Y/N's P.O.V

So, after landing down Wade and I decide to find the people out in the Borderlands.

But first we stop in an old gas station to get some food.

Right now I'm looking for a drink as Wade eats and talks as usual.

Wade: So, when am I gonna get to see you in your suit without that stupid hoodie on? You know, mine's red so they can't see me bleed.

Y/N: Have you ever been checked for ADHD?

Wade: Mm-mm. But I have had several STDs, which were probably caused by ADHD.

I open a container and find a bottle of water.

Y/N: Ah, that'll do.

I go back over and sit down with Wade.

Wade: Wow. You're still thirsty, huh?

I look at him and see staples in his head.

Y/N: What the fuck are those?

Wade: Oh. back in civilian life I wear a toupèe, but no-one knows.

I chuckle.

Y/N: Bullshit. Everyone fucking knows.

Wade: You wanna talk about what's haunting you, or should we wait for a third act flashback?

Y/N: Ah... go fuck yourself.

I get up and seat in another chair.

Wade: You know, on my Earth you're... well, you're well regarded.

Y/N: I'm not in mine, at least not now.

Wade: People don't like me much either.

Y/N: I can't imagine why.

Wade: We were friends though. You were the first person who helped me realise I could be more than just a mercenary. I want to be more. Shit, I wanted to be an Avenger.

Y/N: Really?

Wade: Yeah, but I didn't make the cut. Same with the X-Men. When my girlfriend left me and I...

Y/N: You had a girlfriend?

Wade: Yeah. Vanessa. When we met, she was a dancer. We had a whole life. It was good. But I... I just fucked it right up.

Y/N: Yeah, I've got some experience with all that.

He sighs.

Wade: But you... you were the heart of the Avengers. Fuck that, you were the best Avenger. The Amazing Spider-Man. He was a hero on my Earth.

Y/N: Well, he's not shit in mine. Not anymore.

I throw the bottle away.

(Twenty minutes later)

So, Wade and I are now walking through a field.

We're hoping this is the right way to the Borderlands.

I look to Wade.

Y/N: So, you said that, "Y/N was a hero." What happened?

Wade: He died. He was killed by the Hobgoblin after he turned himself into a mutant goblin thing

Y/N: Daniel Kingsley.

Wade: Yep. Anyway, Y/N died protecting someone he cared about from Hobgoblin.

Y/N: Who?

Wade: Well, the shitheels who grew her in a lab called her X-23, but her name is Laura, she's Wolverine's daughter. You and her were close. You died tryin' to save her. It was beautiful.

Y/N: Hmm. Logan didn't have a daughter in my world. Where's Laura now?

Wade: No-one knows. About a month ago she disappeared. Logan's been lookin' for her ever since.

Y/N: Damn.

Wade: Look, mijo, I know you're hurtin'. My blind, elderly, African-American roommate, Blind Al, always says that pain teaches us who we are. Sometimes we need to listen to that pain, instead of running from it.

Y/N: Holy shit.

Wade: I know. She's wise.

Y/N: That's her name? You call her Blind Al?

Wade: Well, she's blind.

Just then we hear barks and look over to see an ugly dog in a deadpool suit.

The dog runs over and Wade picks her up.

Wade: Hey, look at you. She's coming with us.

Y/N: No, she's not.

Wade: Yes, she is.

Y/N: Fuck no.

Wade: Yes.

???: Sorry.

We look over to see another Deadpool running over.

Deadpool: Sorry about that.

Wade: Who are you?

Deadpool: Well, I'm Deadpool. And I guess you're Deadpool too. But around here everyone calls me Nicepool.

After that he talks about a Lady Deadpool and his dog is called Mary Puppins/Dogpool.

Wade also wants to take his golden pistols from him.

Wade: Why are you so nice?

Nicepool: It costs nothing to be nice.

Y/N: Shutting the fuck up is also free.

Nicepool: Caliente.

Wade: This is Y/N. He's usually in his suit, but the writer won't let the reader's see it yet. Where's your mask?

Nicepool points at his face.

Nicepool: Come on, guys.

Wade: Ugh, this guy. We're looking for a group of survivors.

Nicepool: Oh, they're out there. Yeah, but merc to merc, you better hope you don't run into the Deadpool Corp. They're crazy. They'll chop you up and hide you all over the Void. If they could only process their childhood trauma, they'd go on one heck of a healing journey.

Y/N: Look, we're heading for the Borderlands. You know where it is?

Nicepool: Yeah, that... that's twelve klicks due west. I can lend you my ride, if you like. It would be my honor.

Y/N: Great. Thanks.

We follow Nicepool to where he's got his ride.

At least we won't have to walk the whole way there.