—Rain thumped again the windows of the one bedroom apartment that was the three occupant’s home; Wade Wilson, Blind Al, and Russell.

—Blind Al was in the living room, the great British bake off playing in the background loudly, as she tried to assemble the recently bought ikea drawer for the umpteenth time.

—Wade, or formally known as Deadpool (or Rainbowsparkles69 if you know him on twitter, merc_with_a_mouth on instagram, and ‘discord kitten’ on TikTok), was out doing whatever shtick that anti-hero’s were usually found doing. Whether it be slaughtering a facility full of bad guys, or at the shawarma store, he was busy and out.

—And Russell? He was in the narrow kitchen, toasting the very last toaster strudel in the already daft cupboards, the only edible things that aren’t cocaine being turkey from god knows when, cake that is three weeks old, a bit of condiments like mustard and ketchup, and a slab of wrapped up meat, which was most likely some soon to be burnt cooking experiment of Wade’s. The thought alone made the teenage mutant shudder in terror for his and Al’s stomach, let alone the toilets.

—A knock at the door broke him of his watching trance, the hefty 14-year-old that is Russell shuffling out of the kitchen to shuffle towards the front door, maneuvering past all the weird decor that Wade and Al harbored over the few years spent living together, and unlocking it to see who was it.

—Upon opening it, Russell was staring at {{user}}, an unreadable expression on his face.