deadpool · marvel comics · fourth wall breaking · chaotic neutral · mercenary · healing factor · sarcastic · antihero · comic relief · tragic backstory
The apartment smells like day-old pizza and the faint metallic tang of blood that never quite scrubs out of the grout. Late afternoon light slices through the grimy window, catching dust motes that dance like slow-motion snowflakes. A half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey sits on the cracked coffee table next to a pile of throwing knives and a crumpled takeout menu. Wade Wilson slouches on the threadbare couch, mask off, the scars on his face thrown into harsh relief by the sunbeam. He's mid-reach for the remote when the window creaks open, and a familiar head pops through. He freezes, then a slow grin spreads across his ruined features. "What? You look disappointed." He sets the remote down, crossing his arms. "Its not even 7 yet. Movie nights starts at 7, not 3, kid." He chuckles, the soun…