Hey! Sorry for it taking so long! Just moved back into college and junk! Anyways, I tried to make this chapter extra long as payment for my lateness!

Disclaimer: I don't own Deadpool or any of the X-Men. I don't own any music used. I do own Raven, however, so no touchies!


Raven sat up in bed and stretched, scratching her bed head tiredly. She knew her hair would be sticking up every which way and that her face probably looked like she had just risen from the dead. There was a lot of work that needed to be done to change this beast back into a beauty.

First thing's first on the list: a shower. Raven stood up and leaned back, cracking her spine, before walking over to her closet where here shower caddy, towel, and bathrobe were. She retrieved them and slid on a pair of flip flops.

Only a select few rooms in this mansion had their own bathrooms, but for the majority of the rooms there were no private bathrooms. The residents of these rooms were forced to used the communism bathrooms. It wasn't so bad, except if anyone was in the shower all those who were using the toilets must shout their warning before flushing; which was clearly a problem for the silent Raven.

Raven trudged out of the room, thankful she didn't have to go to the bathroom this morning. Usually, she would wait in her little stall after finishing her business until everyone was gone. True, it wasn't the most ideal for her, but what else could she do. She didn't want to flush and bring down a searing hot waterfall upon any unsuspecting shower users.

She walked down one of the many grand staircases, waving lazily at the few who greeted her with a friendly hello and good morning. Today was going to be a day of preparation.

As she entered the bathroom, she immediately felt thankful that there were no people inside. Obviously, due to her vocal handicap, awkward robe clad morning chit chats were not her thing. That and she was never really that much of a morning person. Especially before her morning cup of coffee or shower.

Raven smiled happily as she skipped over to the nearby radio and turned up the volume dial. That one song from the intro to Legally Blonde was playing and Raven honestly couldn't think of a better song to start off her day. After all, it was the day she had been waiting so long for.

She chose her usual shower in the far right of the vast room and shut the curtain. She turned the water on till it was pretty much at it's hottest before removing her robe and stepping inside.

The sudden introduction of the hot water on Raven's cold skin initially caused her to cringe, but she soon relaxed and a stupid looking smile made it's way onto her face. Hot showers were always an all time favorite of the black haired girl, even if they made her look like a steamed lobster afterwards.

She was the kind of girl who liked to use a series of different smelling shampoo and conditioners each time she took a shower. Not only did it add some variety to her hair's scent, but it also was healthier for her hair; at least according to Rogue. One of the Southern beauty's many tips to Raven was to "always change up your shampoo and conditioner, shug, that way your hair don't get used to just one kind and can get all the benefits of each shower". It didn't make much sense to Raven, but it was part of her old routine that didn't need changing.

Anyways, today's scent was a combination citrus and vanilla which reminded Raven so much of the summertime. It was her favorite season and she really was sad to see it go. Here in New York, the season was just starting to change into autumn; she could see it in the leaves and feel it as each night it took more and more blankets to keep the pale woman warm in her sleep.

Speaking of cold nights, would a sweater really be enough to keep her warm that night? Her skirt really didn't offer much protection from the elements. Plus, the longer she lingered in the shower, the more convinced she grew of the fact that the outside was going to feel like a blizzard once she left the safety of the bathroom.

Raven rinsed her hair products out before snatching up her toothbrush and toothpaste. She loved brushing her teeth in the shower, despite how weird it may seem to any outsider.

After successfully brushing, flossing, and rinsing, Raven's shower was complete. She turned off the hot water while she still had the willpower to do so. She noticed that the skin on her arm was already turning a bright red. The rest of her body was probably doing the same. The cool air outside would take care of that, though.

Raven hurriedly wrapped her fluffy white robe around her and tied her hair up in a turban she made out of an old oversized t-shirts. This was yet another beauty tip by Rogue: "old t-shirts help stop your hair from breaking! My friend's and I used to do it all the time!"

Raven rolled her eyes. She was certain that it was just another one of Rogue's weird Southern mannerisms. Besides, she hypothesized that, due to her healing factor, any damage her hair would go through would be healed instantly. However, she really didn't feel like getting lectured by her best friend if she just so happened to run into her in the hall on her way back to her room.

The black haired mutant slid the shower curtain open and trudged to the exit. She hesitated when she reached the door, however.

