While Deathstroke and his apprentice drove around the Men in Black World, in Earth-40K, where the Timeline Speed was slightly different...
Deadpool suddenly sat up in bed, staring blankly beneath the covers. The breathing behind him seemed to carry a lingering fragrance.
His hipbones were shattered, his legs were numb, the air was filled with strange smells, and both the sheets and blanket were wet.
Though he had lost his memory again, he could still deduce what had happened last night.
Bracing himself on the mattress, he turned to look behind him. Sunlight streamed through the hotel's luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows onto the large bed. Domino lay sprawled on the right, snoring and smacking her lips, while Inez was on the left. She was already awake, yawning and rubbing her eyes as she coquettishly said:
"Wade, why are you up so early? It's not even noon yet. Or are we going on our honeymoon?"
"Wait, honeymoon?" Deadpool scratched his bald head. His rotten scalp plopped onto his leg, and his heart started pounding.
"Yeah, we got married yesterday." Outlaw climbed up wrapped in a bedsheet, looking refreshed as she planted a fragrant kiss on her husband. She fished a sheet of paper from the pile of empty bottles on the nightstand. "Look, this is our marriage certificate. Las Vegas is pretty great—you can just drive to a chapel and get married."
His trembling, rotting hand took the paper. Looking at the signatures and fingerprints on it, Wade chewed his own tongue as rapidly as a squirrel cracking nuts, letting out a cry like an Azeroth Fishman. "Oolah oolah oolah."
Oh no. This was bad.
Though he had forgotten why, he had clearly become a married man, and his bride was not Vanessa, but the fuck buddy beside him.
Inez, however, was