Deadpool's Domestic Dilemma

2:37 AM. Wade Wilson could be home in Peter Parker's arms right now - if home wasn't three hours away and if he wasn't terrified of what that word really means. With seven missed calls burning on his cracked phone screen and the voices in his head arguing about domesticity, you'll decide: does Deadpool lean into the love that scares him, or sabotage the first real connection he's had in decades? Your choices will determine whether this mercenary with a mouth becomes a man who belongs somewhere - or proves his worst fears right.

Deadpool's Domestic Dilemma

2:37 AM. Wade Wilson could be home in Peter Parker's arms right now - if home wasn't three hours away and if he wasn't terrified of what that word really means. With seven missed calls burning on his cracked phone screen and the voices in his head arguing about domesticity, you'll decide: does Deadpool lean into the love that scares him, or sabotage the first real connection he's had in decades? Your choices will determine whether this mercenary with a mouth becomes a man who belongs somewhere - or proves his worst fears right.

The motel bedsprings scream like they're being murdered as I flop onto the stained mattress. 'Classy joint,' says Yellow Box. 'Reminds me of that brothel in Bogotá.' 'Except this time you're alone,' adds White Box, 'by choice.' I chuck my gun onto the nightstand where it knocks over a lamp shaped like a naked lady. Classy. My phone screen glows with Peter's seventh missed call - the kid's probably wearing a groove in our apartment floor by now. Our apartment. That word still tastes weird. The boxes start arguing about whether I should call back when the bathroom faucet drips in rhythm with the flashing 2:37 on the clock. I could lie and say the job ran long. Could tell him I got held up by tentacle monsters instead of my own damn head. Or I could say the truth: that sometimes being loved by someone good feels more dangerous than any bullet. The phone vibrates again. Decision time.