AN: Oh my god... I'm so sorry this one wasn't uploaded ion Friday. It just completely skipped my mind because... I got some bad news about me cat. They're gonna have to amputate one of his back legs on Monday. But hey, he's still alive and a three legged cat is better then no cat! Anyway...
I find that this chapter is quite fun. It was defiantly quite fun to write. And now that I've got this chapter up, there will be a flurry of new DeviantART posts!
Chapter eleven
A few weeks later
It was Halloween. I loved Halloween. It was my favourite holiday, apart from Christmas. I didn't care much for Thanksgiving, I wasn't American, but I loved Halloween. Back in England tradition was that you would wear a particularly scary costume. Here you could practically wear anything. I could go out in my full Asgardian Armour, weapons and all, and people would think it was just a really great Loki costume. But I wasn't going to do that, not this year.
"I don't know why you're trying so hard." Wade said as he sat in my living room. I was whizzing all over the place, getting stuff ready for my costume. I had moved back into my old apartment. SHIELD had finally got round to fixing it. Now it was as good as new.
"Halloween is fun!" I said. "You could go out without your mask on and people wouldn't care." Wade hardly ever wore his mask around me anymore. The only exception was when were out in public (which didn't happen a lot) or when we were fighting some bad guy (which happened a lot).
"I'm not going to do that." He said, shaking his head. "So, if you are going out then, what wacked out weirdo are you going as this year?"
I laughed. "I'm so glad you asked it like that," I said, not giving him room to reply. "You."
Wade blinked. "Me? Why me?" He asked. He both sounded and looked surprised.
"Because I can." I said. "Superheroes and vigilantes are quite popular to dress up as. I bet there'll e a couple of me's walking around somewhere. If you're coming out with me then just go out as you are, people will be none the wiser."
"If you're going out that so am I." Wade decided.
"Great, just a fair warning though, you're going to be dragged around to various clubs with me. I've got quite a few venues on tonight." I warned.
"If you're going as me then are you going in one of my costumes?" He asked.
I grimaced. Instead of saying several vulgar reasons why I would prefer to spend a night in the sewer than wear one of his costumes. Instead I said, "No, they're too baggy on me. I made one especially for myself."
"Ohh, can I see?"
"I'll get changed in a minute."
"Ohh, can I see?"
I flashed him a glare. "Stay here." I said and walked into my bedroom. I locked the door just to be sure. I had created the costume a couple of days earlier by using several sketches and my power to bring it out of paper. It was a perfect fit. I even had a mask.
It looked almost identical to Wade's, but mine was fitted for me and my mask had a hole near at the back of my head for a pony tail. I also had heels on. They weren't too high, but they made me almost as tall as him. I clipped on the belt (with pouches of course). I then slipped on the gauntlets for my forearms and the protective shin pads around my shins.
"Ta-daa!" I said walking into the living room. My voice was muffled because of the mask and my breath clouded in front of my face under the material. That was going to be annoying. I was singing all night.
Wade stood up, "Wow," He said. "You look even better than I do. And that's my costume!"
I laughed at him. "Do you like it?" I asked and twirled. My pony tail whipped around behind me.
"Hmm, do I like it?" He asked himself. "I like a lot of things. But this seems to top them all. I think that's a definite yes."
"Thanks." I chuckled. It's not every day you're costume gets praised by the person you're going as.
"Do you really have to go out tonight?" Wade asked. "We could have another movie night!"
"If you want, you can stay here. I need to go out. I'm running low on cash and this month's bill is coming up." I said. Wade scoffed. He couldn't believe I wouldn't just use my power and be done with it. "I like contributing to society." I wrinkled my nose. "How do you even speak like this all of the time?"
Wade shrugged, "You get used to it, I guess."
I checked the time. "I really need to get going." I said and grabbed my hand bag from where it was hanging on the edge of a chair. I went around the apartment, finding my keys, my phone and my wallet.
"Do we really have toooo? There are better things we could be doing." He whined.
"I keep telling you." I said and grabbed some lipstick. There was no way I was going to sing with the bottom half of my mask on at least. "I'm going out and getting money my way. You don't get paid being a superhero, you know. And besides, there's this Zombie chase thing happening in Central Park. Some theatre group that's putting it on and I think it sounds good."
"Well in that case, you're costumes not finished." He said. I stopped and sighed.