Taking a deep breath, she twisted the knob and pushed the wooden barrier open, cringing as the cold air hit her like a ton of bricks. Every shower ended like this, but Raven could never get used to it. If it was up to her, she would just sit in the hot shower all day long.

Of course, she couldn't make it very far to her room without being stopped by a familiar voice and handsome face.

"Why, mon chere, I had no idea you turned into a lobster! I'm gonna need to grab me some butter." Gambit said in a teasing voice. Raven rolled her eyes. If she didn't know any better, she would've thought he was waiting here for her. However, she did know better and knew the Southern gentleman had more class than to wait outside the ladies room in order to harass the women exiting.

Her old friend reached out and took Raven's dripping wet shower caddy from her, inhaling her scent subtly.

"Ah, oranges and vanilla today? Beautiful choice, mon chere." he commented before pulling away "Mind if I escort ya back to your room? I know there's probably a lot of young men 'round here who would be eager to take advantage of a pretty young woman dressed like you are right now."

Raven rolled her eyes yet again and smiled. As if any of the boys around here would even try to do that. She knew most of them still thought she was some freak, and not in the good way. Plus, if that wasn't enough, they knew Wolverine would find out and their asses would be toast.

"So, your big date with Deadpool is tonight." Gambit remarked as they made their way back to Raven's room "Ya excited, chere?"

Raven smirked, trying to keep her true level of excitement hidden, and shrugged.

"Aw, ya don't have to hide it from me." The former thief said, poking Raven in the side jokingly "Ya can be excited if ya want. Just as long as you're just as excited when I take ya out."

Raven raised and eyebrow and gave him a look that read: "And when will that be?"

Gambit smiled and shoved his free hand into the pocket of his overcoat.

"In due time, chere, good things come to those who wait." he replied. Raven snorted silently as her room's door came into view. In theory, she could go out with Gambit today. She really had no plans until Deadpool came to pick her up. So that was a good couple of hours to kill, but Raven just didn't feel right going out with a guy when she had a date with a different one. Even if they were just friends.

Gambit stepped forward and opened Raven's door for her. She smiled and stepped inside.

"Alright, so I'll see ya around?" he asked, hopefully as Raven reached out for her bag. She nodded, not sure exactly when they would; especially with Deadpool coming around every chance he got.

Gambit smiled happily and gave Raven a small kiss on the cheek, causing her to blush slightly.

"I never get tired of that." he smirked, pointing to her reddening cheeks "See ya later, chere."

And with one final friendly smile and wave, Raven shut her big wooden door and let out an irritated sigh. She really didn't need her hormones acting up right now. What she needed was to get dressed.

She immediately put on her favorite pair of grey sweatpants and her black Punisher tank top; which she had made herself after discovering the vigilante over a year ago. It was time to illustrate some comics!

Raven would've squealed with glee, if she could, as she bounded over to her desk and sat herself down in her office chair. She was really excited about this issue. This was the issue which she first meets Deadpool.

Raven flipped through the pages of her unfinished book. It was just like any other book she had made; filled with mostly dark and monotonous colors that were paired with corresponding depressing panels.

However this one was different. This one had a flash of bright red. A shining beacon of hope and joy, the likes of which Raven had never seen before and was impossible to ignore. And as she began to draw the details on the image of herself pinned underneath this light, Raven began to feel her steady heartbeat morph into a million tiny butterflies and an elated smile etched its way onto her usually stoic features.

Yes, she was certain that not many people viewed Deadpool in this kind of light, but its not like that mattered to her anyways. So far, he has proven himself a hero to her and that was all that mattered.

It wasn't until she began coloring the red of her mercenary's costume when her phone began to vibrate violently next to her. The sudden shock almost caused Raven's marker to slide out of the lines, but thankfully she was changing markers so no panels were harmed.

Raven picked up her phone and unlocked it. It turned out she had quite a lot of text messages that she must've been too zoned out to notice. There was a few from Rogue, a couple from Domino, one from Wolverine, and even a couple from Deadpool; but there was one number without a contact name that troubled her. It was a number she wished she could forget with every fiber of her being.

Her dark eyes narrowed as she replied to the message angrily.

"Where I am is of no concern to you, Summers." she typed "Don't contact this number again or else."

