Deadpool was happy, but happy didn't mean a lot when you're dead. The voices were gone and it made him lonely. He missed mischef and mayhem. Why couldn't it be just as fun when you're dead? He wondered. He laughed at the thought of haunting wolverine until his brain became as soft as mash potatoes. Or sleep beside the real Harley. Not that death didn't do it for him, but not like Harley. He loved her so much it hurt in life and death. He missed her and that was the only true thing that sucked about being dead. Being at peace. He looked at death and felt remorse for how he was feeling. She worked so hard to get him here and it's all they both wanted at one point. How do you feel good about something you've always wanted when you had something you never knew you needed? He smiled at his Harley look alike with her round belly and bright face. It was a lie, other than her pregnacny, that was all real.
"You okay?" She asked.
"Oh yeah babe fine." He smiled. "I am great."
"She's fine you know? She's legit and I know that it's not what you wanna hear but she's happy with Wally and they kinda deserve each other with all the trama she's been through.:"
"Are you saying my wife is crazy?"
"Ex wife Wade."
Wade winced. Who the fuck was she to say what Harley was? This was becoming too much and he needed to breath... Well the dead equivlency of breathing. He stood in the loft he once shared with Harley and walked to the bedroom where he once lay with her. He looked in the mirror, and was disgusted by his normalcy. Where does that happen? Where does normal make you sick? Here in hell. This is hell. That's what he thought. He missed his voices. They knew what to say when he felt shitty, sometimes it made him feel more shitty but it was still someone who understood him. He touched the mirror and sighed "Harley I wish you could hear me." He said to his reflection. "I wish that you could know that I am miserable without you and I'm already dead, but I feel like I'm dying. I thought this was what I wanted but I want nothing more than to be at home with you." He wanted to punch himself for being such a whinny little bitch about the whole situation. He was sure Harley had a new life and thought as little about him as much as he thought about her. He wished he could know what she felt. But that wasn't possible. Unless he contacted someone who could give him a gateway. But it's not like anyone on the other side owed him any favors.
He took a jacket not that he could feel cold, but it was out of habbit and it made him feel a little human. Something that he never was. He was happy when he could feel something other than loneliness. Death was always busy. A never ending job she said like it was something to be proud of.
"Where are ya going?" She asked.
"Where I always go." He said and walked out like he had a lot of options. He walked hands in his pockets for a half mile until he came up on his tombstone. He stood there cursing himself out for being such a coward.
"Hi Wade." He heard her voice say.
"Harley!" He looked around.
"I went for my ultrasound today. I guess you know I'm pregnant. But here is the kicker. I'm having twins. Yeah a boy and a girl. I guess someone didn't want us to be a part after all. Wally's really excited, and so am I but I'm not as excited as I should be. I miss the shit out of you Wade."
He sat there and listened like the heavens opened up and allowed him to hear every word of her telling her about her life. He drank every word like water. "I made Edward the godfather and Ivy the godmother I thought you'd have liked that. I know that you and I had a lot planned and I messed it up for you, but I hope you're happy. I hope you're happier than you were here. With her. That's what she said. She said you'd be happy. I wish I could know... Any way. I'm gonna leave this here. I hope the thing that doctor strange put over this thing does the trick. I want you to see everything. I just really wish you were here and I wish I could make you happy again. I'll see you again next week." Her voice faded into nothing and he was left alone.
Wade looked down and seen a red envelope. He quickly gabbed it before it became nothing too. He opened it and there she was big and round. She was as beautiful as ever posing with Edward and Pam. She was happy and he felt good again. She included the 3d ultrasounds of the children with thier names underneath and more pictures a hand written letter and everything else he could have asked for. She did him a favor. A favor he didn't deserve. He stuffed the gift in his pants and left the site.
