Marvel: Mr. President

[You can read chapters in advance, OP and GOT fic on -patreon.com/misterimmortal.]

Why was Deadpool there? He was not invited. Heck, nobody even knew him. But there he was, dancing in a dress of Marylin Monroe, giving Kennedy some PTSD as the woman used to be his wife.

Hector ran towards the man and caught him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Deadpool blushed, however. "Oh, am I being sexually harassed? Well, I don't mind if it's you... Mister President."

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"Fuck!" Hector let him go and talked from a meter away. "Kid, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you such a mad man in all iterations?"

Deadpool got excited. "There are more like me? Will it be incest if I bang myself?"

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Hector had no patience to deal with this guy now. "What do you want?"

"I'm just having fun, boss. Can't a man dance now? Ah, I should have brought my wife too; she would have loved this party. So many awesome fellow superheroes. All my dear colleagues."

Hector waved his hand and ensured that nobody could hear Deadpool at the party, especially Moony.