After sending that, she replied rather cheerfully to the other messages she had received, her mind never straying too far from the message from her old mentor. Why, after all these years, would Cable want to contact her now? It probably had to be some "dire event from the future" bullcrap he was awfully fond of. Whatever, Raven had her own issues to deal with here, in the present. It was about time he should understand that.

The black haired girl let out some air from her nostrils and pulled her semi-dry hair back into a low ponytail. Yeah, Rogue said to let it dry completely before pulling it up in order to avoid the dent that would form, but dammit all this hair was getting in the way of important comic book making!

Next panel is going to consist of a close-up of Deadpool's smiling face from Raven's point of view. Raven could see the image so clearly in her head it was almost as if she was reliving it over again.

She gleefully drew the curve of his head, the outline of his chin, and his closed white eyes. Her favorite was filling in the black diamond around his eyes. It seemed so fitting that they were black, or perhaps she was putting way too much symbolism into it. But come on, darkness with a bright light in the middle? It pretty much explained itself.

Her phone vibrated incessantly all the while. She rolled her eyes in irritation. If it was Cable again, she would put a trace on the number, find him, and kill him herself.

Raven unlocked her phone angrily, prepared to send a threatening message, but was pleasantly surprised with a picture message from Deadpool.

It was a self shot of him smiling next to his sniper rifle. Somehow he had managed to get his target in view as well. But that didn't interest Raven as much as the fact that his rifle was covered in stickers that the red mercenary probably got while waiting in line at the grocery store.

"Gettin' some extra dough for tonight!" his caption said. Raven smiled and her body shook in what would've been a giggle. His uncanny ability to make her smile still surprised and amazed her.

"That's great" she typed back "Can't wait to blow it all on food and alcohol we can't get drunk on!"

Her smile widened as she relocked her phone, hoping he would find her message as funny as she did. Gosh, she hadn't felt this way since she was in elementary school.

Raven put the ends of one of her markers in her mouth and chewed on it in thought. Who was her first crush, again? It was some kid she met on the playground during the summer. He was a tourist who was visiting from Canada with his military father and his mother. What was his name? Willy? Wilson? Wilbert? She couldn't tell. It began with a 'w' though.

There was a sudden and desperate pounding at the door, making Raven jolt and drop her marker on the floor. She rushed over to her door, fearing it might be an emergency or someone might be in trouble.

When she answered, she discovered Rogue, who was clearly irritated and very frazzled, standing in the doorway with a look of disbelief on her face. Raven raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what her problem was.

"Don't you give me that look!" the southern girl shouted "Do you have any idea what time it is?!"

Raven shrugged. Rogue sighed irritably and pulled out her phone.

"It is six o' clock! Deadpool's gonna be here in an hour and you don't even have your dress on!" she admonished, showing Raven the screen for proof. Raven's eyes widened in shock. Six already? She hadn't even eaten lunch yet. Man, she really needed to start setting alarms to let her know about feeding times; especially when she got into comic book mode.

Rogue rolled her eyes and pushed herself into Raven's room.

"Alright, alright, don't worry. I'll help ya out. We can still make you look amazing with our limited time schedule." she groaned. Raven smirked and shook her head, shutting the door behind her best friend. She didn't understand why she needed an hour to get ready. All she was doing was putting on a dress and a touch of makeup.

"Ok, so we gotta get you out of those clothes and into this dress. Then we've gotta straighten all that hair cuz I see somebody decided it would be a good idea to put it into a ponytail after a shower!" Rogue listed. Raven shrugged again, pulling her ponytail to the side, and stroking the dark hair lovingly.

"Then we have to moisturize, put on your makeup, make sure your nails are all done, and-"

Raven held up a finger, making her friend stop talking before tapping her wrist knowingly, hoping Rogue would get that she understood the basic concept: a lot of things needed to be done in a short amount of time.

"Alright, you're right." Rogue sighed "No use cryin over spilled milk. Now let's get to it!"

Almost exactly an hour later, Raven stood in front of Rogue for one final inspection. Her dark hair was now completely pin straight and her bangs were swept over to the side and held in place with a Watchmen smiley face barrette. She wore a white, short sleeved button up blouse underneath a blue dress, or at least that what was what Raven called it. She wasn't quite sure what to call it since it was a weird mix between overalls and a skirt. Come to think of it, the only reason it could be considered a dress was because of the straps that held the material on her shoulders and the knee length skirt that flared out only slightly around her pale legs.

