Deadpool's Point Of View

Alright, it seems to be going great today!

Says the man who's having a mid life crisis.

Are ya sure this is gonna work out? Because.........wweeeeeeeeelllllll! I can see Cable comin' at us any minute now!

I put a hand on my chin, looking down at the restaurant. To be honest, it looked completely beautiful. That red head Natasha sure knew how to please! I put my hands on my hips. "Today's gonna be a good-" Something suddenly rammed itself into me, shoving me back a couple of feet. I steadied myself and looked over to see a strange twinkly man.

Ah, shit man!

Ouch...

I blinked a couple of times in order to see the figure much more clearly. The figure looked twinkly with sunlight reflecting off of him. I could hear panting, almost as if he ran all the way here. "Wade.......Wade...you........you're making a...a h-h-huge m-mistake. You shouldn't follow through." I recognized the voice. Not russian for sure. But, serious. Dead......serious.

Chapter 8 is great.

Awww.....but the fun's just started! Pretty please? Pretty, pretty please? Pretty, pretty, pretty please? Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty please?

................

I'm not going to question......anything.

I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest. I looked down at the ground. "Party pooper." I muttered. "Wade.....you're making a...a mistake!" Cable yelled. I put my head in my hands. No matter how hard I try, he would be one step ahead of me! Always so fucking frustrating! I inhaled and turned to face him. "Cable, ol' fiend, ol' pal!" I exclaimed, holding out my open arms for a friendly embrace. Cable took a step towards me. He held a hand on his right shoulder and blood ran out from underneath his nose.

Eeeeeh. That ain't good.

Cable looked up at me. "Wouldn't............that-that...m-m-m-m-mess up the timeline?" Cable stuttered out. "Exactly!" I announced. I dug into my one of my pouches. I could feel sharp, cold blades, saggy bags, greasy and warm chimichangas, then I felt a cold circular object.

Pokémon! Gotta catch 'em all!

Psych!

I pulled the watch up and out of my pouch. I looked over at Cable and waved it in front of his face. "Looking for this?" I taunted. Cable began to approach me. I lifted up the bottom of my mask, sticking my tongue out. I raspberried at Cable then spun around, running to the edge.

Hell yeah!

Wait.........Wade!

I jumped off the building rooftop and began to fall. "Now this! Is what I call advent-" My crotch landed right in between a tree branch. I clenched my teeth together in agony. "Oh.......your...your p-p-p-p-poor wife!" I squeaked out in a high pitched voice. I heard the bending of the branch as I started to slide back. I turned my head to see a familiar figure.

Whatcha know?

Let's gut 'em open!

But...

My ass still slide back, causing spilteners to poke through my suit. "Right...up main.....street!" I squeaked out. "Wade....is that...that you?" I heard the bastrad's voice ask.

Fucking Francis!

"Why yes love, it's me! Wadey!" I announced, turning my head. There the bastrad stood with a smile.

How about I wipe that smile off your pretty face?

"How's your day?" He asked me. "I might ask ya the same..." I muttered under my breath.

This isn't right......

No shit Sherlock!

"Say, want to talk over tea or coffee? I think coffee sounds nice." The bastrad looked down at the ground, kicking at a pebble. I looked up at the tree branch that had decided to take it's sweet ass time. No really. These spilteners are seriously gonna ruin my ass. And my suit.

Let's just kill this motherfucker, bitch!

I lifted up my ass and turned it around, pushing myself to go down faster. I took out a cowboy hat, placing it on my head. "Yehaw!" I announced. I put my hands on the handles of my katanas, pulling them out.

Here's a lil' present for ya Francis! No exchanges or refunds!

I jumped up off the tree branch, leaping into the air. Francis watched as I leapt overhead. I watched as my feet came in contact with the ground. I steadied my feet and landed gracefully. With my katanas out, I ran at Francis. The poor bastard just stood there with that grin. That smile wouldn't change. I became stopped in my tracks as I felt myself rise up. I kicked my feet at only air. I looked at Francis who still smiled.

Who decided this guy to be overpowered?

You maybe wrong.

"Wade..." I heard a familiar voice.

Oh............ya gotta be kidding me!

"Summers? Ol' fiend, ol' pal? Let me just say hi to this guy!" I chirped.

Busted.

Not for long!

Francis let out a chuckle. "Wade...before you murder me........can't we catch up? Y'know?" Francis asked. "Sure! I would love to!" I exclaimed, with sarcasm. I felt someone's grasp become loose. I saw as the ground got close to my feet, myself face planting onto the sidewalk. "Fuckin' perfect..." I muttered. I used my hands to lift myself up. I got to my feet, looking over at Francis. Francis shrugged and then began to walk in the opposite direction of the restaurant. "Fine! I'll play your little game!" I whisper-shouted. I ran up to Francis's side. I inserted my katanas back into their holders. It would only be a matter of time before I would end this motherfucker's lifu.

Thanks...

Fucking finally!

Ugh...