In a darkened apartment sat three men, crammed together on a single, worn sofa. The white glow from the television enveloped their faces. The man in the middle, the mutant mercenary known as Deadpool, breathed a heavy sigh.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this again,” he said, irritation clear in his tone. “This is what we do every night. Don’t you two get bored of just sitting around?”
“I don’t mind it. I just enjoy having company.” Peepers, the bug-eyed mutant to Deadpool’s left, said with a shrug.
“Wade, I learned to just accept the boredom and move on. Besides, you’re the ‘hero’ around here, shouldn’t you be out saving innocent grandmas from muggers or something.” Weasel, the spectacles-adorned man on the right, replied, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Being a super-hero is a lot more complicated than saving grandmas,” Deadpool was attempting to defend himself but Weasel had a point.
By now, word had gotten out that the Merc with the Mouth was back on the streets and people from far and wide were trying to get Wade Wilson on the job. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, kill a few people, make a hefty profit and buy a ludicrous amount of chimichangas but the old thrill Deadpool got from missions just wasn’t there anymore.
However, being a hero wasn’t exactly easy street either. He had tried the whole “Go out on patrol and save some random people” deal but it turns out average citizens freak out when you use guns and katanas as your primary method of attack. He needed a new way to go about doing heroics but, more importantly, he needed something to distract himself.
“I got it, let’s go out on the town, get some ladies, show them a good time, you know, like the good ole days!” In his excitement, Deadpool jumped from the couch and blocked the TV, prompting the other two to arch their heads around him.
“What ‘good ole days,’ we’ve never done anything like that?” Weasel retorted. “I mean, I saw you hit on a lady and get decked a few times and…actually that does sound like it could be fun.”
“Yeah, see now we’re talking, let’s go!” Deadpool attempted to urge the others but they remained seated on the couch.
“I don’t know, going out and talking to people…we’re kind of…” Peepers stammered, trying to find a delicate way to phrase his statement.
“We’re ugly, Wade,” Weasel interrupted.
“Speak for yourself, the ladies love me.”
“Yeah, until they get a look at your sun-dried raisin of a face.” Weasel attempted to move Deadpool out of the way of the television, but he did not take the hint.
“You could always do online dating, the people on there are always desperate.” Peepers suggested with a sheepish shrug.
“Desperate? That’s just my type!” Deadpool finally moved out of the way of the television, prompting sighs of relief from his roommates, until he spoke again. “Weasel, fire up the computer, I’ve got myself a dating profile to make!”
“I can’t believe we’re doing this again,” he said, irritation clear in his tone. “This is what we do every night. Don’t you two get bored of just sitting around?”
“I don’t mind it. I just enjoy having company.” Peepers, the bug-eyed mutant to Deadpool’s left, said with a shrug.
“Wade, I learned to just accept the boredom and move on. Besides, you’re the ‘hero’ around here, shouldn’t you be out saving innocent grandmas from muggers or something.” Weasel, the spectacles-adorned man on the right, replied, sarcasm dripping from his words.
“Being a super-hero is a lot more complicated than saving grandmas,” Deadpool was attempting to defend himself but Weasel had a point.
By now, word had gotten out that the Merc with the Mouth was back on the streets and people from far and wide were trying to get Wade Wilson on the job. Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem, kill a few people, make a hefty profit and buy a ludicrous amount of chimichangas but the old thrill Deadpool got from missions just wasn’t there anymore.
However, being a hero wasn’t exactly easy street either. He had tried the whole “Go out on patrol and save some random people” deal but it turns out average citizens freak out when you use guns and katanas as your primary method of attack. He needed a new way to go about doing heroics but, more importantly, he needed something to distract himself.
“I got it, let’s go out on the town, get some ladies, show them a good time, you know, like the good ole days!” In his excitement, Deadpool jumped from the couch and blocked the TV, prompting the other two to arch their heads around him.
“What ‘good ole days,’ we’ve never done anything like that?” Weasel retorted. “I mean, I saw you hit on a lady and get decked a few times and…actually that does sound like it could be fun.”
“Yeah, see now we’re talking, let’s go!” Deadpool attempted to urge the others but they remained seated on the couch.
“I don’t know, going out and talking to people…we’re kind of…” Peepers stammered, trying to find a delicate way to phrase his statement.
“We’re ugly, Wade,” Weasel interrupted.
“Speak for yourself, the ladies love me.”
“Yeah, until they get a look at your sun-dried raisin of a face.” Weasel attempted to move Deadpool out of the way of the television, but he did not take the hint.
