The Name is Wayde Wilson
The Blissful Darkness was a comfort after a Night of drinking, to some it was an escape of the dull life, except it was a night of fun for the youth of life...
"Hey, who turned off the lights!?" frowning as eyes remained heavy, feeling of a body returned as the voice continued.
"No seriously, who turned off the lights, I want to see my huge schlong when taking a piss" giving a groan as the body moved to lie on the back, a raspy voice responded in annoyance.
"Please, shut up whoever that is" getting a squawk from the voice before brown eyes snapped open as a figure of shadows stood over him, shaking him violently.
"WAKEY WAKEY HAND SOFF SNAKEY!" sending a right cross that sent the figure flying, a man of twenty years shot to his feet with his body taking a boxing stance, a stance the figure mimicked.
Which caused them both to pause as they mirrored each other, all the while brown eyes began to recognise the ghostly figure before him as his infamous suit finally solidified.
"What the, why do you look like my old handsome face before the cancer kicked in?" blinking at Wade Fucking Wilson who pointed at him with an accusing finger, brown eyes stared down at they're own hands in confusion.
"Your body, excuse me but all I remember is drinking myself dead on the side of a freeway... oh wait that was also when I took a jump" looking down in thought, Wayde spoke with a sympathetic voice.
"Was it for a girl?" giving the ghost a sigh, brown eyes looked for a mirror.
"Yeah, found out she was fucking my best friend" getting a hiss of understanding from Deadpool, he followed brown eyes to the Bathroom where the young man stared with relief at not possessing a fugly face (HEY!?) giving the ghost a frown, Deadpool spoke.
"Who you calling Fugly?" giving the ghost a look, Brown eyes spoke with a grin.
"Definitely not myself" getting a narrowed look, Wayde raised his right fist and punched himself in the face, leaving brown eyes confused as the Merc blinked at feeling nothing.
"HUH, thought that would work?" Looking to his right hand again, Wayde slapped Brown eyes who recoiled.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" looking up as Deadpool loomed over him, the ghostly Merc spoke.
"Enough playing around, who are you kid, because somehow, someway... you got into my body, and the last time someone did that they went insane and don't even get me started on how you fixed my face" blinking up at the gloved finger pointing between his eyes, brown eyes spoke.
"My name is Wayde Winston" getting a confused look from the mask, Deadpool spoke.
"You have all but my last name?"
"Hey, where I'm from, you're entire universe was a way to escape reality until all the Woke and Diversity bullshit took over, hey if we find out a Bob Iger exists can we kill him?" getting a confused stare, Deadpool pointed to Wayde as he got up.
"UH, newsflash kid, you're Body, From what I can tell I have barely any control of it" moving his hand through Wayde's chest, Deadpool spoke.
"Huh, squishy" giving a yell as Wayde walked through him, it was this moment he took stock of his attire... and room.
Stepping to a Desk with books of a college student, the two stared at the sight with Wayde spotting a Photo of himself hugging... wait, was that a teenage Harley Quinn before going all crazy, taking the photograph to look at the date, Deadpool spoke up as he leaned on Wayde's shoulder.
"Didn't she lose contact after going to college for her doctrine?" staring at the photo Wayde frowned before looking for a more recent looking photo to look over the dates, finding a calendar on a wall, Wayde and Deadpool stared at a lack of things marked, the two perked up suddenly as a phone went off, patting himself down before realising he was in a set of boxers and singlet, Wayde turned and found the phone on the floor beside the bed.
Grabbing the device to check the caller, instead it was an alert of a police Scanner... of Gotham City.
"Wait, Gotham city, I thought I was in Marvel?" getting an "Eh?" from Deadpool as the ghost sat on the top of a bookshelf like a cat, Wayde looked through the phone after guessing the passcode, his eyes gradually widened at finding a brief history of this Wayde, apparently this guy who was now dead, no way to look at it differently, this guy was an extremely distant cousin of James Howlet judging by the messages in the texts, also on a side note, this Wayde had a good relation with Wolverine, if you ignore the threatening texts of disembowelment from annoyances and flirting with X-23 who went by the name Laura… Hmmmm, perverted fanboy coming out right now. On another note!
Looking down in thought while seeing a Serrated Knife in a holster, Wayde took the knife with a focused glean as Deadpool sat on his shoulder the size of a pixie.
"I know what you're thinking, so GO NUTS!" grinning while stabbing himself in the throat, Wayde Blinked as blood filled his windpipe as he removed the metal, the man stood gagging before he swallowed a glob of blood as his throat healed within seconds.
Rubbing his neck with a wide grin of excitement, the door to the apartment got a loud knock, it was that moment the two spotted Deadpool's costume hanging from a coat hanger.
Sharing a look with Deadpool who had clung to the ceiling like a certain wall crawler, the two shared a grin.
Pants muscle tight, Check.
Under armor tight, Check,
Mask... Check.
Looking over himself in the mirror while ignoring the door being knocked once more, Wayde frowned at feeling like a copy-cat.
Looking around the apartment for something, a Black Jacket with red lines running to the cuffs of the sleeves, Wayde took the piece of clothing to look it over, he looked to his chest to see Deadpool's insignia before he tore it off, ripping the string from it, Wayde got to work modifying the Jacket.
Stepping away from the ledge of the Apartment building while fixing leather gloves, Wayde now wore a Red and Black jacket with Deadpool's Logo on the Back, the old costume still present, Wayde looked over the city of Gotham while loading a Handgun with instinct not from his old life, Wayde shared a look with Deadpool before both spotted the Bat signal in the clouds above.
Looking to the Phone as it showed coordinates from a Blocked number. Deadpool 2.0 fixed his collar before he set the Coordinates into once again a surprise, Stark Maps...
Yeah this was gonna be a fun ride.
"Look out world, a New Merc with a mouth is gonna kick as and take said ass of any Villainess!"