Dawn of a new day
Thank you for being a friend
Travelled down the road and back again.
Your heart is true
You’re a pal and a confidant
Deadpool shot up from his couch. He blinked his eyes and tried to adjust to the light. The room was dark, save for a single blue spot in his apartment. The harsh unnatural light burned the more he tried to focus on it. Wetness collected at the corner of his eye and dampened his mask. It was sometime after midnight. He hadn’t remembered going to bed.
He laid back down and closed his heavy eyes. Only for a moment. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, but when he opened them next the sun had began to rise over the buildings.
“Shit.” Deadpool yawned, a long stretching of his limbs. They ached and cracked in the best of ways. He glanced back at the screen, a different episode had started up.
“Bea Authur I never thought I’d see your beautiful face again.” Deadpool whispered tenderly. “I was sure I broke the tv.” Deadpool was just glad the remote hadn’t done as much damage as he thought.
[[You better treat her right understand? That tv cost more then we’re worth.]]
Deadpool moved to the tv. He ran his fingers lovingly overtop, and pressed his cheek against the screen. He nuzzled and cooed and promised to never do her wrong again.
{{Treat her a little less right. This is creepy.}}
[[can we cut this reunion short? I got places to be.]]
Deadpool sighed, his hand lingered ontop of the flatscreen. He dragged himself to the door.
Voices spilled into the apartment lobby. He could already tell the streets would be packed. Filled to bursting and Deadpool wanted no part of it.
He slammed the door open. It collided with some guy. fancy suit and shoes, slicked back hair, fake goatee. Deadpool starred daggers down at the fake Tony stark.
“What the hells your problem man!” Knock off Tony stark yelled. He held his nose in one hand, it wasn’t enough to stop the bleeding. It spilled out over and between his fingers.
[[very in character.]]
“You. Now get off my lawn before I do some real damage tinman.” Deadpool watched him scramble up to his feet. He sidestepped the merc with a wide birth. Never once dropped eye contact.
“You’re taking you’re cosplay shit too far dude.” He snapped. Deadpool watched him disappear into the crowd. A lesser Deadpool would of shot the guy in the leg. Crazy what two months could do to a guy. Current Deadpool still thought about it.
He merged into the crowd. An arm brushed against his side and he wanted to jump out of his skin. He was boxed in on both sides.
His chest tiddies were pushed together from the pressure.
[[pfft you wish. You’re getting flabby my man.]]
Deadpool let himself be dragged by the crowds. He was pushed left and right and bumped along until he was halfway across town. Like a white water rafting. He never even decided to go towards the square but the decision was out of his control.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest. His large perfectly sculpted pecks. His rippling titties.
{{embroider.}}
Deadpool rested his hands on his hips and surveyed the crowd. The people spoke among their groups with buzzing excitement. In some sort of anticipation. For what Deadpool either didn’t know or didn’t care.
“When the hell will these tourists go back home?” Some guy bumped fully into his back. When Deadpool turned with a sour look he smiled apologetically.
“My bad.” He said. His voice was gentle, and oddly familiar. It was almost buttery or oaky and reminded Deadpool of a nostalgic feeling he had never actually known.
Waking up to a freshly made breakfast. The smell of sizzling bacon. Smeared maple butter over piping hot pancakes. His stomach rumbled. Above them the speakers sprung to life with a pop of static.
“Goooodmorning NYC!” The crowd erupted into cheers and various honking party favours. Deadpool sighed and turned away from the guy. But he wasn’t so easily deterred.
“What do you think of all this?” Deadpool raised a brow at the mousy brunette. Messy brown locks covered his eyes from view. He stared ahead, Directly to the other side into the adjacent crowd.
“I think it fucking blows. Like this town needs more billionaire philanthropists giving themselves a pat on the back.” Deadpool grunted. He craned his neck in the same direction as the crowd. He couldn’t get a good look of what was around the corner. He hadn’t checked his phone but he was pretty sure Saturday didn’t have any shows. Then again he wasn’t up to date with the weekend schedule. He squinted, then signed. “What the hell are they doing today?”