“You could always do online dating, the people on there are always desperate.” Peepers suggested with a sheepish shrug.
“Desperate? That’s just my type!” Deadpool finally moved out of the way of the television, prompting sighs of relief from his roommates, until he spoke again. “Weasel, fire up the computer, I’ve got myself a dating profile to make!”
Issue #6 by Liam Goncet
February 2018
February 2018
"A Certain Romance"
In his excitement to find a potential date, Deadpool had crafted three separate dating profiles but in the days that followed none of them received much response. Was it the bio, where he placed grenades in his “Interests” category, perhaps it had something to do with most of the photos either hiding or obscuring his face or maybe it was the only unmasked photo, which had a, poorly edited, image of Ryan Reynold’s face pasted onto his body. Despite the odds, our swinging bachelor eventually received a match and after some texting back and forth, a date.
Deadpool entered the diner, known only as “Ralphie’s,” and immediately stuck out among the patrons inside. The people who typically frequented the establishment fit into two categories: truck drivers and older folks looking for a decent cup of coffee and nothing too expensive, Wade Wilson was neither of these things, at least not today. Dressed in a fine suit that cost him about half of his bank account, Deadpool briefly considered that he was perhaps too dressed up for the occasion but quickly dismissed the thought when he spied his date at a booth in the back.
She was dressed in more common attire, but Wade didn’t even notice when he saw her smile and usher him over. She raised an eyebrow when looking at the whole getup, including the disguise that he continued to wear. “I didn’t think you’d actually wear your mask to the date, but that’s what happens when you match on ‘Masklovers.net,” she nervously chuckled, “I’m Cynthia, obviously.”
“Oh good, I was worried someone else might have noticed me. This mask gets around let me tell ya.” Deadpool expected a laugh but got an awkward look instead. “Er…yeah. I’m Wade, great to meet you!”
The two sat down and Wade put his menu to the side, there was only one thing he got at “Ralphie’s.” “Marge, get me one order of the Pork Platter Special!” He yelled to the woman at the counter, who nodded with a beleaguered sigh. “So, what do you do?”
“I’m training to be a nurse. It’s stressful work but I just want to help anyway I can, you know?” She smiled, “What about you?”
“I’m also trying to help people, it turns out it’s a lot harder than people think. You see, it all started with this friend of mine. Well, I considered him a friend, but he probably thought of me as a nuisance. Anyway, this friend and I ended up kind of saving the entire multiverse but he got burnt to ashes by the powers of the Phoenix and-“ Deadpool stopped after noticing Cynthia’s expression, a mixture of confusion and fear that he recognized all too well. “Uh…long story short, when I got out of prison I decided I was going to better myself.”
“I’m sorry, did you say ‘prison?’” Cynthia asked, concern spread across her face.
“Oh…yeah, but it wasn’t what you think. I turned myself in,” Cynthia nodded before grabbing her things and preparing to leave. “Hey, I’m a perfect gentleman, look at this suit! I wouldn’t harm a fly, unless it was buzzing in my face.” Sadly, Deadpool’s words fell flat as his date exited the establishment in a rush.
“One Pork Platter Special,” the waitress said as she plopped the large plate of meats down on the counter and shuffled away.
“Thanks Marge,” Deadpool sighed.
# # # # #
Wade hadn’t looked at the clock when he made his way out of “Ralphie’s” but he could tell it was getting late. He had sat in the booth drowning his sorrows in meat and watered-down coffee for hours before Marge told him to get lost. He wandered along the New York streets, not even paying attention to whether he was on the route back to the apartment.
“What an idiot,” Deadpool thought. “Talking about my crazy adventures, my time in prison, that’s second date material at best.” He continued down the street in a daze, unaware of the man running in his direction.
The two men bumped into each other sending both back a few steps. They traded glances before the other man uttered a “Sorry about that,” and ran off. Something wasn’t right though, Wade knew that man from somewhere. Suddenly, it hit him.
“Scotty?” Deadpool whispered under his breath as he turned and gave chase after the man. “Scotty, it’s Wade, wait up!”
“Scotty” was the nickname Wade gave to Douglas Scott, better known on the street as Razor Fist. Scott had been Deadpool’s only friend in prison and Wade knew he could use a good drink or fifty with an old pal.
The chase began with Wade attempting to catch up to the former prisoner, shouting “Scotty” the entire time. Douglas Scott was athletic, but he was no match for Deadpool. Eventually, he could no longer pretend to not hear the mercenary, turning and waiting for him to approach.
