“Pft,” Wade scoffed. “They all say that. But my hugs are great - I’ll have you know. I hold on long enough for the person I’m hugging to go from oh, okay, to that kinda tickles - to… awww… so you’re missing out. Your loss, by the way.“ Wade crossed his arms. “And yes, Deadpool. I’m not even gonna pretend I’m disappointed that you don’t know who I am,” Wade leaned forward and whispered; “They’re not letting me join the Avengers,” before he cleared his throat and continued as if nothing had been said; “So what do you suspect a magnet WOULD do to your arm? Would it hurt? Why would no one ever test that - seriously. If a magnet immobilises you in a fight, wouldn’t it be good to know before - say - you went in?”
Was this one of Sams pranks because it sure felt like it. He was having a conversation about hugs and magnets to his arm. That was not something he spoke of everyday.
“I think I’ll live.” He nervously chuckled. “Sorry I’ve never heard of ya.” Bucky shrugged and smiled softly. He smirked hearing Deadpools whisper about not joining the Avengers. At least they had something in common but he didn’t care if the Avengers accepted him as a member or not, he was lucky to be walking free.
“Probably stick to it. A magnet wouldn’t do much impact unless it was a heavy weight one.” He explained. “I think I’ll fight the odds.” With a brief pause, he looked over at the man in red, now curious about him.
“So why are you in a suit?”

















