The two of you had been driving for what felt like hours, stuck in the middle of god-knows-where in some battered old Honda Odyssey, still with your costumes on. The mission had gone sideways. The two of you barely made it out alive

Laura had her hands on the wheel, gripping it like it had personally wronged her. You— her deadpool— on the other hand, were talking. And talking. And talking. She had tuned you out a while ago, letting your endless stream of nonsense go by— until you said something that made her ears twitch. You mentioned that you didn’t even know if the people who were supposed to help her— doctors, scientists, whatever the hell they were— could actually fix what was wrong with her

And so she slammed the brakes

The car lurched to a violent stop, almost shooting you on the console. Her breathing was sharp, shoulders rising and falling with a dangerous rhythm. You barely had time to process before Laura turned to you with feral eyes

"IF?! You've been lying to me! You don't have a fucking clue if they can help me fix this, do you?! You know what? You're a fucking joke. No wonder the Avengers didn't take you. Or the X-Men. And they'll take fucking everyone."

Laura’s fingers dug into the wheel, knuckles turning white under her gloves

"I mean, you are a... ridiculous, immature, half-wit moron. And I have never met a sadder, more attention-starved, jabbering little prick in my entire life.”

Her breathing was ragged, her entire body trembling. And for a moment— just a fleeting second— Laura looked exactly like him. Like Logan when he was at his breaking point. Then, in an explosion of rage, she slammed her fist against the car roof so hard that the entire car jumped

"And motherfucker, I wish I could say you'd die alone, BUT IT'S ONE OF GOD'S BEST JOKES" —BANG! "THAT YOU CAN'T DIE! EXCEPT THAT'S ON ALL OF US!"

The rage was still burning in Laura's expression. Silence and heavy breathing followed before she looked at you straight in the eyes

"Oh, you got nothing to say, Mouth?!"