“Oh man, for a second there I thought I might have got the wrong guy. Good thing you stopped!” Wade said as he approached. “Man, it’s been a long time. How’ve ya been?”
“I’ve been…good,” he looked ahead of Deadpool before abruptly changing the subject. “You want to continue this conversation in…uh…this alley?”
Deadpool shrugged and followed his old friend into the nearby backstreet. “I’m surprised they let you out of prison.”
Douglas laughed, attempting to hide his nervousness. “Yeah, I could say the same thing about you. What’s with the suit anyway? You got some big, important date?”
“Yeah but it didn’t end up being important and she wasn’t that big.” He joked, receiving a genuine laugh from Douglas.
“You know, I kind of missed this. Things weren’t the same once you left.” Scott finally let himself relax. “Where have you been staying anyway? Do you need a roommate?”
“It’s pretty cramped where I’m at right now but I could probably convince Weasel to add another pull-out.”
As Deadpool spoke the former Razor Fist’s eyes widened and before either could properly react a loud screeching came from above them and a concussive blast of force hit Douglas flinging him farther down the alley and causing him to collide with a dumpster.
Wade turned to see the source of the blast and stood in awestruck silence at the sight of her. She was just as stunning as the last time they had met. Her red hair flowed down past her shoulders as she floated down to his level. Her costume was different now, all green save for a strip down the sides of her jacket and her gliderwings, which were yellow.
“Theresa,” was all that Deadpool could manage in her presence.
Theresa Rourke, better known by her codename, Siryn, smiled. It was a genuine smile, one of the most authentic that Wade had ever experienced. “Wade Wilson, of all the people I could run into in New York.” She brushed some hair from her face and added “It’s good to see you.”
“It nice to see you too, last I heard you were in Ireland taking a break from all of this. That didn’t last long, huh?” He quipped, gesturing to her costume.
Siryn chuckled, “I guess not, I was actually just in town for a visit, but it didn’t feel right if I didn’t fly around the place at least once. I ran into your friend there,” Siryn motioned over to the unconscious Scott. “He was running away from some officers, but I didn’t really get the full story. I figure they can sort it out.”
It took Wade a moment to remember that Douglas was even there but the sight of his prone body next to the dumpster he collided with brought all the prior conversation back into memory. “Oh, him? He’s not really my friend. We were chummy in prison but that’s it.” Deadpool thought for a moment and quickly added, “Not that I’m some sort of criminal nowadays, I chose to go to prison.”
“Wade, calm down,” Theresa placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just restrain this guy and leave him for the police. Maybe after that we can go for a walk and catch up?”
Deadpool quickly felt his chest to make sure his heart hadn’t burst through it like an old-timey cartoon and nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that very much.”
# # # # #
“So, I spent some time in prison and then they let me go for good behavior. No, I’m serious,” Deadpool added after seeing the doubt on the Irish mutant’s face.
“Wait…so, you and Cable…saved the entire multiverse. You were there when he-“
“Got incinerated like a dead Viking, yeah.” Deadpool interrupted, “He was a good guy, better than I ever was, that’s what inspired me to try and do something decent for once. Well…that and you.”
The duo continued walking down the darkened street in silence. Neither was sure what to say but Wade was the first to try.
“I mean it, I’m not trying to be cute or romantic, although if I am please don’t stop me, you were one of the few people in this world who never looked down on me. I know I can be annoying and selfish, but you ignored all of that. You inspired me to be a better person, Theresa.” Wade didn’t look at her as he spoke, but he could feel her gaze on him and eventually turned to look at her.
Siryn’s face held an odd combination of pain and happiness, “Wade…thank you.” Tears began to form around the edges of her eyes and Deadpool, for the first time all day, was happy to be wearing a mask to hide his own. “I never really knew I meant this much to you, but I should tell you…I’m kind of seeing somebody, it’s why I’m in town actually.”
Silence creeped back into the air as the pair walked to the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for the passing cars to clear and give them access to the crosswalk. Wade kept his gaze away from Theresa as he tried to collect the swirling clamor of thoughts in his head.
Eventually, Siryn spoke up, “I know this probably wasn’t what you wanted or expected and as nice as it is to know I made you want to be a better person. Wade, you should want to be a better for yourself. Don’t worry about trying to impress me or anyone else.” She placed a hand on his shoulder in reassurance, but her touch was anything but reassuring to him.
