it was your old friend coming to annoy you... again.

"Hey (y/n)! Yoo hoo~" The man wearing a read and black mask sang. Deadpool. You thought as you kept watching him. "Hey c'mmon, don't look at me like that. I only get to visit you three to five times a week." He stepped in, and sat right beside you removing his mask and laying half his weight on you, watching tv. You glared at him but responded with only a shrugged. Annoying.

"What are you doing here... again?" You ask, nudging him so he could ease his weight off a bit. Thankfully, he did and when he did, he took it as a chance to snatch the remote from you.

"Just thought that it would be a good time to be with my good friend, (y/n)." He smiles, his burnt and stained skin stretches as he did so. Despite him being ugly because of his skin, he still had some of his attractive features such as his strong jaw, high cheek bones, and aristocratic nose.

"Ever thought of bothering your girlfriend instead?" You ask bluntly leaning back and watching spongebob.

"Yeah, but she said not to disturb her while she worked. It drives the customers away. I wonder why." He says, sounding like he didn't actually know.

"I wonder that too, myself." You muttered. Humor, clearly heard from my voice.

"You know you should show more emotion on your face. It makes people trust you more. It gives them reassurance that they're not talking to a robot." Deadpool says as he reaches for your face then stretches it. You glared at him, but he refused to stop stretching and pinching your cheeks.

"You say that but clearly you trust me despite my lack of showing emotions." You slap his hands away.

"True, maybe even more than I should. Then again I'm not just any person." He reasons. It's true that you never do show that much emotion or a reaction, you usually show them to the people you're close with rather than to the people who feel like they're close to you. You thought that it's better to look neutral at all costs so as not to offend anyone. You wouldn't really know if you're talking to anyone who's sensitive. Better to be safe than sorry.

Deadpool was somewhat a sensitive person, obviously. But that never stopped him from being sarcastic and humorous. Even while he was killing someone, he was still himself. Never took shit from anyone about him being him. A trait you looked up to. He accepted you despite being monotone and serious around him. And even accepted your dry yet offending humor even though it was just you being honest. It was refreshing to know that there is someone who understands you and sees you at the same level.

"Deadpool?" You ask. It was already 11:30 pm, the both of you had eaten dinner and talked for the rest of the night until one of you had fallen asleep. The one being Deadpool. "Hey, Deadpool." You poked his face making him mutter in his sleep about eating a human sized chimichanga. You left him to sleep on your sofa as you freshened up for bed. Entering the room, you saw he was asleep. You turned off the tv and pulled the covers over him. He was still muttering nonsense, so you ignored it.

"(Y/n)... Don't eat my food." He mutters, catching you off guard and a smile break out of your neutral facade.

"Good night, Deadpool." You said as you got comfortable in your bed.

The night was peaceful as you both had slept. There was only a few things for you to worry about the next day but Deadpool had a lot to worry, one of which was his girlfriend's nagging after being missing for the whole night.