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Deadpool draped himself dramatically across the other vision of him. Both of them, soaked in blood. Definitely some of themselves, and each other. And a whole lot of people who's names don't matter.
"So" he said, "what do you wanna do now? I know we just finished this- all this badassery. But now we need something.."
"We are being written by two people who want us to do something, but can't decide what that thing should be."
He fished into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. Carefully Deadpool unfolded it and showed it to the other.
"See?"
Wade snickers, "I have one too, of you and myself,"
He's making sure to ignore every look of pity thrown his way; he's not completely covered - he knows that would get him into more shit - so people could see the marks.
"How...how busy is this place?" Wade asks in a way he hopes was casual....
It's not.
Shut up!
For the first time, he was a little uncomfortable.
"The busiest it's been in about a week" Peter told him. He smiled at Wade. He fished his wallet out of his pocket as he stepped up to the booth.
Gently Peter tapped it on the stall, and waved at the shop keeper with his free hand.
"Hey there Saul. Double my usual today."
The stall owner, Saul grunted. His visor hid his eyes but was unable to hide a glorious mustache.
A few minutes later, 4 chili dogs, and two large cokes were slid over to them. Peter have Saul a thank you not before taking the food. His sticky hands made it pretty easy to carry things.
"Here" Peter held Wades food out to him "there's a kind of gross picnic table not far from here if you wanna sit, chow, and chit-chat."
"Spider-Man!? Banned!?" Wade puts a hand on his chest, "Who would do such a thing!?"
When Peter asks Wade his question, he turns to the screen and chuckles.
"Hey Mage! Get a load of this! He thinks I'm attention-seeking!!"
You are attention-seeking, Wade
Wade laughs, "HA! Nice one, babe! But no, this isn't about getting your attention, webs! I just...happened to be in the area and happened to see a robbery going on,"
Uh-huh...
"SHUT UP!"
Peter sighed a little and shook his head. As long as he'd known him, Wade had been something. A nut job, a blood thirsty lunatic? Something kind of close to a friend?
"Right," he said slowly, not really believing what he'd said. "You went to the bank, and just so happened to stop a robbery. In Queens. While I just happened to be around." He chuckled a little.
As they approached the stand they could see at least 5 pictures of Spider-Mans mask with a big red X over it.
"He has more" Peter said, lowering his voice just enough for Wade to hear "Spider-Man plucked one off for himself... and I'm guessing the others just blew off."
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One night of all sorts of fucking later.
Wade had gotten up pretty late in the afternoon, just having slipped on one of Ricks lab coats to cover his body. He scratched at his face a little as he shuffled into the garage, and wrapped his arms around Rick from behind. He hummed a little as he pressed his face into Ricks.
"The bed's cold you should come fix it."
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Hey, the J is silent. JMotherfucker or...something...whatever.
Most people who try to boop Hank leave with one less finger, and Hank gets a snack. But he was just too baffled by this man to really be upset about it.
He diddn't really respond and starts...pulling out assorted weaponry strapped and hidden on his body. A gun here. A knife there. Not to mention the giant ass sword strapped to his back. It was kind of painfully obvious that he liked weapons.
If there was a euphemism there, Hank clearly didn't get it.
Wade watched wide eyed. He propped his propped his head up on his hands like a high school girl in some dumb teen movie. He couldn't help but watch as Hank stripped down everything he was packing. and boy, was he PACKING.
"Would you look at that" he said "you know I like a man with a big-" he paused as he started to unload his own weapons. A couple of hand guns, some knives, an old websooter he stole from Spider-Man (broken, it looks like Wade tried to fix it himself.). And of course, his two katanas.
"I've got a lot more than this," he said "but I'm not wearing my cargo shorts today so I don't have enough pockets."
Casually, Wade walked over to one of the knifes Hank pulled out and picked it up. He turned it over in his hand.
"Is this custom made?"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TEACH HIM ABOUT THE FOURTH WALL, WADE!"
"Stop me if you can!"
Wade flips off Doc and back flips away.
Hank's goggles blinked, mimicking confused blinking. The hell was a fourth wall?
Though the fact this guy was able to hold his nearly 7 foot tall ass that was far heavier than a human his size should be was impressive. And kind of hot. Oops.
"And people say that I say weird shit. Yeah. Name's Hank J. Wimbleton. The J stands for Motherfucker."
Wade blinked a little. Motherfucker didn't start with J!? Right..? No..
"Nice to meet you Hank Motherfucker Wimbolton" he said. His free hand waved around Hanks face as he looked for a nose to boop on to. Eventually, giving up and just booping the middle of his face.
"So what's a big, big strong man like you do for fun? I bet you're the kind of guy that likes to get rough. Maybe play with some knives, or guns..."
He grinned at Hank as he spoke, his brows wiggling slightly.
Oh shit. He wasn't actually expecting to be caught like that. He just sort of...lays in Wade's arms for a few moments, stunned, hands up against his own chest the way a cat might lay.
"The fuck does any of that mean?"
Sorry Wade, Hank is not blessed with fourth wall knowledge.
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"Oh your poor sweet 4th Wall Blind man." Wade gently patted Hank on the cheek with a grin on his face.
"I feel like you're going to be saying that a lot around me." He lifted one hand, still holding Hank with his other. Damn this man was strong. Almost as physically strong as he smelled. Like dollar store body spray, and both fresh and rotten blood.
"Sooo you're Hank, right? I'm Wade, Wade Wilson. Super sexy, ugly, mother AND father fucking badass."
Picks up hank and literally fucking throws him at wade. WEEEEEE!
Wade caught Hank in the air and pulled him close. He wiggled his eyebrows.
"How long until they ship us? I give it until Vin presses post. He knows what he's doing."
Wade lets out a squawk when he's webbed up, but allows Peter to drag him off. When he takes his mask off, Wade grabs a bag from seemly nowhere and strips, changing his clothes too.
His clothes were a simple pair of jeans, boots and a hoodie. He pulls his hoodie up and puts sunglasses over his eyes to hide himself a bit but then turns to Peter.
"Ooooh! Hot stuff! I like your style, Webs!" He grins, "Lead the way!"
Peter grinned and once again took a hold of Wade, tucking the other man under his arm like he were a sack of potato. To Peter, Wade weighed as much as a pillow. He leapt down for the building. Landing quietly in the alley.
He set Wade on his feet and started walking.
"It's just a few blocks this way" he said "I actually heard Spider-Man is banned from that place. Apparently he threw it at some creepy squid-guy he was fighting. I think his name was Nimrod." He shrugged. A and grinned. He knew damn well the Creepy Squid Guys name wasn't Nimrod. But boy did it piss him off.
"So, I gotta ask. Was all that an attempt to get my attention?"
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"You don't gotte tell me twice Korvo. Hah what a nerdy name. What are you some uptight blue Alien?"
"Anywaaaaay time for some old man yaoi!"
Wade seemes to step through this blog for a second.
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Greg let out a yelp as he was pulled back. The path he'd been walking on seeming to not exist under his feet. His legs kicked a little and his arms flailed for a few seconds.
"Holy brisket," he said, looking down the the floor. That- looked like it was there.
He looked up at his savior, eyes wide for a moment.
"Did you uhh.. know that was there? You know, you really should get that fixed. Someone could get hurt." His tone landed somewhere between a worried dad, and like he was trying to crack a joke.
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