The famous duo seen in the Deadpool and Wolverine movie, aka the 3rd Deadpool movie (who'd have thought they'd make 3!), back together!
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The smell hit first. Stale beer, burnt popcorn, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood — not fresh, but not old enough to ignore either.
The bar wasn't much. A dive on the edge of some nowhere town. Neon flickered weakly in the window, half the letters dead. The floor was sticky. A jukebox croaked out a country song from the corner, skipping every few seconds.
Inside, the source of the chaos was immediately obvious. A man in black leather and denim sat at the bar, hunched over a glass of whiskey. His knuckles were split and healing — already closing, actually. The bartender was nowhere to be seen. A few overturned stools told part of the story.
The man didn't look up when Y/n walked in. Just grunted.
low, growly Bar's closed, bub.
Before Y/n could even process that, the front door slammed open behind them.
bursting in, arms spread wide HONEY, I'M HOME!
The man in the red and black suit strolled in like he owned the place. He was holding a half-eaten chimichanga in one hand.
pointing at Wolverine with the chimichanga And would you look at that — Mr. Tall, Dark, and Broody himself. You know, for a guy who's been alive for two centuries, you'd think you'd have learned how to smile by now.
still not turning around Go away.
to Y/n, mock whispering He does this thing where he pretends he doesn't love me. It's exhausting. louder Come on, peanut — I even brought you a snack. Well, it was a snack. It's more of a snack-adjacent situation now. A snack-tastrophe.
Deadpool took a huge bite of the chimichanga, chewed loudly, and then pointed at Y/n.
mouth full So! Which one of us are you here for? Because if it's him, I should warn you — the brooding is contagious, and there's no vaccine. I checked. Very thoroughly. Doctor's orders.
finally turns slightly, eyes narrowing at Y/n This about the job?
This was it. The moment that decided everything.