I could feel the tension in the air getting thicker as the two brothers stared at each other. I don't know what point in the timeline they were in so I could only guess their situation. Though it was getting pretty awkward with the way they were just staring and not speaking a word. I shuffled on my feet, anxious for at least someone to talk.
I can understand why Loki wasn't speaking. He just woke up from his 'nap' about two minutes ago to see a room full of people staring him down. Poor Loki, man. Deadpool cleared his throat, causing me to glance over at him. He nodded towards the kitchen. I nodded back and we both left the awkward atmosphere of the living room.
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"I doubt that is going to end well." Deadpool and I were sitting down at the island in the kitchen. He was leaned back in his chair with his feet propped up on the granite countertop. I was slouched over with my head in my heads, staring down at the design on the counter.
"Yeah, probably not. Afterall, Loki is supposed to be dead. Or at least that's what Thor believed." He scratches his chin.
"And how do you know this?" I pick my head up and turn towards the merc.
"Well if you're me, ya know at lot of stuff about a lot of stuff."
"True dat," I sigh and stand up, "well, I'm gonna make myself some food. You want anything?"
"Do you even have to ask, hotstuff?" He was smirking under that mask, I knew it. He winked at me, stretching back further into his relaxed postition. My eyes travelled down from his face to the flexed muscles on his torso. Goddamn was ge built like a tank. I was trying not to look any lower but I couldn't help myself. I glanced down at his crouch - and upon noticing the decent-sized bulge in his suit my face flushed red. "Like what ya see? It's aaallllll yours, ya just gotta ask." A wooden spoon flew past the masked man's head.
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Currently, I was in front of the stove cooking up some eggs and bacon. Who says you can't have breakfast for dinner? Probably some crazy person who doesn't understand the deliciousness that is bacon. Or vegans. Who knows.
Anyways, I had on a cute little apron with flower designs on it. I was humming along to a random song in my head, careful of the grease that popped every so often. I was swaying my hips to the imaginary tune. I was in my own little world. Well, until I felt giant, muscular arms wrap around my waist from behind. I stiffened in the grip, already knowing who this was. I felt a hard chest press against my back and a head rest on my shoulder. Hot breath blew into my ear.
"I gotta say, you look damn sexy slaving over a hot stove like that." Deadpool's voice was husky and deep and I couldn't help the little shiver that went down my spine. "You'd look even better with nothing but that apron on. We could make that happen ya know? I could strip you down right here in this kitchen."
I was both aroused and perturbed by his words. The way he spoke was down right hot and the possibilities that would come out of his little suggestion were making me blush hard. But, the guys were in the next room over and I don't wanna have to explain why I'm pretty much naked. And Spiderman is an innocent baby boy who doesn't understand the nasty. He don't need to see me in my birthday suit.
"Uh, how about no? Let go of me so I can finish cooking." I set down my spatula and tryed to pry his arms off.
"I know you're thinking about it. I seen the way you looked at my bulge. You can get to know it personally if ya want." He brought his hips forward into mine, pressing his crotch into my ass. Good Lord, this man was trying my patience.
"No, Deadpool. I'm hungry and tired, now let go." And surprisingly, he did.
"Alright, but if you ever change your mind..." He trailed off at the end. I sighed as he removed himself from me. I shook my head. If he tried something like that again, I don't know if I could refuse a second time. After all, his dick felt huge.
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Ooookkkkkaaaayyyyy. Well that was shit. This chapter was supposed to be longer but my computer shut down and apparently none of my progress got saved. So here I am on my phone typing this out. If you find any mistakes or mistypes, I'm sorry. Also! I meant no offense to any vegans reading this story. It was just a small joke.
Anyways, this chapter probably didn't get as juicy as you'd like but no worries. It'll get there. It just takes time.
Next chapter, we'll discover some new characters!!
Thank you for staying with me through this long, tedious, and awkward journey.

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Fanfiction"Who are you and where the hell am I?" Deadpool demanded, a pocket knife being pulled out and pressed against my neck. "Answer my goddamn question now or I will slit your throat, no matter how hot you are" "I'm (Y/N )"