"This is...." 'Gross,' You think, looking around the horribly kept apartment.

"It's a slice of heaven! I know!" Deadpool chimes, going past you and toward the kitchen. You had to restrain yourself from shooting him again.

"Are you hungry? I'm making chimichangas~" He calls from the kitchen.

"Not hungry, where should I sleep?" You reply, eyeing the couch warily.

"Well, you could sleep in my bed with me," He offers huskily.

"Couch it is," You decide, going to the couch.

"Aww, but I was hoping we could-" You shoot toward the kitchen, cutting him off.

"I was going to say talk!" he grumbles. You set your bag down, sniffing at the couch before laying down on it. You close your eyes and try to fall asleep, finding it difficult. You can hear him eating in the kitchen, before coming into the living room and pausing. Hearing him approach, you touch your pistol.

"Night ___, sleep tight," He whispers before leaving. You soon hear snoring in the next room. You sit up, looking around the dark, filthy room.

"I'm better off back at my own apartment," You mutter, rubbing your neck. 'Yeah, great idea bunking with a complete and no doubt crazy stranger.... Your parents would be sooo proud... Whoever they are,' You think to yourself. Letting out a dry laugh, you get up and head into the kitchen. Opening the fridge you let out a sigh. Typical male. Shaking your head you grab one of the beers and straighten up.

"Oh well, I need one of these anyway," You grumble opening the bottle and drinking. You lean back against the counter, looking up at the ceiling. "It's going to be a long week...."

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

You wake up slightly and answer your cell.

"Make it fast so I can return my dream," You say grumpily.

"Alright! Listen up! I want more pics of the guy that Spiderman was fighting last time," Your boss says.

"Deadpool?" You question.

"Whatever! Just get me more pictures!" He says before hanging up. Now too annoyed to fall back asleep, you sit up. 'It's ten huh? I wonder what time he wakes up? Should I make breakfast?' You wonder, glancing over at the closed door. The growling of your stomach answers your question.

"Ah well, he doesn't seem like the type to get mad easily," You murmur before going to the kitchen. You found pancake mix... A lot of pancake mix.

"He really has a limited menu..." You comment before shrugging and starting to make pancakes. You hear him shuffling toward the kitchen.

"There she is! Morning babe!" He says cheerily, smacking your butt. You calmly take out your pistol and shoot at him, making him retreat to the living room.

"My name is ___.... I made you breakfast but now I think I'm going to feed it the rat hiding in the cabinet," You tell him.

"Aw babe! You made me breakfast!?" He gushes peering around the corner. You give him an annoyed scowl.

"Why do you have your mask on first thing in the morning anyway?" You ask, setting the plates down.

"Cause my mask is awesome," He chimes, taking the plate.

"So.... Do you plan on doing anything interesting today?" You ask has he lifts his mask to reveal a badly scarred chin.

"You can take off your mask you know," You add with a slight frown. He waves his hand in a declining manner.

"I haven't gotten any calls for a job... What's your definition of interesting?" He asks huskily. You roll your eyes,

"My boss wants me to get more pictures of you, that's all," You scoff. 

"You sure you don't want to see me in a maid costume?" He offers.

"Not unless your gonna be cleaning," You reply. He chuckles,

"I might for you babe... By the way, don't you have a boyfriend you could be staying with?" He asks. You pause and change the clip in your pistol.

"Hey now! I was only asking!" He says, holding up his hands swiftly.

"Take it easy, I just remembered I need to get more ammo for it... And as for your question, I don't have one, because they have a habit of getting killed around me," You say going out to get your wallet out of your bag.

"I have some ammo for that model!" He says following after you.

"I'm sure you do," You huff, straightening up and putting the wallet in your pocket.

"You just have to promise not to shoo-"

"No deal Deadpool, here's my number... Call me if you get a job, or do something worth taking pictures- WITH your suit on!" You say briskly, handing him a piece of paper and heading out. As soon as you close the door behind you, your cell begins to ring.

"Yeah?" You ask answering it.

"That's a weird way to answer your phone," A familiar male voice comments. Your brow twitches and you turn back to the door, opening to see Deadpool on the phone.

"Really?" You ask. He just looks over at you,

"Oh! Can you pick up some chimichangas on your way back? Please!?" He asks cheerfully.

"Yeah alright fine," You sigh, closing the door again before heading down the stairs.

"Thanks Roomy!" He chimes before hanging up.

On the outside you were clearly annoyed, while on the inside you were laughing. 'Strange man,' You think, sliding down the railing of the stairs. A childish action, but it saved time. You head to your usual ammunition store.

"Ah! There's my favorite girl!" The cashier calls with a grin. You smirk and shake your head,

"How's my favorite cashier Jerry?" You respond as he puts the box of ammunition on the counter.

"I'm glad to see a cute thing like you is still protecting herself," He comments huskily, ringing up your purchase.

"What can I say, I've been having to deal with some.... Interesting people lately," You reply, glancing around at the weapons that littered the walls.

"Oh, and can you throw in a taser? I think there's someone I want to try it on," You add. He raises an eyebrow,

"A stalker perhaps?" He guesses.

"Maybe," You hum. He laughs lightly as you pay. "You know there's a concert in-"

"Sorry Jerry, I can't," You tell him, taking the bag. His shoulders slump slightly,

"Yeah, I know..." He sighs.

"I'm not the type of girl you want... Find someone who won't hurt you," You say, before going out. You stop by the general store, retrieving a case of beer and some boxes of chimichangas.

"Alright, that should do it," You mutter before heading back to the apartment. You head up the stairs in a slight guilty daze.

"He didn't have to look so damn sad about it," You grumble. 'Yeah, it's only been the fifth time you've turned him down,' your inner voice points out, you mentally face palm. With a sigh you enter the apartment.

"Welcome back babe!" He says from the couch.

"Yeah..." You huff going to the kitchen and putting the beer and chimichangas in the fridge. You reload your clips and go back into the living room. He pats the couch beside him.

"Come! Relax! Don't look so down," He says.

"You really like that mask huh?" You comment sitting on the couch and keeping a good distance.

"I-" The phone cuts him off and he goes to answer it.

"Hello..... Mm......How much?.... So I just have to kill this guy right?.... No problem!" He chimes and hangs up abruptly. You grab your camera, and he turns to you.

"Oh! You're coming along? This will be fun!" He chuckles before going into his room. You slip on your hoodie and put the camera around your neck, and you're running shoes. You stand up as he comes out fully equipped. Had to admit, the suit really complimented his build... All of it.

"So babe, maybe after this we can have a little fu-" You shoot him in the foot.

"Lets get going shall we?" You say, heading out as he hops around on one foot for a bit.

"Yes it was!" He agrees with someone, following after you.

"Hm? You say something?" You ask, glancing back at him.

"You've really got to work on your listening skills! I bet you'd shoot Dean Winchester if he said something that offended you!" He says.

"I wouldn't... I just like shooting you is all..." You reply.

"You're a bit of a sadist huh?" He guesses.

"Hm... I've never been one before...." You mutter.

"What's next? Hot wax and furry handcuffs?" He wonders.

"No, I think you'd enjoy that," You deadpan.

"..... No I wouldn't," He defends after a long pause.