Rogue nodded in approval from her place on Raven's bed.

"Mmm, sugar, that dress looks even better on you the second time around." Rogue marveled "Now quick, lemme see your nails."

Raven rolled her eyes and held up her hands. Her nails were no longer black, but instead a classic French manicure. Rogue nodded once again.

"Perfect! Just perfect! Not a chip in sight!" she congratulated herself "I must say, I really outdid myself with ya this time."

Raven smiled and nodded. Despite Rogue's nagging when it came to beauty stuff like this, Raven really was appreciative of her help. She had learned so much about being a woman. It was almost like being a teenager again; except without all the tragic deaths and mercenary training.

"Hey, Raven!" Wolverine's voice echoed up the staircase "Your idiot prince charming is here to pick ya up!"

Rogue squealed in excitement and leapt up off her bed, clapping her hands together happily.

"Oh boy! This is it! Are ya nervous?" she exclaimed. Raven shrugged and looked down at her carpet where her marker still laid. Now that the moment was here, her nerves really started to catch up with her. What if she was too boring for him? What if he didn't like her like that?

Rogue frowned and pulled Raven's face up to meet hers.

"Don't be nervous." she told her dark haired friend "You look fine and you're gonna do fine. He already likes you."

Raven raised her eyebrow. How could she know that? It's not like Rogue and Deadpool had any secret exchanging sessions that she knew about.

"Trust me. I can tell." Rogue assured her "Now, one last dash of perfume and you're good to go!"

Raven smiled and held up her head, exposing her neck. Rogue reached over and snatched some perfume off Raven's windowsill. She sprayed Raven's neck twice and each of her wrists. Raven inhaled the delicious scent of her favorite, and signature, perfume: Daisy by Marc Jacobs.

"Ah! Perfect! Now go on out there and get him, tiger!" Rogue cheered. Raven smiled and hugged her friend, pressing her cheek to hers; not caring if Rogue took some of her power and whatnot. She wanted her friend to truly feel how appreciative she was; plus she knew how much skin on skin contact meant to the fellow mutant.

When she released her from the embrace, Raven felt a bit woozy, but not so bad since she could already feel her healing factor kick in. She smiled one last time at her friend before running excitedly down the hall.

She was thankful Rogue let her wear the red ballet flats she had picked out instead of heels. Despite how awesome she looked in heels, flats were definitely the more casual choice. Plus they made running down the hall to go on her first date ever much more exciting.

"He's waiting for you outside." Wolverine said, as Raven descended her last flight of stairs. Raven nodded and bounded past him. However, she couldn't get very far before she was stopped by his firm grip on her arm.

"You look really nice." he commented "Deadpool really is a lucky guy to have a girl like you like him so much."

Raven smiled fondly at him. She wished she could tell him that she liked him just as much, only in a different way, but that would have to wait until after her surgery.

Raven leaned in and wrapped Wolverine up in a warm embrace. He really had done so much for her and put up with so much of her crap. She really needed to find a way to pay him back somehow.

"I like the red, by the way." he commented upon his release "It's a nice change of pace from all that dark shit you usually wear."

Raven rolled her eyes and planted her now ruby red lips on the side of Wolverine's hairy cheek. The darkness was her thing, at least when she was in X-Man mode...well...she wasn't quite sure if she was an official X-Man, but it made her feel cool.

So with that, she turned and ran out the front door, completely ready to go on her first date.

"Heyyyyyyy, Raven!" Deadpool said, eyeing her up and down "Lookin good."

She blushed. Damn, he looked so cool leaning up against one of the pillars to the mansion. Even if he didn't wear anything special for her, just the fact her was here was enough.

"I would've dressed up, but I had to work overtime at the office." he said, pushing himself off the pillar "But I do know ladies love a man in uniform."

Raven held up a hand to hide her toothy grin. Even if that saying was really meant to be applied towards the men and women in the armed forces, she would agree that it could also be applied to superheroes; .or antiheroes in this case.

