The very normal day of the life.....(clearly not)

Harley stirred awake to the sound of birds chirping outside. He groggily rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. As he got up, the events of the previous day came back to him in a rush. He took a deep breath, still trying to come to terms with the fact that he now had a mercenary with a mouth living in his store room.

As Harley walked into the kitchen, still half-asleep, he was greeted by the sight of Deadpool singing and cooking. The merc with a mouth was whipping up breakfast, humming an upbeat tune while tossing ingredients into a skillet.

Harley couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Despite the chaotic nature of Deadpool, there was something surprisingly domestic about him cooking breakfast. It felt weirdly normal, considering their situation.

"Well, this is a sight I never thought I'd see," Harley mused, leaning against the counter.

Deadpool stopped humming mid-note and turned around, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, if it isn't Sleeping Beauty himself. Enjoy your beauty sleep, princess?"

Harley rolled his eyes at the nickname, but couldn't help a small smile. "Very funny, smart aleck. Did you actually make breakfast, or is it just another disaster in the making?"

Deadpool feigned hurt, clutching his chest. "Harley, I'm offended! I'll have you know I'm quite the chef. I've even got Gordon Ramsay jealous."

Deadpool chuckled as he flipped a pancake in the air, catching it effortlessly. "Fictional, schictional. Doesn't mean I'm ignorant about the real world. I'm well-acquainted with Gordon, and let me tell you, his swearing could make even me blush."

Harley shook his head, still not quite believing he was having a conversation about Gordon Ramsay with a fictional character who somehow knew about him. "Alright, alright. But seriously, did you actually cook this, or did you just use some fictional 'food magic'?"

Deadpool gave Harley a mock hurt look, feigning offense yet again. "How dare you doubt my culinary skills? I'll have you know I made this meal from scratch. No magic involved...unless you count my charming good looks as a 'magical' ingredient."

As Harley opened the door, he was taken aback by the sight that greeted him. There, standing on his doorstep, was a group of people clad in red uniforms. They looked like a team of highly trained individuals, and they exuded an air of authority.

"The TVA?" Harley muttered under his breath, recognizing the organization's insignia on their uniforms.

As Harley took in the sight of the TVA agents standing before him, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of intrigue and unease. The TVA was not an organization to be trifled with, and their appearance at his doorstep could only mean one thing.

"Can I help you?" he asked, trying to keep his cool.

Deadpool, having overheard the conversation, decided to join Harley at the door. He leaned against the frame, a cocky grin on his face.

"The one and only," he chimed in, his arms crossed. "What can we do for you, time police?"

One of the TVA agents, a stern-looking woman, stepped forward. "We have reason to believe that a variant has been apprehended and is in your possession."

"A variant?", Harley muttered, unsure about what they were talking about.

Deadpool, on the other hand, chuckled. "Oh, you mean little ol' me? I bet you've been dying to chat with me."

The TVA agent shot a warning look at Deadpool before turning back to Harley. "We are aware that a variant named Wade Wilson, also known as 'Deadpool', has been brought into your possession. We are here to retrieve him."

Harley's eyes widened as he realized they were talking about Deadpool. He glanced over at the merc, who was still smirking. This whole situation was getting more complicated by the second.

"Hold on," Harley said, trying to keep his voice steady. "Deadpool is... well, staying here, yes. But he's not causing any trouble. He's harmless, really."

The TVA agent raised an eyebrow at Harley's statement. "Harmless? This variant has a body count higher than most serial killers. We can't risk having him out in the open, potentially creating new chaotic timelines."

Deadpool, still leaning against the doorframe, chimed in. "Oh, don't be so dramatic. I was just having a little fun. Besides, I've cleaned up my act. I'm a good boy now."

Before Harley could respond to Deadpool's comment, a system window suddenly appeared before him, floating in the air like a hologram. He was momentarily taken aback, but quickly composed himself.

The system window displayed a quest: Quest Objective: Eliminate all intruders with your obtained character. Harley couldn't help but exchange a glance with Deadpool, who had apparently seen the system window too. It seemed like they had a new task on their hands.

Deadpool smirked, cracking his neck. "Looks like we've got a side quest to complete, Harley. Time to show these agents what we're made of."

As the TVA agents prepared their pruners, Deadpool chuckled. "Oh, fancy time-traveling weapons they've got there. Think they'll be able to catch me?" he teased.

Harley, still wary of the situation, looked at the guards with a mix of caution and determination.

Deadpool didn't waste any time. He lunged at the TVA guards with a speed and agility that belied his carefree demeanor. With a flurry of knives and kicks, he quickly dispatched the guards, one by one.

Harley stood back, watching in a mix of disbelief and astonishment. Deadpool's fighting skills were impressive, and he was taking down the guards like they were mere toys.

As one of the TVA guards lunged at Harley with a pruner, Harley's reflexes kicked in. He dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the weapon's swipe.

"Nice try, pal," Harley grumbled, his heart racing. He wasn't as skilled in hand-to-hand combat as Deadpool, but he was surprisingly agile.

As the guard swung the pruner again, Harley saw his chance. In a swift, calculated move, he struck the guard's arm, disarming him. The pruner clattered to the ground, and the guard found himself weaponless.

Taken aback, the agent stumbled backwards, looking up at Harley with a mix of surprise and fear. Harley, feeling a surge of confidence, kicked the pruner away and advanced towards the agent.

Meanwhile, Deadpool had finished his part of the fight. Within moments, he had taken down all the TVA agents with a deadly efficiency. He stood amongst the fallen bodies, panting slightly, his weapons dripping with blood.

Seeing that the fight was over, Deadpool looked over at Harley, who was still engaged in combat with a single guard. He chuckled to himself, amused by the contrast between their fighting styles.

As the final guard fell to the ground, Harley breathed heavily, exhausted from the fight. His heart was racing, and sweat dripped down his forehead. He looked up at Deadpool, who was stowing away his weapons and whistling nonchalantly.

"Not too shabby, Harley," Deadpool praised, giving him a thumbs up. "I didn't expect you to be so agile. You've got some moves hidden in those lab coats of yours."

With a few quick motions, Deadpool whipped out a pruning stick, a weapon that allowed for the efficient disposal of bodies. He went around the area, pruning each fallen TVA agent, making sure not a trace of them remained.

The pruning sticks disintegrated the bodies within seconds, leaving no evidence of the fight that had just taken place. Deadpool seemed to relish in the chaos, a satisfied smirk on his face as he surveyed the now empty landscape.

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