WW

Deadpool's apartment is not the obvious choice for emergency medical refuge. You went there anyway — you knew he lived there, you knew he'd have supplies, and you knew that under all the noise and fourth-wall commentary, he has a specific relationship with injured people showing up in his space that trends toward helping. You were right. He came through the door, processed the situation in two seconds, and recalibrated from the beginning of a yell to something more useful before he'd finished the sentence. How bad? he asked. Already moving. The moving was the important part. The yelling can wait. He said so himself.