'Merc With A Heart?' (Deadpool x Reader) [ DISCONTINUED ]

'Opportunity?'

We made it to the club alright. Although I didn't enjoy walking through alleys. I didn't know why we were going to a club in the afternoon, anyways. But, I never know what this- this Deadpool is going to do. He's full of surprises apparently.
The club wasn't that full and only a few chicks were out on stage. Deadpool snook us in and we managed to sneak to a table. I stand and look around. I've never been to a club before, especially not to a strip club.
Deadpool yanked me down by my hand. He effortlessly sat me down.
"Alright, listen. So I know you lost your job and all, and that's cool. But I think you'll like this opportunity way better. How would you like a job?" He asked me, surprisingly, serious. I didn't know what he meant.
"What kind of job?" I ask carefully. He leans back and chuckles.
"Does it matter? I'm offering you a job." He said foolishly. I pinned my eyes on him.
"Really? Because I think the last time I saw you, you were killing people!!!" I whispered. We leaned in our heads to be quiet.
"So?" He remarked like a smart ass. He crossed his arms.
"You're such a douche! I, however do not enjoy murder. So, if you would tell me exactly what I'm doing for this job, then yes. I'll take it." I say. He wiggles his finger in front of me.
"Pinkie promise!" I roll my eyes and shake pinkies with him. "That's a good girl. Now, your job is to be helping me out with a mission I'm on...and maybe a little screwing around in-"
"Just tell me what the mission is!" I interrupt. He giggles childishly and folds his hands together.
"Someone has samples of my blood and are trying to recreate more of me. Now, I don't know who is doing this, but that's why I need you." He pokes my chest. I shift away. "So you're going to help me, and we start by having some fun before our trip!" He shouts, then stands on the table. The crowd cheers and raises their glasses. I cover my face with my hand and shake my head. This is going to be great... I think.