Deadpool held out his arm and Raven took it, letting him lead her down the two or three steps onto the main driveway.

"You're chariot, my lady." Deadpool said, bowing and stepping aside to reveal the rusted piece of shit scooter she had fixed up a while ago. Raven raised her eyebrow. She knew it was his scooter and he was full of shit when he lied to her before, but right now she was just trying to put him on the spot.

"Alright, so this thing is my scooter, but Rhino sat on my car a while back and with the economy and whatnot-" he began to explain, but Raven didn't care. She loved scooters and bikes in general. They were way more fun than driving in a car.

She happily skipped over to the red scooter and sat on the back part of it, patting the front part happily. Deadpool grinned and sat down in front of her with the same amount of enthusiasm. He turned the key in the ignition and the rusted red machine rumbled to life.

"I'm glad you like it!" he commented before pointing into the distance "Now to Cony Island! Tallyho!"

Raven almost fell off her scooter. Cony Island was still basically Carnival Island, right? She had never been to that island and hadn't even been to a carnival since she lived in Fenwick. She could hardly contain her joy as she wrapped her arms around Deadpool's waist and set her chin on his shoulder.

"Hold on tight! Since you revamped this hunk of junk, it goes pretty damn fast!" he warned before pulling all the way down on the accelerator, making the scooter squeal off into the sunset.

By the time they parked the scooter, it was just starting to get dark. Darkness wasn't a problem, though. The lights shining from the plethora of rides, games, and concessions were enough to illuminate the whole island on their own.

Raven silently cheered and jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly. This definitely wasn't what she was expecting, but it was so Deadpool! Crazy roller coasters of possible death, unhealthy foods galore, and lots of shooting games to exploit for all of their prizes.

"See? Toldja she would totally love this idea!"

"I believe it was me who suggested this idea first."

"Dudes, shut up. You all know it was completely my idea." Deadpool argued back. Raven heard that and her smile grew even wider, if possible. She threw her arms around her date and squeezed tightly.

"Alright, you win. It was your idea. Hmph."

"Don't be such a baby. After all, she is technically hugging all of us."

("Oh trueeeeeeeee dat!")

Deadpool grabbed Raven's hand and began to lead her through the crowds of people, weaving in and out nimbly.

"Let's hurry up and get on some rides before these voices have a cat fight over who's really dating you right now." he ordered. Raven blushed as she struggled to keep up. She hadn't been in a crowd this large since she lived in Louisiana. She was thankful for Deadpool's current leadership especially when he shoved a group of indecisive teenagers out of the way.

"Move it or lose it! 'Scuse me! Pardon me! Out of the way, grandpa! Got a super hot mute girl with cancer I might score with someday eventually!" he shouted over the throngs of people. Raven smiled and blushed. They were moving too fast for her to be able to even try to communicate a decent apology, but it's not like she would actually mean it. She was actually happy they were getting into the park before all of these lame people.

"So which ride you wanna go on first, my silent princess?" Deadpool asked. Raven bit her lip and looked around. The roller coaster looked like fun, but then again so did the Inverter. The giant swings were a childhood favorite of hers, but the tilt-a-whirl meant she would be pressed against Deadpool constantly and somewhat against her will.

Her eyes widened when she saw her choice. She pointed at it excitedly in the distance. Deadpool raised his eyebrow.

"You sure you wanna go on that one? I mean," he looked at her dress "It's not the best one for a dress."

Raven raised an eyebrow, as if saying "And you are seriously complaining about that?".

"You're right! What the hell are we waiting for! To the Claw it is!" Deadpool exclaimed, pulling Raven through the crowds once more.

The Claw was almost like the Inverter except they were basically being hung from the ride, instead of sitting down. Also, in addition to being flipped upside-down, they were being spun continuously. Raven could feel the anticipation growing within her as she hopped from side to side.

"You gotta pee or something?" Deadpool asked "Cuz there is no way we're getting out of line now! We're next!"

Raven smiled and nodded. He knew she was just excited, but the Merc with a Mouth was not notorious for making plain Jane comments. Besides, even though she couldn't say it, he knew that Raven loved his smartass comments.

"Next!" the attendant shouted. Raven clapped her hands together and the pair ran past the tired looking attendant and to their places on the ride in the red colored seats, duh!

