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

'Friends'

(Explicit Language Ahead. Eh, who am I kiddin, what'd you expect from Deadpool? Haha!)

I was accepted for the job and I start in fifteen minutes. I'm currently combing my stupid tangled hair.
"Ow!" I grunt as I yank against my hair. I continue to battle this tangled mess when I hear a thump against my small window behind me. I ignore it, thinking it was just a bird. But then... I hear my window click open! I spin around and see- ugh, wait for it- another guy in a costume! I stumble as I get spooked. He just has his chin propped up on his arm, casually saying,
"So this is what you girls have to go through? Yeah, so glad I chose to cut my hair, haha." The guy's voice didn't sound like Wade, it sounded higher or younger. Like a kid.
"Really? What's with you people and costumes! How did you even get to my window?!?" I ask ultimately confused. He chuckles.
"You seem to not recognize me. If you haven't heard, I'm the "menace"," his fingers act as quotations, "who saves the day. Ironic right? Ya know, boy got bit by a radioactive spider and now he swings all around the city to stop crime! Yeah I'm pretty awesome, not to brag." He finishes. This kid sure does talk a lot, I think to myself.
"Hold on, so you're Spiderman? The Spiderman?" I ask, surprised of all this.
"Yep. Your friendly neighborhood Spidey. At your service." He says.
"At my service? Why are you even here?" I ask.
"Wow, he really is a douchebag. He didn't tell you I was coming?" I shake my head in confusion to his question.
"Who!" I ask impatiently. He laughs and leans through the window.
"Deadpool of course! Now if he was correct, you have work in three minutes!" He exclaims.
"Oh shit! I forgot! Oh gee, I can't be late on the first day!" I shout. Spiderman shakes his head offers me his hand.
"Oh you won't be. Need a ride?" He asks politely. I think about it, can I really trust this guy? I mean I've heard rumors about this guy being a fraud... OH what the hell, this is Spiderman for gods sake!
I take his hand and climb through the window. I immediately clutch onto him as I forget that we were climbing out of a window! I look down and only grip tighter onto him.
"Afraid of heights? Haha!" He laughs as he amazingly sticks to the wall beside the window.
"N-no!" I blush red with embarrassment.
"Are you going to close your window? Or...?" I look at the window. It seems so far away! I look back down at the thriving city below us.
"Are you kidding?!?" I yelp. He sighs and closes it for me.
"Alright, so on three, we're going to jump," he says calmly.
"WHAT?!?"
"Just hold on tight, I got you." His arm grips tighter around me as he counts down. "One...two...THREE!"
I shut my eyes as I feel wind against my body. Oh my god oh my god! I'm going to diiiiieeeee!!!
The wind slows and turns into a breeze as I don't feel myself falling anymore. I carefully open my eye and see the city from a great height.
"Woaaah..." I gasp as we fall a little, only to swing again.
"See? I got you. Not a sweat! So you work at Zippy's, right?"
"Uhm yeah. So... You know Wade?"
"Yeah, unfortunately we met. I mean he considers me his best friend ever, but he's cool. Fun, too." He admits. I nod and watch the city.
"So you two are dating?" He asks. I turn red and pinch his arm. "Ow! What? You two look good together!" He laughs.
"Oh shut up," I laugh awkwardly. We finally land in front of the restaurant. I let go of him and fix my work outfit. People from inside and out stare at me in awe. He nervously chuckles and waves goodbye. I wave back with a sincere thank you look. He then swings off before people crowd him.
I awkwardly walk inside as people still look at me and whisper. I walk behind the counter and look for someone to help me get started. A couple of employees crowd around me.
"Oh my gosh, did you really swing around with him?"
"Are you dating him?"
"What did it feel like?" Everybody asked me questions and I quickly ask for one of the employees to help me before I have to answer their questions.

I finally get settled and start cleaning up. I go around asking a few customers for their drink orders, and sometimes get lucky to make milkshakes. Towards the end of the night, only two employees and I stay for the night shift. Even though I'm tired, I keep working.
Then as more employees leave, I end up being the last one here. No one was inside. Just a few men who were sharing alcohol drinks and watching the sports on the TV.
Then it got interesting. A costumed man walked in, wearing red and black. He comes over to the counter and sits on a stool. The men chuckled and pointed. I attend him and grin,
"Hello, sir. Could I get you a drink?" I say while propping my chin on my arm. He laughs and we clink glasses...