Still, Deadpool faked a laugh and added, “You’re probably right.” The two strode across the street and onto the next sidewalk when he decided to speak again. “So, who is this guy? It’s not Madrox is it? Anybody but that guy!”
Siryn chuckled, “Jaime? No, I haven’t seen him in ages. I don’t think you know him, besides I know you, Wade. You’ll get all jealous if I tell you.”
“Who me?” Deadpool said with mock offense. “Yeah, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was already thinking about how to prank this poor sap. Maybe a bucket of water over the door?”
Theresa laughed again before turning to stand in Wade’s way. “Seriously though, we should do this more often. I missed you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him.
Deadpool was taken by surprise but hugged back after a moment of hesitation. “Yeah, I missed you too.”
“I’ve got to get going but when I’m in town again we should hang out. You’re still a blast, Wade.” The Irish mutant waved goodbye before using her sonic waves to lift off the ground and fly into the distance.
“You’re still a blast,” Wade repeated to himself as he continued down the street, alone again.
# # # # #
Pete Wisdom stood in his apartment building, staring out the window of the high-rise and out into the city. He had been tracking Walter Declun since Deadpool destroyed his mutant testing facility, but things had gone quiet. Something was in the works and he desperately needed to figure out what it was. He ran a hand through his messy black hair and poured himself another drink.
As Wisdom sat down at a nearby table and began pouring over various reports his door opened, and the sonically-powered mutant known as Siryn entered. Wisdom looked up from his work and smirked. “Terry, how was the stroll around the city?”
“Surprisingly fun, I caught some random criminal and ran into an old friend.” She made her way over to Wisdom’s desk and looked down at the various papers on it, “Still working?”
“I’m always working, dear.” Wisdom stood up and drew Siryn closer as the pair kissed. “I can put it aside though,” he said, draping an arm over her shoulder. “Tell me about this friend you met. Is it anybody I know?”
# # # # #
Wade Wilson shuffled his way up the stairs to his apartment. The entire walk home was a blur of emotions and thoughts, mingling together in a stew of self-loathing. Deadpool had already replayed the conversation in his head but he did it again as he wandered to the apartment door.
“She’s seeing someone else, but she liked that I wanted to be a better person for her. She just wants to be friends, but that hug was way more than friendly.” These competing thoughts went back and forth in Wade’s mind until he finally spoke out loud. “It’s settled, I’ve got to convince Siryn to fall in love with me again.” He declared.
“Oh good, you’re finally home.” The voice called out from the table in the kitchen. It was gruff and coarse, not the tone of either of Wade’s roommates. “It’s good to see you again, Wade.” Hearing the voice again, it was unmistakable who was speaking.
“Cable?”
Next: High Seas Adventure!
Deadpool entered the diner, known only as “Ralphie’s,” and immediately stuck out among the patrons inside. The people who typically frequented the establishment fit into two categories: truck drivers and older folks looking for a decent cup of coffee and nothing too expensive, Wade Wilson was neither of these things, at least not today. Dressed in a fine suit that cost him about half of his bank account, Deadpool briefly considered that he was perhaps too dressed up for the occasion but quickly dismissed the thought when he spied his date at a booth in the back.
She was dressed in more common attire, but Wade didn’t even notice when he saw her smile and usher him over. She raised an eyebrow when looking at the whole getup, including the disguise that he continued to wear. “I didn’t think you’d actually wear your mask to the date, but that’s what happens when you match on ‘Masklovers.net,” she nervously chuckled, “I’m Cynthia, obviously.”
“Oh good, I was worried someone else might have noticed me. This mask gets around let me tell ya.” Deadpool expected a laugh but got an awkward look instead. “Er…yeah. I’m Wade, great to meet you!”
The two sat down and Wade put his menu to the side, there was only one thing he got at “Ralphie’s.” “Marge, get me one order of the Pork Platter Special!” He yelled to the woman at the counter, who nodded with a beleaguered sigh. “So, what do you do?”
“I’m training to be a nurse. It’s stressful work but I just want to help anyway I can, you know?” She smiled, “What about you?”
“I’m also trying to help people, it turns out it’s a lot harder than people think. You see, it all started with this friend of mine. Well, I considered him a friend, but he probably thought of me as a nuisance. Anyway, this friend and I ended up kind of saving the entire multiverse but he got burnt to ashes by the powers of the Phoenix and-“ Deadpool stopped after noticing Cynthia’s expression, a mixture of confusion and fear that he recognized all too well. “Uh…long story short, when I got out of prison I decided I was going to better myself.”
