I open at the close
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 groaned and rubbed a hand across his eyes. He wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep. Hell he hardly remembered the trek up his stares to his shitty apartment.
But he was fairly certain he hadn’t turned the tv on. He opened his eyes long enough to see Rues playful smile as she and the girls got up to their latest shenanigans. Obviously he had then. He was really losing it. He closed his eyes again.
He rolled himself up into a seating position. Lazy and slow. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes over the mask and tried to roll some feeling back into his feet. Sleeping on the couch always put him out of commission for an hour. If it weren’t for his freakish healing factor he might actually give a damn and change it.
He was exhausted. And it was so serene in his apartment he could have passed right back out again. In fact the room was silent.
He froze.
He snapped his head up to the screen expecting to see Betty’s face. Instead he saw only his mask staring back at him through the blackness of the dead screen.
[[What’s you’re problem? I mean besides the usual.]]
“I Know I didn’t turn that off.” Deadpool whispered. And it was so loud. Like he had disturbed some agent slumber and now that he had broken it the silence was deafening. Deadpool could barely hear Yellow argue.
[[yeah and you didn’t remember turning it on either. Obviously you have lost it]]
{{hence us.}}
“Do you remember what we did yesterday?” He asked. Almost unsure of who he spoke to. The box answered all the same.
[[Do I look like your secretary?]]
Deadpool stood. Eyes locked with his own inside a black box. when he was certain he would lose the unprompted staring contest, he turned away. Reached out for the door and put the apartment behind him.
His mouth was Cotton his throat scratched. But he raced out of the building. Into the busy street below. Then he was boxed in on either side by the mindless crowds.
Touching him and grazing him and if he tried to fight the current he would drown. But if one more fucking scrub touched him he would snap.
Evidently, he did not snap. Or he already had. Because the crowd guided him towards the square and he heard the pop of static above him.
He couldn’t hear the voices but he knew what they were saying. He knew who came around the bend when the crowd rose and how he grazed the concrete.
Like a graze from a bullet in his leg.
“No no no I fixed this.” Deadpool grasped onto whatever semblance of sanity he could. Then cursed himself for thinking things could be so easily. They never were for the merc.
[[fixed what?.]]
“The- you- the time travel shenanigans.” Deadpool hissed. He spun towards the box in his profile vision but it swung with him. He must have looked the fool to the crowd.
[[oh shit do you think it’s Kang?]]
{{Or immortus.}}
Something dark crossed Deadpool’s face. He hoped to whatever higher being making Deadpool their personal punching bag, that his box was just stupid. Or being an ass. Or had morning brain rot and would come around later.
[[OR OR Morgan le Fay!!!!<3]]
Because if they were being serious, then that meant he was really still stuck in this. And he was really truly alone.
“I’m not sure. But I’m going to find out.”