When the Super British Ruled the Earth[British and American]

In the morning, Celia opened her eyes in the man's arms.

She blinked her eyelashes and watched the dust dance in the sunlight streaming in from the window.Today seems to be another sunny day, full of life and warmth.

Celia propped herself up, and she sat on the bed, turning her head to look at Superman's sleeping face.Superhuman physique is different from ordinary people, so it is very sensitive.Every time Celia woke up, Clark always opened her eyes first.So Clark can always look at the sleeping Celia, but on the contrary, it is the first time for Celia to stare at Superman's sleeping face at this moment.

Celia bent down and stroked Clark's forehead, eyebrows, high nose bridge, and skin with her fingers.Finally, she lowered her head and kissed his lips.

very nice.she thinks.

Celia went out and bought a lot of things. When she came back, she put a bouquet of lilies in a transparent blue vase and placed it by the bedroom window.

She made a breakfast in the kitchen, sealed one with plastic wrap and put it on the table, while she sat at the table and ate a sandwich quietly.

Clark would probably sleep until this afternoon.She had added something to his water last night.Thankfully, Clark is just Clark now, not Superman.This gave her an opportunity.

She was sitting at the table eating a sandwich, and in the blink of an eye, Deadpool was already sitting on the chair opposite her.

"Good morning, dear." Deadpool looked down at the sealed morning table on the table in front of him, he raised his eyebrows, "Oh, is this a love bento for a big guy? I just said I hate couples .”

"You have a share too," Celia said. "I put it in the kitchen."

Deadpool bounced over and brought his own milk and sandwiches, and sat down opposite Helia.

"You are so kind, I decided to kick you out of the couple cp I hate." Deadpool said with satisfaction.

He slipped the hood over his nose and began to eat in big gulps.

Deadpool raised his head and saw Celia eating a sandwich with a calm expression, he couldn't help but mumbled with emotion, "Well, you and I are the same kind of people, that's why you're so calm now, right?"

Deadpool knows too much and has been to too many worlds. Crazy and unpredictable is his disdain for this world.And Celia, too, was her calm.They have seen too much.

Celia shrugged.

"Even if you don't calm down, you can't change what you need to do." She said, "In this case, I can only accept it."

Deadpool finished the sandwich in a few bites, drank the milk in his hand, and hiccupped.

"Honey, we're sailing to New York. That's the most heavily monitored area," he said. "Are you ready?"

Celia, who finished her sandwich too, nodded.

"Let's go."

"You don't need to say goodbye anymore?" Deadpool asked tentatively.

Celia turned her head, she glanced at the half-open bedroom door, and then hooked the corners of her mouth.

"Let's go."

The two left the living room, and in the corridor, Deadpool looked at the opposite door.

"That's the girl who really likes little spiders? You have a good eye, I want to give her some gifts." Deadpool said.

After finishing speaking, he took down a bunch of bags from the corner upstairs, and as he knew, they were all about Spider-Man.

"You bought it in advance?" Celia raised her eyebrows.

"uh-huh."

They walked out of the apartment, and Celia stood on the side of the road, a little confused again.

"How do we get to New York? Can you go through security like this?"

Deadpool put a hand on her shoulder.

"Mark my words, girl. What we need now is high profile, and of course it goes where it wants to go."

Celia quickly understood what his 'high profile' meant.Deadpool actually hid a modified SUV on a hidden trail.

"You want to drive to New York? That's at least a week," Celia said suspiciously.

"This car will only take four days." Deadpool said, "And, think about it with your clever little head, it is impossible for us to suddenly emit energy to be noticed in New York, that would be too deliberate."

"You mean..."

"On our way to New York, we will send out a signal first, let them find you, let them find you." Deadpool turned to look at Celia, "Have you thought about your own character design?"

Persona?

Deadpool reminded her, "I don't know your plan, but you want to get in touch with the people of Gaowei. In what way do you hope to do so? Are you a scared little poor man, or a martyr who wants revenge?"

Celia suddenly realized.

"How can someone as smart as you exist?" she said in disbelief. "I like the idea!"

The two Pippis high fived each other.

"But can you grant me a wish about role-playing?" Deadpool asked staringly.

"Of course!" Celia was obliged.

With a roar, the off-road vehicle drove away from the town.

Deadpool sat in the driver's seat, wearing a leather jacket and a hat over the tights.

"Wow! This feeling is great!" Deadpool cheered, "The end of the world, Stranger Stranger, a big car, and a loli beside me! I feel like I'm possessed by a dusk wolf!"

Celia, who was sitting in the co-pilot, was wearing a denim jacket and sunglasses.

When she walked through the door in the soul stone, she knew all the plot.Naturally know that Deadpool and she are cosplaying the old Wolverine and his little wolf girl.

"Are we going to drive for four days? What about the night?" Celia said, "We can drive alternately. Although I haven't learned it, I have seen the video."

"Leave this kind of trivial matter to me." Deadpool lowered his voice, pretending to be Wolverine's deep and hoarse voice, "You can take over for me after I lose too much blood and fall asleep."

Celia took off her sunglasses, and she looked at Deadpool with a fierce look in her eyes, and the two stared at each other fiercely like two wolves.

At the end, I laughed out loud.

"You should take off your hood." Celia said, "I want to see your face during the scene."

"No, no, there are expressions on my mask." Deadpool protested.

"You mean your white eyes that zoom in and out?" Celia said contemptuously. "Wolverine doesn't wear a mask."

