“I know it’s a little strange, for the guy who flies around like a bird to own a cat, but I found him setting off a perimeter alarm while on patrol. He was all thin and sick and, well… I got attached. And hell, I’m down for irony. So, yeah, the Falcon has a cat.”
Sam is a soft touch for poor, neglected creatures turning up on his doorstep. He lets the cat chase Redwing around for fun and exercise.
“wade wilson/reader fluffy morning sex ?”
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that’s five fics. Sorry for blowing up your dash.
You hated mornings.
As a somewhat functioning adult living in the daily grind, you knew early mornings were a requirement to have some kind of income. Before you met Wade, that’s all there really was: the daily grind. Since he walked into your life over a year ago, there’s certainly been some excitement added. He’s made so many of the things you hated, fun. You were convinced that it was impossible for him to make mornings anything better than average.
Wade, being the devious shit he was, decided he could do a lot better than average. So, naturally, he woke you up over an hour before your alarm was set to go off. Needless to say, you were less than pleased.
Warnings: I mean… It’s Deadpool, so… Read at your own risk, to be honest.
Author’s Note: I don’t write Wade Wilson, Wade Wilson writes himself. Also, apparently I’m naming all my Deadpool fics in the style of Friends episodes, so there’s that. I crave feedback. (Please love me.)
“So, who is this guy, anyway?” Steve asked as the two of you
made your way down to the briefing room.
“Not a clue. I just know that what Fury told me, which was
that he ‘knew a guy.’ Someone who may be able to help,” you answered, running a
hand through your hair before taking the hair tie off of your wrist and pulling
it up. You kept your pace with Steve, glancing over at him for a moment. He was
in his full suit minus the helmet, his shield secured tightly on his back. He’d
be heading straight out on a mission once you all met this mysterious newcomer,
along with Natasha and Tony.
You looked down at your own outfit as you reached the door
to the room you were heading into. Sweatpants and an old t-shirt, pretty much
standard attire for you. You didn’t usually go out on missions—you were almost
always the brains behind the scene, controlling and overseeing communications
alongside Nick and Maria. You and Nick had come to an understanding; you didn’t
work well when you were uncomfortable, and his reaction had been, “I don’t care
what the hell you wear, as long as you do your damn job.” Best boss you ever
Steve pushed through the door and you followed, taking it
Natasha and Tony already waiting right inside the room, but your eyes
immediately landed on a tall man covered head to toe in red and black. Even his
eyes were hidden from view, concealed by an odd white material in his mask. The
handles of two large katanas stuck out over his shoulder blades, crossing in an
‘X’ shape over his back.