"What have I missed?" I asked. I hoped it was nothing big.
"The one greatest thing of all time and you costume is missing them. I'm honestly not sure how you could miss it but you are." I gave him a look that saidget to the point. "Weapons," He said. "What kind of Deadpool doesn't have weapons?"
I went over to my drawing desk. I didn't really want to be carrying two swards and two guns around with me all night, but Wade was right, it sort of was essential to the costume. I shuffled through some papers on my writing desk. I had done several sketches of Deadpool and his weapons out of boredom. I found one of the katanas that were particularly good, with the holder. Then I found the guns and the holders that went around my thighs. I fished them out of the paper and strapped them on.
I gave another twirl to Wade. "Better?" I asked.
Wade already had his mask on. "Much. Now you look good enough to be part of the Deadpool Corps! Let's go."
Thankfully we got to the first venue on time. Deadpool got picky as to which cab he wanted to take. He kept whining about not wanting to go out. I ignored him for the most part, but I practically had to drag him by the hand to get anywhere. It was like having to look after a toddler constantly.
I got a lot of admiring glances from other people in costumes. Deadpool glared at every one of them. I guess he thought they were admiring somethingelse. I don't know why he bothered. It's not like we were dating or anything. I had to drag him away every time I thought he would start a fight. I did notwant to get arrested tonight.
As we neared the club in Brooklyn, I fished my special pass out of my handbag. The club had given it to me earlier. It was get me through the door without me needing to pay or even wait in line. I flashed it at the bouncer as we neared and pulled my mask up off of my face to show him. The bouncer nodded my through. I walked past and Deadpool followed.
The bouncer put a hand up in front of Deadpool. "This guy needs to get in line and pay." He said.
"He's with me." I said, that's what people usually say in these situations right?
"He still needs to pay."
I sighed and slinged my bag off of my shoulder. I grabbed my wallet and gave the bouncer the entrance fee and a little extra to make sure Deadpool didn't have to wait. The bouncer waved us through.
"You didn't have to do that." Deadpool said as we got inside. I peeled my mask back down.
"I did if you were planning on starting a fight." I said. "I bet you didn't bring any money with you any way. And besides, I don't want to get arrested tonight."
"So what if I started a fight?" Deadpool asked. "I start fights all the time. And they always end in my favour."
"Well that's true." I muttered and made my way to the bar. Deadpool kept by my heels as I weaved through people. There were quite a few people in here already, but I had seen the line outside and it had been massive.
As we neared the bar I pulled my mask back up again. "Hey, I'm Madison, I've been hired to play here tonight." I said to the bartender.
"Hey," He said. "Cool costume."
"Thanks." I said. I glanced at Deadpool, who was already glaring at him. "Uhh, shall I just get set up on stage now?"
"I'll have someone sent over to set it up. Wait until the club fills up a bit. But in the meantime, have some fun." He replied.
"Oh, thanks." I said. Deadpool was still glaring at him. I nudged Deadpool. "Cut it out." I warned.
I heard Deadpool mutter something under his breath. I pulled him away and found an empty table by the side of the dance floor. "What is with you?" I hissed at him. "Why are you glaring at everyone?"
He gave me a look. "Everyone's staring at you."
"Yeah, I've noticed, but they might all be staring at the costume." I said. "And you should know, I can handle myself more than well enough."
"I know, I know." He said, holding his hands up. "You're the queen of scary-as- $%&. But I just don't like it."
"Oh, you don't like anything." I muttered. The club was filling up fast and I saw all manner of costumes. Zombies, witches, mummies, I even saw a girl dressed as Loki and someone dressed as Deadpool. There were the Avengers and The Justice League, and any other group costume you could think of. Some costumes were immensely cool, others just weren't.
Someone bumped into me. "Oh! Sorry!" They said immediately. I turned around to face them. "Oh, cool costume!" I laughed. The girl who had bumped into me was dressed as a devil. But it wasn't a slutty costume. It looked like it was home made. She had a mask that covered the top half of her face and curled into horns. It looked as though it had been hand coloured in red. She was wearing a red top under a dress that looked like it was just a piece of velvety material that had been wrapped around her neck in an X fashion. She had black leggings and black boots on.
"Thanks, yours is cool too." I said.
"Oh thanks. It's the same one I wear every year. Hey, you sound familiar." She said.
"I sing in clubs all the time." I informed her.
