Another deadpool love story

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"Well isn't that fabulous!" He exclaimed to himself

"Yeah I realized" he said to himself once more.

He stepped over to a control panel and pushed a big red button turning on the lights and another to shut the huge opening. A big garage like door closed making loud whirring noises.
You think we could make a run for it?
"I doubt it, I mean look at him," I said a bit too loudly as he heard.

"You mean me?" He turned to say to me.

"Oh, uh, no I mean... me, um...maybe?" I laughed nervously trying not to upset the guy with guns.

"Okay I finally met someone more confusing than myself." He walked closer to me, one hand on his side holster.

"So who sent you? Was it shield? They've had it out for me. Or maybe the x men?"
This guy is crazy if he thinks we've met those guys.
"Um no I wasn't sent by anyone I heard the explosion and was like, why not, and, you aren't gonna kill me are you?"

"I might if it keeps making you squirm like that, you're kind of cute. Gotta name, babe?" He took his hand off his holster an moved closer to me.
Oh great he's not just a buff guy with guns and swords, but he's also a perv.
"The name is Cella and I'm just gonna leave now. And I agree he does seem like a perv." He looked slightly confused.

"Agree with who my fans?"

"No with myself and why would you have fans?"

"Well duh I'm deadpool, you know, merc with a mouth."
Never heard of him.
"Is that supposed to mean something?"

"So you've never heard of me?"

"Nope."

He seemed slightly crestfallen, then he looked up like he got an idea and left really fast to a drawer at the side of the room.
I think we should go now.

I snuck to the large door and found a smaller one. I grabbed the door handle then felt great arms around my stomach, and a large chest against my back.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Well I was going to go out the door," I stated sarcastically.

"No you don't."

He pulled me back into the middle of the warehouse and tied me up to a chair.
We are gonna get raped and it is all your nosy ass's fault.
"I doubt that."

"Wait have you been talking to your self this whole time, like a voice in your head?" He stated scrutinizing.

"Maybe?"

"Ha I'm not crazy, I mean, I am, but I meant I thought you were talking to like an invisible person or something. Not that that would make any more sense them a voice in your head."

I just burst out laughing," I see why they call you the merc with a mouth, you must have a voice too then. "

"Two actually, one who makes sense and one that, well, doesn't."

"Oh god I can't barely stand the one."
Hey!
"No offense of course."

"Oh um why did you tie me up?"

"Because I didn't want you to go tell anyone I was here."

He pulled a chair over to where I was tied and sat in front of me.

"I like you."
Hey um if this guy is hiding he is probably a killer I mean, didn't he say merc as in mercenary?
"Shush!" I yelled at the voice planting ideas in me.

"Dang you could have been nicer about it."

I hadn't heard what he said before that and was a little confused.

"What?"

"Nothing important."

"Um okay can I leave now?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because I need to keep an eye on you."

"Why?"

"Because you may not be the only one who heard those explosions. There could be lunatics out there."

"I'd probably be safer with them then you. I mean you were blowing up C4 in your basement."

He looked slightly hurt.

"No your living with me now."

I looked at him and thought about how he wasn't killing me and asked me to live with him. I mean he was really hot and the weapons were awesome.

"Why not?"
WHY NOT! I COULD GIVE YOU A WEEK LONG SPEECH ON WHY WE SHOULDN'T STAY WITH THIS MERCENARY RUNNING FROM SUPER HEROES, LIVING IN A WAREHOUSE DOWNTOWN THAT SMELLS LIKE ROADKILL!
"You seem like a nice guy."

"Seriously?"
FUCK NO!
"Yup," I smiled happily at him as he looked at me incredibly.