Deadpool does not belong to me, or any of the other characters except Laure.
It all started with a text,
Deadpool,
I have a new job for you.
Meet me at warehouse 15
by the pier at 9am tomorrow.
...
Deadpool and I went to warehouse 15 and waited. Per usual Deadpool was talking my ear off, but I've become good at ignoring him. Unfortunately he's the only one I can ignore. For some reason I felt suspicious, maybe it was because normally at 9am Osborn would be at work. I don't trust him, but I can handle anything he throws at us.
Golden light falls from the doorway in front of us, multiple shadows quickly block the life giving light and step inside. The door closes behind the visitors, after I blink away my night blindness I gasp.
"What are you people doing here?" There in front of me were my parents. Slowly but surly the superheroes often seen on TV crawled out of the woodwork.
"Why do you think we're here?" My mother stated, while I was still shocked at the new arrivals. "We are here to take you home."
"To take me home," a bitter chuckle slipped out of my mouth. "I have a home of my own creation, a home for all the misfits, scorned, and hated people in the world. You're not welcome here... go away."
"For gods sakes listen to us-"
"All I ever do is listen, your voices are always in my head screaming at me, pleading with me, killing me!" I partially wished the venom in my voice would kill her.
For some reason the superheroes around me tensed as I ranted. They probably thought I'd go off the deep end at any moment.
"We listen to you!." My mom sobbed, "just come back with us." My dad looked into my eyes, accusingly.
"I'm not going back!" I screamed, "You can't make me!" I stepped forward aggressively.
Deadpool quickly put a restraining hand on my arm, I hadn't noticed but he'd been talking to the super heroes.
"Laure," he spoke in that rare serious way, "calm down." I did, shoving my wrath back into the pot it's been stewing in.
"You have a job for us or was it just a trap?"
Captain America stepped forward, "no your parents just wanted-"
Another bitter chuckle cut him off, " So what I want for myself still doesn't matter?"
"No it does-" he tried to explain. I cut him off.
"You want me to be the good girl, the sweet, shy girl I was. I'm not her anymore. I won't let you move me to a smaller cage. Mom dad you're hypocrites, you said "freedom is being able to do anything you want so long as it causes no one else harm," but that was a lie. You don't care for me at all, you just want to erase all the things you have seen me do. The past will stay the past."
"Deadpool lets go," he grabbed my arm and we teleported away leaving my parents with the cruel reality they have to live with.