…And that was many years ago.
I’ve often spent my nights waking up in a cold sweat. Thinking of my glory days, so to speak. I lay in bed sometimes, absorbing the thin line of smoke seeping from an ashtray beside me. I like think to myself, “Is this what satisfaction feels like?” I shouldn’t know, really. I’m just a surgical intern from Deadpool who got lucky one day. Really, really, lucky. They tell me I’m a national hero. That no one’s as high up as me.
But it gets lonely at the top.
I have my friends, but they’ve always seemed somewhere else.
Griff moved from Featured years ago, but we still mail each other sometimes.
Blubber’s god-know’s-where right now, probably plundering a small coastal town in his retirement.
Silly old hippo, I always called him.
Now I just wish I had spent that time really getting to know him, and those around me.
I feel cold.
The room I sit in is furnished with velvet and silk, and a fireplace on the wall in front of me warms me more often than I could need. But I don’t need that. I look out my window and through the clouds, I see what I once had. Skank-No, not Skank anymore. Now he’s Mister Streetlight.
Mr.Streetlight now has a wife, with poofy black hair and thick glasses. I think I can see them sitting in a park, feeding doves. Something I used to do when I wasn’t so old. Jostin’s the only one still with me, living next door. Sometimes we go out to bars and sing together, and that’s one of the few times I’m capable of smiling.
“How good it must feel to be enjoying the fruits of old age, living better than King Dubs did.”
But I don’t.
I have all the money I could ever need, and a house- nay, a tower of hedonism I lounge about in.
I haven’t a fear or problem in the world, and that in and of itself gives me one.
The sky is gray today, and the thick layer of condensation won’t let me see a thing out of my window. Or, rather, a one way mirror that covers all of a wall, and lets me peer down the city. I never really liked how I was expected to be a national hero.
How did I accomplish that again? I can only remember all of it while I’m resting at my age. I remember Genius. He’s dead now…Can’t feud with ‘im any more. I fought him, and then I somehow lost and ended up here. And the crowds cheering, the announcements on tv…Better times. Back when King Dubs was a ruler, and not an unimportant figure in history books.
Sometimes I wish I could undo all of that.
Sometimes I wish someone would try to kill me, just so I can relive some of my youth.
But the bodyguards I’ve noticed at each corner on every block I find myself wouldn’t allow that.
So instead, I’ve come to a different approach.
I won’t relive it.
Ol’ Watcher says he has an invention in his basement that might help me.
Looking over the silver little bolts on my arm, the scars left of my adventure, I’ll take any option to simple be alive again.
Just to simply…Be.