Subject: Fine then. A day at the beach...
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Posted on: 2018-03-27 00:05:00 UTC
Wade Wilson, in his best Deadpool thong, lay on a towel. Two of the most beautiful women he had ever seen were lying next to him.
Susan Storm, clad in a blue bikini, held up a beer can, condensation running down her perfect skin. "Here, Wade, have a cold one."
Emma Frost, wearing only pasties, a thong, and thigh-high boots. "Get rid of that see-through soccer mom. Sue, why don't you show us that disappearing trick you do?"
"Honey, tell that pale 'rhymes with witch' to go drown."
Wade looked between the two beauties. "Hey, Emma, Suzy—there's more than enough Wade Wilson to go around."
Unfortunately, Emma and Susan were already at each other's throats.
"Who invited YOU?"
"What are you, the world's WORST telepath? The GREAT HERO did!"
Resigning himself to what was about to happen, Wade took a sip of Sue's beer. "Ladies, I want a nice, clean, but slow and enjoyable fight."
((I swear, on my given Permission, that this is actually a scene in the comics. Granted, it's a dream on Deadpool's part, and it also has Dazzler and She-Hulk.))