Not a Hero but a Merc (Deadpool Male Reader X BNHA Vol. 1) [Completed]

Chapter 29: Fuck Francis - Part 1

(Y/N)'s POV

Well after all the charade that I done last night, I need to stay low so that sardine of a man turns super sardine and sucker punch me like Jotaro did to a famous singer. It was almost midnight as Mt. Lady parked her car at a secluded apartment in some place.

"Sorry about bleeding in of your leather seat," I pointed out which she just deadpanned at me for it. "Seltzer water and lemon for blood. Whoo! Some kinds of anger can't be managed. Like the kind where your year-long plan ends with wrong guy getting dismembered!"

"Which is you..." Mt. Lady said as she got out of car. I jumped out her car as we both made our way to her house.

"You leave here?"

"Well, been leaving here since I was a kid. All that money that I made goes to fixing this place up."

"Aww, you bring your scandal which me to your house. What we gonna do? Netflix and chill?"

"I wish-" She stopped mid-sentence which caught me off guard. She blushed in red as she realized what she said. "I mean, in your dream!"

"Wait did you just-" She just ignores me and walked inside her house. I followed her from back as I made my way to her couch, throwing off my bad and plumps myself on it.

"When it comes time for licking wounds, there's no place like home..." I smiled as I keep laying on the couch.

"Which is my home..." She insisted and opened up her mask and put it on the table. She made her ways to the fridge and pull out some bottles of root beer from it and put it on the table in front me. "Here. At least freshen up a bit."

"Truth to be told, I been here before."

"What?"

"Well, when you're not home...I visit this place a couple of time to meet someone the readers have met."

"How many time do I tell you to knock the damn door, (Y/N)." We both heard the voice coming from behind as it's none other than the old blind lady from the laundry mat, Al.

Flashback

"God I miss cocaine." She said as she put some of the clothes in the washing machine while Mt. Lady in her casual clothes looking through her phone.

"Her." I pointed out before gasping. "Ah! Fourth wall break in a fourth wall break? That's like...sixteen walls!"

I think it's more of an eight.

No, it's 44!

"How's that even make any sense?!"

Flashback over

"Al, you know this boy?" Mt. Lady asked the blind woman as she sat on the single couch next to us.

"I know that fucker who always come and steal all my yogart." Al plainly said with slight anger.