"Yeah, that's why I'm alive and he's dead."

...Uh, it actually makes a damn sense?

"I don't care, I just want to watch!" Xilia yelled, "Wolf girls are so wild!"

She knelt on the co-pilot, and reached out to take off Deadpool's head. Deadpool held the hat with one hand and controlled the steering wheel with the other. The off-road vehicle staggered forward on the road.

"Ooooh! You little lunatic! You little lunatic!" Deadpool yelled. "If we die in this car crash, I want someone to put a middle finger on my grave."

"We are the protagonists now, and the protagonists will not die." Xilia said contemptuously.

The two quarreled, and finally, Deadpool couldn't stand Celia, he yelled strangely, "Okay, okay, show you my eggy face, let me go, I'm getting old, I'm going to fall apart .”

Celia returned to the co-pilot and sat down.Deadpool glanced at her.

"Good boy, fasten your seat belt."

Celia puts on her seat belt reluctantly.

Only then did Deadpool take off his mask, revealing a burnt, pitted and scarred face.

"How about it, are you handsome by me?" Deadpool raised his eyebrows.

"It looks better this way," Celia said. "Can we keep playing like this?"

"Always? No, no, no, baby. If I take off the hood, the aliens won't be able to recognize me." Deadpool said, "In order for the mission to go smoothly, I have to bear the burden of humiliation and hide my handsome face. "

"You've worked hard," Celia said sympathetically.

Deadpool thought for a moment that Celia was talking ironically, because he and his own friends loved to tease his own face, and Deadpool didn't care at all.

Well, at one point he kind of cared because he still had a girlfriend and wanted to spend his life with her - come to think of it, a man with a cheeky face doesn't sound like Prince Charming.So Deadpool once wanted to find a way to restore his appearance.

But the girlfriend doesn't mind his appearance at all, she is still willing to kiss him and have sex with him.When Deadpool is with her, he will also forget his identity.

It wasn't until she died - in this way, that Deadpool remembered that even though he was able to 'break through the dimension', he was still in his plot line.

Every hero has to lose his girlfriend in some version of the story, even the anti-heroes.

After she died, Deadpool didn't care about his appearance at all.

But now, it's unexpected that Superman's little girlfriend treats him with such a flat attitude, and she doesn't mean to be joking at all.

"Are you serious?" Deadpool held the steering wheel and couldn't help but glance at her again, "I'm a little disappointed that you are so plain about my appearance."

"How should I react?" Celia was puzzled.

"Uh--your boyfriend and Captain America are the dreams of every woman in America," Deadpool said.

Celia finally realized it.

"Did you know I used to have a crush on Ebony Maw?"

Deadpool took a loud breath, "Your taste is really unique."

Celia shrugged her shoulders, "When I was in the Soul Gem—I grew up in the universe, and I didn't have any aesthetics. I think Ebony Throat is handsome. Even so, I still like Clark."

Deadpool thought for a while, "Then you are really an alien who doesn't control your face."

"I think if you come to play with me in that world, maybe Clark won't have anything to do." Celia agreed.

"I went to play with you, but you don't remember." Deadpool said casually, "Those worlds have come to an end, and they have been pulled over and started again, you know."

Celia knew that before Strange said that he had replayed tens of millions of times.So she also had tens of millions of lives with other people.

"Fortunately, I don't remember." Celia sighed, "Otherwise I might confuse who I am. Thinking about it this way, Doctor Strange is so great, how did he survive?"

Wade was driving the car. He didn't wear a mask. He turned his face to the side and looked at Celia.

"Because so many of us have suffered. His pain was seeing a million failures," he said. "My pain is knowing everything and not being able to change it. Your pain is you questioning yourself."

Celia wanted to refute, she didn't feel pain at all, but Deadpool continued talking on his own.

"Actually, many people are the NPCs of this doomsday bridge. Thanos is the destroyer who starts the defense program, Singularity is the guide who controls the progress of the soul gem, and you have seen my role now——as a The story lecturer who is going to escort you to New York." Deadpool looked at Celia, "And your role is to preserve the fire of hope. We are all NPCs activated for the survival of all human beings. "

Celia savored his words, and suddenly felt that she understood something.

"...Are you comforting me?"

"If it's consolation to sort out these shits for you, then it is consolation." Deadpool said casually, "Silia, you are carrying the same things as us, and you live in this world just like us. In the world, in the plot line controlled by people."

"You may feel that you are alone, but no, you are one of us from the beginning, a member of this world."

"You are no different from us."

"Your existence itself is the meaning of your existence." Deadpool stared at Celia, "Irreplaceable and unique. Just like my egg face, it is also unique in the world, do you understand?"

Celia was silent for a while, then she raised her head.

"I understand, has the current plot reached the point where we need to analyze our own depth?" She said, "Usually, the ending is not far away at this time."

Deadpool stared at her, and after a few seconds, he showed a smile.

"Yes, you're right." He said cheerfully, "It's the kind of energy you need, spit on it, don't be defeated by it. If I call you a dirty word, you can yell it out loud."

"what?"

"—gofuckyourself. When you want to yell at the fucking world, you can yell like this: Fuck you! Do it with me, --gofuskyyourself!"

Celia followed Deadpool and shouted seriously, "—gofuckyourself!"

The sound of obscenities and laughter pierced through the dust raised by the wheels and flew over the fields.