Imagine Deadpool’s reaction to finding out that you have four arms.
Enemies were coming from every which way, and although your boyfriend Wade had an unlimited lifespan, his ammo did not, and you were starting to feel swarmed.
Whether it was the stress, the adrenaline or maybe even your will to survive, your body started reacting, your mutation starting to show itself. Your uniform, nearly as tight as Wade’s ripped as your second set of hands ripped through the fabric, and your extra arms sprang through, pushing off the surprised enemies who thought that they had you bound.
You sent them sprawling, groaning a little at the pain because releasing your extra limbs was not the most pleasant experience - usually they were just inside of your skin, much like Wolverine’s claws.
And then HE noticed - of course he noticed; won’t ever notice that he leaves his half-drank glasses of chocolate milk out so that they stink to the high heavens, but the second your mutation shows, bam, you’re in the spotlight.
“Oh my god, y/n, are those BONUS arms?” Wade called over, excitement loaded into his voice despite the inopportune moment.
“FOCUS WADE,” You shouted, pushing through more of the bad guys. Your broke through your bonds and grabbed hold of their weapons, two guns, two swords, and started slashing behind you while shooting in front of you.
“Look at her go,” Wade said, pretending to wipe a tear out of his eyes, which were still hidden behind the mask. “She’s like my own personal Stitch-”
“If you start calling me six-two-six, I’m going to kill you,” You grunted, taking down all that were around you, and then threw the gun at someone who was trying to sneak up on Wade, hitting him in the head and sending him sprawling down. You looked around, satisfied that they were all down. You weren’t sticking around for clean up. But for now, you inhaled sharply, and absorbed those arms back into your flesh.
Wade had skipped over the dead bodies to come up to you. He raised your regular left arm and poked at the exposed ribs through the holes the arm had made. “Whoa, you really are like Stitch,” He laughed, not feeling a thing. “I can think of a few ways we can get kinky with those later-”
“Yeah, I bet you can,” You sighed, shaking your head and leaned up against your boyfriend. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Let’s just get some beers and then go home - I need the rest of tonight to be normal.”
“You know I’m not letting that rest, right?” Wade asked. “Show me again, do you have another two hidden so you’re like Doc Oc?”
“I’ll use all four hands to strangle you, I swear.”
Requested by: Anonymous