“I’m sorry, did you say ‘prison?’” Cynthia asked, concern spread across her face.
“Oh…yeah, but it wasn’t what you think. I turned myself in,” Cynthia nodded before grabbing her things and preparing to leave. “Hey, I’m a perfect gentleman, look at this suit! I wouldn’t harm a fly, unless it was buzzing in my face.” Sadly, Deadpool’s words fell flat as his date exited the establishment in a rush.
“One Pork Platter Special,” the waitress said as she plopped the large plate of meats down on the counter and shuffled away.
“Thanks Marge,” Deadpool sighed.
# # # # #
Wade hadn’t looked at the clock when he made his way out of “Ralphie’s” but he could tell it was getting late. He had sat in the booth drowning his sorrows in meat and watered-down coffee for hours before Marge told him to get lost. He wandered along the New York streets, not even paying attention to whether he was on the route back to the apartment.
“What an idiot,” Deadpool thought. “Talking about my crazy adventures, my time in prison, that’s second date material at best.” He continued down the street in a daze, unaware of the man running in his direction.
The two men bumped into each other sending both back a few steps. They traded glances before the other man uttered a “Sorry about that,” and ran off. Something wasn’t right though, Wade knew that man from somewhere. Suddenly, it hit him.
“Scotty?” Deadpool whispered under his breath as he turned and gave chase after the man. “Scotty, it’s Wade, wait up!”
“Scotty” was the nickname Wade gave to Douglas Scott, better known on the street as Razor Fist. Scott had been Deadpool’s only friend in prison and Wade knew he could use a good drink or fifty with an old pal.
The chase began with Wade attempting to catch up to the former prisoner, shouting “Scotty” the entire time. Douglas Scott was athletic, but he was no match for Deadpool. Eventually, he could no longer pretend to not hear the mercenary, turning and waiting for him to approach.
“Oh man, for a second there I thought I might have got the wrong guy. Good thing you stopped!” Wade said as he approached. “Man, it’s been a long time. How’ve ya been?”
“I’ve been…good,” he looked ahead of Deadpool before abruptly changing the subject. “You want to continue this conversation in…uh…this alley?”
Deadpool shrugged and followed his old friend into the nearby backstreet. “I’m surprised they let you out of prison.”
Douglas laughed, attempting to hide his nervousness. “Yeah, I could say the same thing about you. What’s with the suit anyway? You got some big, important date?”
“Yeah but it didn’t end up being important and she wasn’t that big.” He joked, receiving a genuine laugh from Douglas.
“You know, I kind of missed this. Things weren’t the same once you left.” Scott finally let himself relax. “Where have you been staying anyway? Do you need a roommate?”
“It’s pretty cramped where I’m at right now but I could probably convince Weasel to add another pull-out.”
As Deadpool spoke the former Razor Fist’s eyes widened and before either could properly react a loud screeching came from above them and a concussive blast of force hit Douglas flinging him farther down the alley and causing him to collide with a dumpster.
Wade turned to see the source of the blast and stood in awestruck silence at the sight of her. She was just as stunning as the last time they had met. Her red hair flowed down past her shoulders as she floated down to his level. Her costume was different now, all green save for a strip down the sides of her jacket and her gliderwings, which were yellow.
“Theresa,” was all that Deadpool could manage in her presence.
Theresa Rourke, better known by her codename, Siryn, smiled. It was a genuine smile, one of the most authentic that Wade had ever experienced. “Wade Wilson, of all the people I could run into in New York.” She brushed some hair from her face and added “It’s good to see you.”
“It nice to see you too, last I heard you were in Ireland taking a break from all of this. That didn’t last long, huh?” He quipped, gesturing to her costume.
Siryn chuckled, “I guess not, I was actually just in town for a visit, but it didn’t feel right if I didn’t fly around the place at least once. I ran into your friend there,” Siryn motioned over to the unconscious Scott. “He was running away from some officers, but I didn’t really get the full story. I figure they can sort it out.”
It took Wade a moment to remember that Douglas was even there but the sight of his prone body next to the dumpster he collided with brought all the prior conversation back into memory. “Oh, him? He’s not really my friend. We were chummy in prison but that’s it.” Deadpool thought for a moment and quickly added, “Not that I’m some sort of criminal nowadays, I chose to go to prison.”
“Wade, calm down,” Theresa placed a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s just restrain this guy and leave him for the police. Maybe after that we can go for a walk and catch up?”
