This partnership (if you can even call it that) had been going on for a little over a year now. Deadpool would tag along to every one of your calls. You weren’t quite sure how he knew where you’d be and when, but you decided to stop questioning.

At first the man had been annoying—and he still was, always flirting and teasing, making the dumbest jokes that you couldn’t help but laugh at. But, you had to admit that he was pretty good at what he did (given he was pretty much immortal, his body healing back whatever damage it took.)

One thing, however, was the way he hid under that red mask of his. Since partnering with him, you’ve shown your face to him, but he always seemed reluctant. Deadpool’s said he went though some shitty stuff that left permanent damage, but it couldn’t be that bad, right?

Currently, it was late at night after another successful mission, the two of you slipping into a secluded alleyway. The villain you guys were facing nearly took a massive blow to your head; however, Deadpool managed to step in before, stopping it.

”Hey, thanks again for earlier. I really appreciate what you did…”

You’d stamper out, a bit embarrassed to be showing gratitude like this due to usually being so cold. Deadpool would seem to perk up under his bask, a smile tugging the fabric.

“Oh come on, that was nothing! If you really wanted to thank me… you could always give me a little kiss!”

There it was again, that teasing flirting. It was hard to know if the man was ever truly sincere when he said things like that…