Iris's pov
As soon as Deadpool left, I collapsed into the chair I had been using to stay up on two feet. I sobbed so hard, I couldn't breathe. As I cried, I screamed. I didn't care who heard me. I was in so much pain. Just when I thought I had found the perfect person for me, this happened.
How could I hate someone so much yet want to still be in their arms? I hated him for doing this to me. For making me like...maybe even love him.
I sobbed myself to sleep, still in my clothes, tears and snot running down my face.
The next day after work...
The next day was terrible. I wanted to call in sick but I needed the money. The whole day I felt like a zombie. I had no feeling. All I felt was sorrow and pain in my chest.
I walked home slowly. It was dark but I didn't care. I didn't care when I was bumped into and yelled at while walking from work nor when I was cat called by a dirty old man.
I was done with alleys. So I walked on the empty streets of my neighborhood.
For a moment, my mind wondered to what Deadpool was doing. But I smacked the thought away. If I thought about him, it would just hurt me even more.
One more block.
"Hey baby! Wanna see what it's like to be with a real man?" yelled a man who looked a few years older than me. I ignored him and kept walking.
I was finally at my apartment conplex. I went towards the entrance. I reached out to open it. But before my hand even touched the handle, something, not a hand, but something attached to my back and forced me backwards. I stopped when I bumped into a large object. It was muscular. It was smooth.
"Look who we found," said a voice that terrified the hell out of me. It was so low and gentle. But I knew what ever had me was anything but gentle.
I knew before I heard the screech and my mouth was covered who it was.
"We've missed you," it said.
Deadpool's pov
Maybe I could make Iris see that I wasn't so bad. Maybe then she wouldn't hate me anymore. I didn't care if she didn't want to hear what I had to say. I was still saying it. I've never felt this way about someone.
I went to her apartment and knocked on the wooden door that was painted white and had the number 225 on it. I waited a few moments. No answer. I knocked again. Still no answer. It was a little after 7pm. She was home. Or at least she should've been.
'Maybe she went to someone else's place,' said white box.
'Like Peter's! I bet they have a thing going on. Peter was always looking at her!' said yellow box.
"That's not true," I murmured.
'How do you know that?' asked yellow box.
'Don't listen to that crazy box. Knock again,' said white box.
I knocked again. Still no answer.
'Break the door down. If she's hiding, you'll know,' said yellow box.
Good idea. I stepped back and with one kick, I kicked the door down. I entered.
"Iris!" I yelled.
No response.
"Iris! Are you here?"
Still no response.
I searched her whole apartment. Even under the sink and bed. But she just wasn't here.
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Deadpool's Iris
Fanfiction24 year old Irene, a.k.a. Iris, doesn't know what to do with her messy life. She has lost all contact with her family and basically has no friends besides her coworkers at her job which happens to be one of the biggest businesses in America. To make...