Deadpool's Point Of View

We passed through the dark alleyway with Y/n taking protection from me.

How cute!

We're the best boyfriend!

Correction, we are taking Y/n to a shady mexican restaurant.

"Wade.....I...I wanna go....go back!" Y/n announced. I stopped and turned around to face Y/n. "I promise ya that this is gonna be worth it!" I responded. "Why can't we just do take out?!" Y/n whined. "This is a special place for me!" I protested. Y/n rolled her/his eyes at me. Y/n crossed his/her arms across her/his chest. I groaned and buried my face in my palms. I couldn't handle this bullshit right now. All I just want to do is grab and go, get home, and hang with Y/n then develop our romantic relationship........but I should've gotten a manual for this! I looked up at Y/n, sighing in defeat. "Fine.........you'll hang out here with Billy while I go get the food, sí?" I suggested. Y/n nodded at my final instructions. I nodded then turned around. I approached the mexican restaurant. The restaurant had originally been a bar so no doubt, newcomers would have to be extra cautious comin' in. Unless they knew self defense.

The smell of greasy and cheesy food filled the air along with the strong odor of perfume. I investigated around the area a little and fortunately, no dumb drunks! Well...........not yet! I approached the double glass doors, pushing them open. Horrid smells came at me with no mercy. I covered my nose as I should've done before. Despite the smell, the food actually tasted pretty good. "Good grief! I appreciate a bit of air freshener!" I exclaimed. My voice caught the attention of several people. And they didn't look anything heroic. I approached the green and red decked countertop. I dug into my pocket, pulling out a $20 bill, slamming it onto the countertop. I propped a elbow up on the countertop. "The usual.......5 chimichangas." I stated. I snapped my fingers then pointed to the cashier. "And a tub of your Scream!" I added, knowing Y/n's sercet obsession with ice cream.

The cashier nodded and took the $20 dollars, inserting it into the cash register's drawers. The cashier then yelled the order to the rest of the employees. I walked on over to a row of multicolored seats.

Sure, they have nice furniture but would it kill someone to have some breathable air?

Well, they make food........can ya really blame 'em?

I felt someone jab me in the side. An intense pain filled my side. One of my hands traveled down to my hip, feeling a thin wooden object, probably a pencil. I turned my head to see who could've attacked me. And right besides me sat a young child. The child looked up at me with a instense fear in it's eyes. I sighed and patted the petrified kid's head. "There...there! Besides.....it's only a little boo boo!" I explained. I gripped a hand around the pencil, pulling it out of my side. Blood splurted out, landing on the poor child. I looked down at the hole then at the child. The child began whimpering and began to cry. I rolled my eyes and put my hands on the kid's shoulders. "Baby! It's fine......really!" I said, in an attempt to calm him down. "Look!" I pointed at the hole as I felt it start closing. The kid looked in amazement at the hole healing. He looked up at me with joy. "I.....I wanna be like you when I grow up!" The kid announced. My eyes went wide.

WADE!

It's only a matter of time before they figure it all out.......

Oh.......sugar honey iced tea...

I began to laugh as a reaction to the kid's announcement. I slapped my knee and just pointed at the kid. "Kiddo, I promise ya.......you wouldn't wanna be immortal if you're faced with my life choices..." I chuckled. The kid just looked utterly confused.

God, if you can hear me........call my order please! This is getting very uncomfortable for me......and probably this child.

Bless the child.

We need to cleanse this child in Holy Water.

"DP?" I heard a voice call and describe my order. I shot up and out of my seat, rushing over to the countertop. "Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!" I said, picking up the bag of chimichangas and putting the strap over my shoulder that connected itself to the tub of ice cream. I headed to the glass doors, pressing a hand against the glass. "Hey Deadfool!" I heard a man yell from one of tables. Oh boy..........

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I looked to the man who insulted my infamous name. I approached his table, resting my order on a table. I approached the man, changing my hands into fists. "Listen here jack-" But, the man cut me off by grabbing me by the throat. He lifted me up off the ground.

Then, he threw a punch.