Deadpool's new apprentice

Plot: Deadpool gets more than he bargained for after kidnapping his female self, Gwenpool.

Note: This story contains bdsm/damsels in distress scenarios. Click off if this doesn't interest you.

This story is about the fun antics Gwen would get up to when she's kidnapped by her idol and how much she annoys him.

Story: Gwenpool blinked awake. The first thing she noticed was that her wrists were tied together behind the back of a chair.

The second thing she noticed was that her ankles were tied together.

The third thing she noticed was an unnecessarily complicated rope arrangement around her torso and boobs.

"Okay, that's excessive." She muttered.

The final thing she noticed was Deadpool sitting across from her, eating a chimichanga.

"Oh my God."

Deadpool looked up. "Oh good, you're awake."

"DEADPOOL!" Gwen practically squealed. "This is amazing! I've wanted to meet you forever! Well, technically I've already met you in comics, but this is different because now I'm actually here and…"

Deadpool slowly lowered his chimichanga. "Wow."

"Wow what?"

"You're already talking." He answered.

"Well yeah! You're Deadpool! Do you know how many questions I have? Did Wolverine really let you call him Hugh? What's the TVA like? Is Spider-Man actually as nice as everyone says he is?"

"Gwen."

"Oh! Is Doctor Strange's cape actually alive? Because I've always wondered—"

"Gwen."

"And another thing, if we're both fourth-wall breakers—"

"GWEN!”

She stopped.

Deadpool sighed. "I kidnapped you five minutes ago."

"Yeah?"

"You haven't stopped talking for a single second."

"Sorry."

There was a brief pause. Then Gwen immediately continued.

"So why did you kidnap me anyway? Was it because I'm awesome? Or because we're both fourth-wall aware? Wait, is this a crossover event?”

“You're taking this surprisingly well,” Deadpool said.

“Are you kidding?” Gwen exclaimed. “This is the coolest kidnapping I've ever been in. It's also the first kidnapping I've been in.”

Deadpool stared at her. Slowly. Silently. Then he turned toward the audience. "I finally understand Wolverine."

"What?"

"Nothing."

“Wait, am I in my comic or yours?” Gwen asked.

“I don't even know anymore,” Deadpool replied.

Gwen continued talking. "I mean, I always thought we'd get along because we're basically the same character, except you're older and uglier and…"

Deadpool stood up. "Okay. That's enough."

He walked behind her chair.

"Enough of what?" Gwen asked.

"Enough talking."

"You talk all the time." She pointed out.

"That's different."

"How?"

"Cause I'm Deadpool,” He said.

"That's not an answer." She said. 

"It's the only answer you're getting."

Deadpool reached into a bag and pulled out a red bandana.

Gwen immediately started laughing. "No way."

"Yes way." Deadpool said.

"No."

"Yes."

"You wouldn't." She said.

"I absolutely would." He replied.

"Deadpool, listen…"

A moment later, Deadpool pulled the bandana between Gwen's teeth and tied it securely behind her head.

"MMPH!"

Deadpool sat back down. The room fell silent. He smiled.

The silence lasted approximately three seconds.

"MMPH MMPH MMPH!"

Deadpool closed his eyes. "No."

"MMPH!"

"No."

"MMPH MMPH MMPH MMPH!"

"You are literally still talking."

Gwen nodded enthusiastically. "MMPH!"

"I can't understand you."

Gwen continued making noises. "MMPH MMPH MMMPH MMMPH!"

Deadpool stared. Gwen kept going.

"MMPH!"

"MMPH!"

"MMPH MMPH!"

Deadpool rubbed his temples. "I gagged you."

Gwen nodded.

"So I'd get some peace and quiet."

Another nod. "MMPH!"

"And somehow you're still talking."

Gwen gave him a thumbs up as best she could with her hands tied behind the chair.

Deadpool turned back toward the audience. "I've created a monster."

"MMPH!" Gwen grinned enthusiastically despite the gag in her mouth. “MMPH!”

"No, don't encourage her."

"MMPH MMPH!"

Deadpool pointed at Gwen. "See? This is exactly what I'm talking about."

Gwen continued making excited muffled noises.

Deadpool stared at her for a long moment. Then he sighed. "I'm keeping her."

Gwen immediately began celebrating through her gag. "MMPH MMPH MMPH!"

"Yeah, yeah. Apprentice. Sidekick. Whatever."

Gwen's muffled cheering somehow got even louder.

Deadpool buried his face in his hands. "Strange. Help me."

From somewhere off-screen, a voice answered: "Absolutely not."

Deadpool groaned. "Thanks, Strange."