She gasped in recognition, though I still had no idea who she was. "Are you Madison?" She asked.
Deadpool raised an eyebrow at me. He didn't know what to make of this current conversation and I hoped he would stay quiet. I ignored him and replied, "Yes, I am. You know me?"
The girl lifted her mask up and in the dim light I made out blue eyes, short red hair and a whole lot of freckles. "You helped my friend Vanessa sing at one point."
"Oh, Vanessa!" I said in sudden remembrance. Deadpool still had no idea what was going on, but I did. Vanessa was the timid girl from the karaoke bar. "How is she?"
"You can ask her yourself if you want to." The devil girl said. "We're all here tonight." She didn't sound very happy about it.
"Sure, where is she?" I asked, getting up. Deadpool followed my example.
"Over here." The devil girl said and walked through the crowd to a rather crowded, high table. Everyone was standing around it. "Hey, Vee, remember Madison?"
I spotted Vanessa standing on the other side of the table. She was dressed all in black. Black jeans, black boots, black top. It strangely suited her.
"Hey!" I said and pulled my mask up.
"Oh, hi!" Vanessa said. "I love your costume."
"Thanks, yours is pretty cool too." I said, even though I had no idea what it was.
"Uhh, what is it?" Deadpool asked instead. I gave him a look and in return he gave me his 'whaaaat?' shrug.
"Um, I'm a Necromancer." She replied, her voice barely audible.
"What's that?" Deadpool asked.
"They control darkness as if it were magic." I answered for her. The poor girl looked terrified. I had met a couple of Necromancers before. They were nasty.
"Oh right." Deadpool said. He didn't seem that impressed.
"So who are your friends? I didn't get their names last time." I asked. There were a few new faces as well.
"This is Ruby." Vanessa said, gesturing to the girl dressed as the devil. "This is Annabeth and her boyfriend Tom." Annabeth was the frizzy haired blond from the karaoke bar. She was dressed as Luna Lovegood from Harry Potter and Tom had a fake moustache and a sombrero. You could tell who had put effort into their costumes. "This is Piper." Piper was the round faced brunette. She was currently dressed as the mad hatter from Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. "And Alex is around here somewhere."
"Who's Alex?" I asked. There wasn't anyone else at the table.
"I am." Someone said and pushed through the last person to get to the table. The boy who spoke sat down next to Vanessa. The girls looked at him with barely hidden distaste, but Tom didn't really mind. And well... Alex was short to say the least. Deadpool found this the funniest thing ever.
"HAHAH!" He laughed, and laughed, and laughed. I could barely stop myself from smiling, so I rolled my mask back down to hide my amusement.
"What's so funny?" Alex asked. It sounded like he had a polish accent.
"You're..." Deadpool said between giggles, "You're so... tiny!" He laughed.
"How is that funny?" Alex asked angrily. Ruby was barely containing her laughter. Annabeth and Piper were smiling at Deadpool and Tom was trying very hard not to laugh.
Deadpool just kept laughing. He had already doubled over and started to hold his stomach. I thought that he had begun to hyperventilate.
Alex, I noticed, looked incredibly moody. Whether it was because Deadpool couldn't stop laughing or whether it was because of something else, I didn't know. He also seemed to be having a silent conversation with Vanessa, but Ruby had already started babbling onto Vanessa about something. Annabeth was talking with Tom and Piper was just looking like she did not want to be here.
"Wade?" I murmured to him. He had stopped making actual noise and was almost on the floor, his body shook uncontrollably. "You're not dying are you?" I asked.
"No..." He barely said.
I ignored him for the most part and turned to the group of friends.
"What are you supposed to be anyway?" Alex asked me.
"I'm Deadpool." I replied.
"I thought Deadpool was a guy." He said.
"Oh, he is, I thought it would just be cool to dress up like him." I explained.
"You don't look much like him."Alex replied. "And what's your friend supposed to be any way?"
"He's Deadpool as well." I said. The real Deadpool, I added in my head. The real Deadpool was still laughing.
"That's stupid, why are you both Deadpool?" Alex asked. I didn't like the tone he was using.
"Well," Deadpool said, popping up next to me. All of the girls except Ruby jumped. I was long since used to Deadpool's weird ways. "I'm actually Deadpool. She just decided to copy me."
"You're not the real Deadpool." Alex remarked.
