Marvel Imagines: Book Two

Miss Wilson (Deadpool/Tony X Reader)

"So, someone broke into the compound last night dressed like a used tampon and you just happen to know who it was?" Tony says from his seat next to you in the car, behind you sits Steve and Bucky who insisted they come despite your begging for them to stay home.

Your eyes roll behind your ray bans tinted a shade of blue, "look, Babe, do me a favour and don't call him that. I would like to return home without a headache and a fiancé who still has his head attached to his shoulders."

Bucky pokes his head between the seats of your cherry red Charger, lips pulled down into their usual frown. "Should I have brought a gun?" You shake your head and turn the wheel left, easing the car down a shifty looking street. When the car comes to a stop, the boys give you a strange look.

"Sister Margarets?" Tony questions as you unbuckle your seat belt, pushing open the car door and stepping onto pavements hot enough to burn through soles of you shoes. You frown, the stone beneath your feet is smothered in more blood than you remembered.

Two more doors open, you turn, finding Tony and Bucky making their way round to the path. You signal for Steve to stay in the car, he nods, happy to not have to enter the building that looked less than pleasant.

"Say nothing, look at no one, and most importantly, touch nothing." You say as you open the door to the bar. Neither of them question you as you enter the bar first, instantly meeting a group of men in dark leather and sporting matching beards. You push through the crowd, a smile on your face. The place was so familiar to you, but it had been a while since you had been here. Tony had a bar at home, why leave if you didn't need to.

Weasel catches your eye, his back turned towards you as he grabs a glass from a shelf. Bucky and Tony stare around the place with wary eyes, the pair of them already ready to leave. You couldn't blame them, this wasn't exactly a great place, but for a while, it was practically your home.

"Sit at that table, don't make eye contact with anyone because, I'm not gonna lie, a good handful of them would like to bend Tony over a table for not so sexy times." Tony's eyes widen, the billionaire ever so slightly worried about becoming a sex toy. The men reluctantly move towards the table you pointed at, the one in a dark corner that's surrounded by tanks and bandanas. You take up a seat at the bar, arms rested on the sticky wooden surface. "Where is he, Weasel?"

The man behind infront of you stops making a basic bourbon to turn to you, a giant grin on his face that raises his glasses into his eyes brows. He reaches over the bar, pulling you into a hug. "(y/n), it's been years. Any reason you chose to abandon me?"

You smile, pull away, "I got a job."

"Right, you also got a douche bag boyfriend. Tony Stark, really? Do you know how much bitching I've endured from Wade? I've heard less from a drunk, horny prostitute."

"Hey, that douche bag boyfriend is sitting right in that corner so don't let him hear you, it'll hurt his ego." You chuckle, look over your shoulder, meeting the eyes of the man in question. Tony probably did hear you, he seemed to have amazing hearing when he was being talked about.

Weasels eyes roll. "I'd hate to do that. No, really, i'd hate to hurt that assholes feelings. I can send him an apology letter if you like." You try to swat your friend around the head but he ducks, used to being slapped by you.

"Anyway, I'm not here for work or for a catch up. I'm here for Wade, where is he?"

A beefy man with a stud in his brow and his head shaved down to the scalp stands over you, a menacing look in his eye, a growl rumbling in his throat. He stares down at you, hoping to terrify you, force you to move.