What’s better than being stabbed over and over again? Taking a nice stroll down New York City’s boardwalk actively listening to Mariah Carey. What? Don’t give him that look, he can’t help but love her music! Don’t even get him started around Christmas time. Blinking under his mask, Wade made sure to walk along to the beat, fingers rhythmically tapping along his suit. This was a perfectly normal way to spend his Saturday.

“Sweet, sweet fantasy, baby…” The singing trailed off - stop right there! His eyes landed on a passerby with a look so astonishing, he’d swore he saw an outline differentiating them from the crowd.

Oh my sweet Marvel Jesus..

Was Wade suddenly thrown into his own fanfiction written by a thirteen year old on AO3? No.. far too fluffy for such a website.

“Deadpool four..” He muttered under his breath, still amazed.

Annnnnd - Wink! Right at the camera.