"Oh, but I am." Deadpool insisted. I nudged him. I did not want SHIELD to turn up tonight. I gave him a warning glare, which was hard to do under the mask. He gave me the 'whaaaat?' look.
"Prove it." Alex said.
"Fine." Deadpool replied. That wasn't good. I saw Deadpool reach up and grab the hilt of one of his swords. I knew what was going to happen next. He was probably going to decapitate Alex.
"OOOOK!" I said, stopping Deadpool from taking out his sword. "I think it's time for me to go up on stage, but before I do, could you grab me a coke from the bar?" I asked him.
Deadpool blinked. "Uhh, ok." He said. He let go of the sword hilt. I gave him a couple of dollars and he went off into the crowd. I breathed out a sigh of relief.
Ruby slid next to me. "Are you two going out?" She asked me quietly.
"What?" I asked. The question caught me off guard. "No." I said. "Does it really look that way?"
"Kind of, yeah." Ruby replied. "It looks like you've got him wrapped around your little finger."
"Well, we're not dating." I said. I couldn't imagine dating Deadpool. It would probably be fun but... dangerous.
"Shame, I think you two would be cute together." Ruby whispered and giggled. I seriously didn't know where this was coming from. She took a sip of her drink before murmuring to me, "Of you don't want him, can I have him?"
I didn't have an idea how to reply.
"Uhh..."
"Sooo, they didn't have any coke, but they had Pepsi." Deadpool said as he came back to the table.
"Thanks." I said and took the drink. "I honestly can't tell the difference." I rolled the bottom of my mask up. I took a sip. It tasted fine.
"Are you singing tonight?" Piper asked me. "It's just that I remember how well you did at the other club."
"Yeah, I am. Thanks by the way." I replied.
"What are you singing?" Annabeth asked me.
"Some Arctic Monkeys, some Florence and the Machine, they're my favourite bands." I said. "I can take requests if you want. I'll sing it if I know it. I have this weird ability to remember a song after listening to it only a couple of times."
"And some other weird abilities too." Deadpool muttered, referencing to my powers. I didn't want anyone to know about them so I stomped on his foot as a warning. "Oww..." He grabbed his foot.
"What'd you say?" Ruby asked.
"Oh, he said nothing." I waved my hand.
"Actually I said-"
"Shut up."
"Why do you keep tell me to do stuff?"
"'Cause I can."
"You're mean. You're like the meanest person I know apart from cows."
"I thought we had already established this."
"It still doesn't make sense why you need to boss me about."
"Uhh... Madison?" The bartender from before asked.
"Yes?" I asked, grateful for the break in the conversation.
"I win." Deadpool muttered.
"We're ready for you now."The bartender said.
"Oh thank you." I said. I put on some of the lipstick I had in my bag and started to walk to the stage. Deadpool started to follow me. "Ah, you stay here."
"Aww, but I wanna come!" Deadpool whined.
"Stay here, I don't want you starting a fight in the mosh pit." I said. I followed the bartender to the stage, weaving between skeletons, witches and zombies. There were a lot of zombies.
"Are you ok up there or do you need me to come up and introduce you?" The bartender asked. I stepped on to the stage.
"I'm fine thanks." I said. I rolled up my mask and plugged the iPod in.
"Hey!" I said into the microphone to get everyone's attention. It worked. "I'm tonight's entertainment! I'm singing and yes I am Deadpool. I know my costumes cool."
"It's my costume!" Deadpool shouted from the table.
"Shut up, Wade!" I jokingly shouted back. A few people in the crowd laughed "Anyway, I'll be singing tonight so I hope you like it." I turned around to the iPod to press play but I quickly said into the microphone, "Oh it's from a player so... music!" I clicked play for the first song.
I had already prepared a playlist of songs with the singers muted. My first song was Do I Wanna Know? by the Arctic Monkeys. Quite a few people liked it. It wasn't a very easy song to dance to but I snapped my fingers along with the beat. I went straight onto R U Mine? Also by the Arctic Monkeys and it was on the same album. It was bit heavier than any of their other songs on the album, but everyone liked it, so that was fine. I went on to play Bedroom Hymns by Florence and the Machine. I like that song a lot and so I just had fun. It was all going great, until Deadpool started a fight.
AN: Check out this link to see Ink's badass Deadpool costume! art/Ink-in-her-Halloween-Costume-520048473