AN: Tumblr prompt: Danny meets Deadpool
Drabble 14-Deadpool
The night sky was bright with stars out in the desert. Granted, Danny was dying from the heat, but thanks to his ghost half he was able to hold out longer than most people. And since it was night, it was cold, which was a major comfort . The soft breeze surrounded him like a cozy blanket, making him feel more secure. And he's sure he would be able to sleep, just starring at the stars, if it hadn't been for one person who never seemed to shut up.
"Wade, come on, man, we gotta get back tomorrow. I can't fly from Nevada to New York running on empty," Danny said tiredly, rolling over at his singing friend. Deadpool just shrugged and started singing, but softer. Danny could still hear him clearly as day though. Then, after making eye contact with a tired, irritated Danny, he stopped. Danny let out a sigh of relief and rolled back over onto his back. He tucked his arms under his head and starred at the stars, appreciating the fact that he could see so many of them…Ever since he moved to New York after the Amity Disaster there wasn't a lot he could experience. The light pollution was to bad. But out here…He couldn't think of a better place to be.
"So, you know a lot about the stars, right?" Deadpool asked, taking off his mask and looking sincerely at Danny, who nodded his response, not bothering to make eye contact. No, if he did that he would have to take his eyes away from their busy task of tracing Perseus as he played out a valiant battle in his head, going over some sword strokes he had learned from Pandora in the Zone.
"Uh, yeah. I always waned to be an astronaut, actually. I never got to though…" Danny held up a glowing, green fist, wondering why he was telling Wade all of this. They weren't friends, but then again they weren't enemies either. Something in between, but with more sarcasm and Mexican food. Okay, so they leaned a little more towards friends, but that didn't mean Danny trusted him with these kinds of things…
Deadpool, for the first time that night, was silent for more than a whole minute. Then he flopped down next to Danny. Close, but still far enough away to be considered platonic. Deadpool didn't want to invade the teen's personal space in a weird way. Obnoxious way, sure, but not the creepy way.
"I wanted to be a a firefighter or a police officer as a kid, you know? Something that would have made somebody proud. But after the military, I didn't wan to fight, but I got to bored not fighting so I became a mercenary. I was going to settle down eventually, maybe find a real job…And then I got cancer. And ugly. I look like Freddy Krueger face fucked a topographical map of Utah, according to one of my friends."
Now that was an image he didn't need to see. But he wasn't wrong, either, and that small fact fucked Danny up.
"I just wanted to get away from the constant ghost hunting. I didn't even believe they ere real until I got turned into one." That was the first time Danny had ever admitted that. It felt nice to finally get that unknown weight off of his chest.
"The irony must have really hurt," Deadpool quipped.
"Yeah, no kidding," Danny laughed. It was weird, being totally relaxed. He hasn't felt this chill (hah) since before the accident. It was nice to just lay down and talk about whatever the fuck he wanted, not just ghosts and super villains. It was comforting, in a way.
They sat there for a little while longer in silence, but it wasn't the kind of silence where it felt like you had to say something. It was calm, and relaxing. Before he knew it, Danny drifted off into a restful sleep, and Deadpool protectively watched over him.
His friend.