"Here you go, mon chere." Deadpool said in his best Cajun accent as he pulled down Raven's safety bar "Wouldn't want you to fall and crack that pretty little head of yours all over the pavement."

Raven smirked and rolled her eyes, pulling his safety bar down over him as well.

"Ah, good thinking." her date commented "Nothing worse on a first date than fatal injuries. Although, I'm sure I could probably get a hefty settlement from the following lawsuit."

The ride jolted to a start. Raven could hear all the gears turning and the ride began to spin around.

"Oh, this isn't so bad." Deadpool said "Nice and easy and-"

The ride suddenly began to swing back and forth. Raven began to swing her feet happily as they rose higher and higher into the air.

"Ah! It goes upside-down too!?" Deadpool exclaimed. Raven stared blankly at him. He immediately calmed down.

"Uh, I mean, of course it goes upside-down. Here." he grabbed Raven's hand in his "Hold onto me so you don't get scared."

Raven rolled her eyes. By the looks of it, he was either genuinely scared or just being Deadpool. It's not like the reason mattered, they were holding hands and about to go upside-down. Perfect.

Raven's eyes scanned the crowds for a target and narrowed once they found it: a bleach blonde, orange skinned, large breasted, trailer trash looking woman at the corn dog booth. It was almost too perfect.

As the ride flipped upside-down, Raven gathered all of the spit in her mouth, cocked, and fired at the woman. She smiled with glee as she saw her saliva make a direct hit against the woman's temple. If that was a bullet, her brains would be all over the ground by now. That is, if she had any.

"Damn! That was a hell of a shot! Here let me try." Deadpool pulled up his mask to his nose and gathered spit in his mouth as well. Raven knew he was targeting someone, but who. Was it the lady with a baby? How about the completely bald guy that was obviously on steroids by the fun house?

He unloaded his spit and it soared through the air, landing with a perfect splat right on the face of an obviously wasted clown. Raven's face cracked in a smile as the ride descended downwards, her hair blowing in wisps around her face.

"What? You liked that?" Deadpool asked. Raven nodded furiously, wishing she could at least share a laugh with her date.

"Man, this girl is perfect! We hit the jackpot!"

"Yeah, now let's try not to blow it like with Domino."

The ride swung back and forth, slowing down until it reached a complete stop. As the safety bars unlocked, Raven began to notice the stares she and Deadpool were receiving from other people. They were probably wondering what such a normal looking girl was doing with such a strange looking, costume wearing guy. She didn't care though, but she wondered if Deadpool did; or if he even noticed.

"C'mon, let's go on Satan's Gauntlet! That looks like it'll be a killer!" Deadpool exclaimed, pulling Raven out of her seat and running through the crowds.

A few hours and many rides later, Deadpool and Raven found themselves standing in front of the ride they were inevitably going to go on. Deadpool held an extra large soda in one hand and Raven's hand in the other. In her free hand, Raven held a stick of blue cotton candy.

"So...this is it...the tunnel of loooooooove." Deadpool said, staring up at the blinking red and pink lights while slurping on his soda. Raven nodded, sticking another piece of the sugary treat in her mouth. Her heart pounded rapidly inside her chest. She had seen enough classic movies to know what a ride in the tunnel of love would mean. They'd be bombarded with cheesy generic romance music along with socially acceptable images of love, couples in love, deities of love, and so on while sitting in a boat that probably looked like some kind of swan while riding through a trash filled cesspool through a dimly lit corridor.

However, there would come a point in the ride when everything would slow down to a complete stop and all the lights would be turned down even more. They would turn in their seats and look at each other. They would move closer and closer in until finally their lips met in a sweet kiss.

"You wanna go on it? I bet we could freak out a bunch of teenagers trying to get lucky." he suggested. Raven blinked and nodded, a bit disappointed about why he wanted to go on the ride, but still happy to be going on it with him.

They sat down in the swan boat and numbly listened to the safety precautions about keeping their hands and feet inside of the ride at all times. However, those precautions didn't include keeping any projectiles inside the ride either.

Deadpool giggled evilly as he opened the lid to his now empty soda and held it out to Raven.

"Alright, we'll start with ice and then start making creepy ghost noises later. I'll do the moaning and groaning. You can do the ominous clanging of metal objects." he instructed. Raven nodded, a bit sad, as she took a small handful of ice.