“It’s a celebration.”
“Yea I can see that kid.” Deadpool glanced back at the brunette. His nose crinkled as if from a bad smell.
[[you smelt it you dealt it.]]
{{You are a heathen.}}
“The hell you want kid?” His features schooled into a neutral tone. He opened his mouth to say something, but the announcers above cut off the rest.
“That’s right! And as you know The NYC Hero’s parade is just the beginning!” Stunned Deadpool stared up at the large screen. Apparently they were doing some sort of recap.
[[maybe for the tourists who had delayed flights?]]
He expected some quick footage overlaid with commentary. He did not expect the fifty foot tall red and gold Ironman ballon to round the corner. Deadpool pushed out a frustrated sound past his teeth.
He looked back at the man in disbelief, only to find him replaced by a family. Deadpool whipped around but didn’t catch sight of him.
{{it’s not just the early bird that gets the worm apparently.}}
“Yea if your worm is a slimy avenger just in it for the clout.” He grumbled. Whatever Deadpool wasn’t going to hold his space.
[[That’s mean to worms!]]
Deadpool sighed heavily and leaned on the metal rails. This time around he’d gotten a better seat to the show. Oversized ballon after the other spilled out around the corner. Their incredible width squeezed between the buildings.
Kiddos screamed as their personal favourite hero’s rounded the bend. Ironman, captain America, Thor, the hulk. All in the exact same order as the day before.
“They could at least get some new material.” He groused. There was a gasp too his left.
“Well would you look at that! I’m getting reports that one of NewYork’s very own hero’s will make an appearance on the scene!”
Deadpool raised his head out of his arms. It couldn’t be.
“Who do you think it will be?” The announcer asked his co-host. She said something Deadpool didn’t care to listen too.
A spec of red grew between the buildings. It swung haphazardly towards the parade. Deadpool stared in disbelieve as he slipped under the legs of the ballon floats in back. He shot out a web to zip under, and used that same web to propel himself ever upwards.
For a moment he was weightless.
“Show some self respect spidey! Get new material!” Wade yelled towards the hero. Spiderman definitely heard him. While he stuck the landing, it was messy.
Spiderman posed for the crowd to hide it. Arms thrown in the air, his hands in the rock on symbol. Deadpool rolled his eyes.
[[I think those are his thwip symbols.]]
{{Spiderman owned and copyrighted.}}
He shoved past the crowd annoyed. He put extra force into it when he passed a guy booing Spiderman.
[[only we can call him a hasbeen!]]
Deadpool found solace in a side street. The air was cooler from the shade of the building, and the crowd almost felt like a surreal painting. One he could hear.
He wasn’t aloud a moment of respite.
“You’re giving me bad rep out there.”
“You do it to yourself baby boy.” Deadpool responded point blank. “Ought to hold yourself more accountable.”
He relished the chuckle. But didn’t turn towards the sound. Deadpool continued down the alley.
he couldn’t hear the footprints following a few paces behind, but he knew Spiderman followed.
“I can’t believe you’d stoup so low.”
Silent as a bug, but he never did shut up.
“I can’t believe you don’t know me by now.” Spiderman sassed. “I’d never give up a chance at free publicity.”
Deadpool shoved his hands in his pockets. He wanted to be disappointed. Really he tried. But he grinned instead.
“Once was more than enough.” Deadpool said, he could at least appear disappointed. But he’d do the same in a heartbeat. If he could get all the way up a ballon like spidey.
“Well you know what they always say. Third times the charm.” Spiderman hummed. He jogged to catch up and overshot by a few paces. Pivoted on his heel and turned to face Deadpool. He wiggled a bag of takeout enticingly. “Hungry?”
Deadpool watched him walk backwards. All Spider-Man’s practiced ease and nonchalance. He rolled his eyes at the hero.
“Thought you’d know me by now.”