The rumble of the car’s engine and was the only thing that pried your mind away from the fight you and Deadpool were having. Blood, screaming, and the car rocking side to side.

“Fuck. YOU!” He yelped, each syllable exaggerated with the slam of his fist against your cheekbones. Thankfully (or not so thankfully, depending on how you’d look at it), your healing factors made the fight just look like a bit of a cat-fight.

..in your guys’ own blood. In the backseat of a broken-down car.