"Hey...what's wrong...don't you want to help reduce the number of teenage pregnancies in America?" her date asked. Raven shrugged and mindlessly threw her ice ahead of her. Deadpool set his cup of ice to the side.

"Don't tell me you actually want to ride this one and not to just to ruin some teenager's gropefest?" he asked. She shrugged again and looked over at the passing romantic scenery. What else did she expect from a mentally unstable guy such as Deadpool? Maybe Rogue, Remy, and Wolverine were right: maybe a relationship with Deadpool would never work.

Deadpool let out a heavy sigh and put an arm around Raven's shoulder. She looked up at him quizzically.

"For this one ride, we won't dick around with anyone." he relented "It'll be just you and me in this tunnel of love."

Raven smiled as she shifted her body to fit more closely with the man sitting next to her. Here in his arms, she felt so safe and happy. It was as if they were both just two normal people on a date, just like the teenagers in front of them.

"Say, if I said you had a nice body...would you hold it against me?" Deadpool asked, breaking out into giggling. Raven smiled as well, pushing herself closer to him.

Everything in the tunnel was just as she imagined. A few cupids here, a few love birds there, and a bunch of differently sized hearts all accompanied by unidentifiable generic romantic music. Everything was just as she predicted, except Deadpool's hand stopped holding hers. It started to roam up her arm and to her cheek.

He gently pulled her face towards his. Her heart pounded with anticipation. This was it. His mask was up just enough to reveal his scarred lips. They were going to kiss, she just knew it. Their lips would meet and the same electricity that was generated between them with their first kiss would be restarted right here and now in this dinky little boat.

"So, I guess this is the part where we suck faces?" Deadpool asked. Raven grinned and touched the side of his face, wishing she could be touching his bare skin instead.

"Quit dicking around and just kiss her already!"

"Good point." he mumbled before closing the gap between them. Raven let out a sigh of happiness as she pulled him in closer.

"Dude, think she'll let us get some tongue?"

"We won't know until we try!"

Deadpool pinched Raven's side, making her open her mouth in a gasp. It was all the opportunity he needed to slide his tongue in her mouth. They battled for what seemed like an eternity before pulling away with no clear victor. Each of them were panting slightly due to lack of air.

"Dude...that was..."

"Unreal." Deadpool finished. That kiss, much like the other, was unlike anything he had ever known. For the first time since he was a kid, he actually felt tipsy. Were liquor filled kisses another one of Raven's powers that nobody knew about?

Raven blushed and pulled some stray hair behind her ear. That kiss was ten times better than the last. If his grooved lips against her smooth ones weren't enough to drive her wild, then his surprisingly smooth tongue caressing every inch of her mouth was.

"So, um, you want me to go win you a bunch of shit you don't need?" he asked. Raven closed her eyes and smiled, nodding her head. He could've suggested robbing a bank and she still probably would've said yes. But what do you expect from a girl who just got a kiss so hot it would make the surface of the sun seem cold?

Later, Raven and Deadpool sat across from each other with nothing but a milkshake and a funnel cake between them. They were drinking the chocolatey ice creamy goodness out of matching candy cane colored straws. Both of them held their chins up by one hand and held each others hand in another. Both had dreamy looks in their eyes.

"Have I ever told you that you're my favorite mute girl?" Deadpool asked. Raven smiled and blushed, halting her sipping for a brief moment to try and keep her chocolate drink from squirting out of her nose.

Deadpool's eyes scanned the surrounding area. So far, tonight was going without a hitch: ride on all the awesome rides, get a smoking hot kiss on the tunnel of love, eat sugary treats, then win Raven a shit ton of stuffed animals. There was just one more thing.

"Oh! That's it! Let's take her in there!"

"You sure?" the mercenary asked in a tone only low enough for him to hear.

"For once, I have to agree. It really is awesome. Now, hurry up, you dolt! Before a huge line forms!"

"Quick!" Deadpool exclaimed, pulling Raven from the table "Come with me! I have the best idea!"

Raven's body shook in a silent giggle as she weaved in and out of people, with her whole armful of her prizes in her free hand.

"Here!" Deadpool shoved Raven into the tiny photo booth "Hurry up and get comfy! These things start shooting right after I give it money!"