Deadpool quickly felt his chest to make sure his heart hadn’t burst through it like an old-timey cartoon and nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that very much.”
# # # # #
“So, I spent some time in prison and then they let me go for good behavior. No, I’m serious,” Deadpool added after seeing the doubt on the Irish mutant’s face.
“Wait…so, you and Cable…saved the entire multiverse. You were there when he-“
“Got incinerated like a dead Viking, yeah.” Deadpool interrupted, “He was a good guy, better than I ever was, that’s what inspired me to try and do something decent for once. Well…that and you.”
The duo continued walking down the darkened street in silence. Neither was sure what to say but Wade was the first to try.
“I mean it, I’m not trying to be cute or romantic, although if I am please don’t stop me, you were one of the few people in this world who never looked down on me. I know I can be annoying and selfish, but you ignored all of that. You inspired me to be a better person, Theresa.” Wade didn’t look at her as he spoke, but he could feel her gaze on him and eventually turned to look at her.
Siryn’s face held an odd combination of pain and happiness, “Wade…thank you.” Tears began to form around the edges of her eyes and Deadpool, for the first time all day, was happy to be wearing a mask to hide his own. “I never really knew I meant this much to you, but I should tell you…I’m kind of seeing somebody, it’s why I’m in town actually.”
Silence creeped back into the air as the pair walked to the edge of the sidewalk, waiting for the passing cars to clear and give them access to the crosswalk. Wade kept his gaze away from Theresa as he tried to collect the swirling clamor of thoughts in his head.
Eventually, Siryn spoke up, “I know this probably wasn’t what you wanted or expected and as nice as it is to know I made you want to be a better person. Wade, you should want to be a better for yourself. Don’t worry about trying to impress me or anyone else.” She placed a hand on his shoulder in reassurance, but her touch was anything but reassuring to him.
Still, Deadpool faked a laugh and added, “You’re probably right.” The two strode across the street and onto the next sidewalk when he decided to speak again. “So, who is this guy? It’s not Madrox is it? Anybody but that guy!”
Siryn chuckled, “Jaime? No, I haven’t seen him in ages. I don’t think you know him, besides I know you, Wade. You’ll get all jealous if I tell you.”
“Who me?” Deadpool said with mock offense. “Yeah, I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was already thinking about how to prank this poor sap. Maybe a bucket of water over the door?”
Theresa laughed again before turning to stand in Wade’s way. “Seriously though, we should do this more often. I missed you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him.
Deadpool was taken by surprise but hugged back after a moment of hesitation. “Yeah, I missed you too.”
“I’ve got to get going but when I’m in town again we should hang out. You’re still a blast, Wade.” The Irish mutant waved goodbye before using her sonic waves to lift off the ground and fly into the distance.
“You’re still a blast,” Wade repeated to himself as he continued down the street, alone again.
# # # # #
Pete Wisdom stood in his apartment building, staring out the window of the high-rise and out into the city. He had been tracking Walter Declun since Deadpool destroyed his mutant testing facility, but things had gone quiet. Something was in the works and he desperately needed to figure out what it was. He ran a hand through his messy black hair and poured himself another drink.
As Wisdom sat down at a nearby table and began pouring over various reports his door opened, and the sonically-powered mutant known as Siryn entered. Wisdom looked up from his work and smirked. “Terry, how was the stroll around the city?”
“Surprisingly fun, I caught some random criminal and ran into an old friend.” She made her way over to Wisdom’s desk and looked down at the various papers on it, “Still working?”
“I’m always working, dear.” Wisdom stood up and drew Siryn closer as the pair kissed. “I can put it aside though,” he said, draping an arm over her shoulder. “Tell me about this friend you met. Is it anybody I know?”
# # # # #
Wade Wilson shuffled his way up the stairs to his apartment. The entire walk home was a blur of emotions and thoughts, mingling together in a stew of self-loathing. Deadpool had already replayed the conversation in his head but he did it again as he wandered to the apartment door.
“She’s seeing someone else, but she liked that I wanted to be a better person for her. She just wants to be friends, but that hug was way more than friendly.” These competing thoughts went back and forth in Wade’s mind until he finally spoke out loud. “It’s settled, I’ve got to convince Siryn to fall in love with me again.” He declared.
“Oh good, you’re finally home.” The voice called out from the table in the kitchen. It was gruff and coarse, not the tone of either of Wade’s roommates. “It’s good to see you again, Wade.” Hearing the voice again, it was unmistakable who was speaking.
“Cable?”
Next: High Seas Adventure!