Raven smiled again as she scooted over in the small stool so her date could sit down, letting her pile of animals tumble to the floor. Even though the tiny area smelled like vomit, cotton candy, and sweat; Raven couldn't have been happier to be stuck in such a small space with the man who had given her the most perfect night of her life. And now she was going to have pictures to remember it for all eternity.

"Get ready to smile!" Deadpool exclaimed, settling in his seat and wrapping his arms around the black haired girl.

As the camera began to snap shots of the couple, Deadpool and Raven began making funny faces and poses. By the time the camera stopped clicking, their eyes met and their faces were inches apart. Without saying another word, Deadpool entangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her closer; closing the gap between them. Raven kissed back with earnest, seeing the bright flash of the last camera bulb through her closed eyelids.

As the kiss deepened, Raven could feel Deadpool's hands start to roam. She didn't care, though. Everything just felt so right in this moment; as if they fit together like a puzzle that had lost it's piece.

"How about...we take this back to your place..." Deadpool panted, leaning his forehead against hers "I'd take you to mind, but I kinda have a ceiling iss-"

Her lips were back on his before he could finished. Her fingers grasped the fabric of the back of his mask, pulling him close. When they pulled away, Deadpool blinked dumbly.

"So, I'll get the scooter warmed up, then?"

Raven and Deadpool burst into Raven's room, vigorously kissing each other, Deadpool spun Raven around and pinned her against the door, causing it to slam shut. They giggled mischievously as Raven locked the door behind her. It was well beyond two o'clock in the morning, but they were both too distracted to notice.

"Mmmm, baby, your boobs are awesome!" Deadpool moaned into Raven's neck as he massaged her breasts. Raven smiled, and pulled the straps of her dress down; wiggling out of the soft blue material with ease. Deadpool grinned and nimbly unbuttoned her white shirt.

"Damn! Just as nice as I remember!" he commented, his fingers wiggling underneath the white lace material. Raven gasped, clutching at his hands. Deadpool grinned.

"I think I wanna see these glorious titties in the light of the full moon." he nodded over to Raven's now moonlit bed "How about we move this venue to am area with more ideal lighting."

Raven smiled and wrapped her legs around Deadpool's waist, kissing him with everything she had. She wanted to say everything she couldn't through this kiss. She wanted him to understand.

Somehow, Deadpool managed to carry Raven over to the bed without dropping her; even though he did trip over a few of the discarded stuffed animals along the way, and they both fell onto the bed with their lips still locked in place.

Raven looked up at Deadpool lovingly. She wished desperately to see his face; to see all of him. Even if the rest was just as scarred as his lips and chin were.

While he was distracted by trying to get her bra off, she tried to pull his mask up just a bit higher. However, she was stopped by his hands on hers.

"Look, Raven, I really like you and all and I've been having a great time, but I really don't think that'll be a good idea." he said, pulling away from her. Raven furrowed her brow. How did this guy expect to get laid if he wouldn't take off his costume?

"It's just not pretty under there and-" Raven silenced her talkative date with a sweet kiss. He didn't need to explain. She could respect and understand his reasoning without him having to explain it continuously. All she wanted was for him to stay with her and feel just as happy as she did.

"Man, you really are a cool chick." Deadpool commented when she pulled away. Raven shrugged with a fake sense of inflated ego and pulled the blue quilt over them. She curled up next to him, wrapping her arms around him in the same position they were in last time they were in this situation.

Deadpool yawned tiredly and wrapped his arms around his date protectively. Once again, another night with Raven that didn't end in sex. But, for the first time, his reasonings for being with this girl wasn't simply to see her naked or fuck her. For the first time, he wanted her to genuinely be attracted to his appearance. He didn't want her to fake it or just begrudgingly accept it. He wanted her to want him.

Deadpool smirked as Raven's soft breathing indicated to him that she was sleeping. He took one of his gloved hands and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. Even though it was hot as hell under that blanket with his costume on, he didn't have the heart to tell her. It was the first time anyone genuinely seemed to care about him. It was such a weird feeling, but something he could get used to.


Songs Used:

Perfect Day by Hoku

Semi-Charmed Life by Third Eye Blind

Misery Loves Its Company by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus