My Common Sense is Tingling

Deadpool Corps here. Joining the Avengers is our goal at the moment. They just gotta take us! I mean look at us! Where else can you get a shit load of hot and sexy badassery all at once? Yeah, that's what I thought. ((Independent RP-er... yeah!))

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The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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Wade woke up to the rooster crowing and the sun shining through the windows.  “Ugh,  what’s it take to get a few more minutes of shut eye?” He said as he got up and stretched.  Wade went to the bathroom and used Clint’s toothbrush to brush his teeth. “Minty fresh!”  Wade exclaimed as he spit into the sink.  Wade stood there thinking about what to do for the day while he changed into his jeans and tshirt.

Wade started going through Clint’s closet and took out his suitcases, he filled them up with Clint’s clothes and underwear and shoes and a pillow, for some reason.  Oh and of course a toothbrush. After he finished packing Clint’s stuff, he ran downstairs and threw the suitcases into the trunk of the car.  Then running back into the house, he grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it at Clint’s face,  “LET’S GO ASSFACE!  WE’RE GOING TO DISNEYLAA-WORRLDD….WHATEVER! DISNEY!”

Clint awoke to his best friend throwing a cushion at his face. Instantly a headache began to form as Wade started to yell. He let a small smile trail across his face. “Dude we are at least a two hour plane ride away from Florida.” He said with a small laugh. He knew Wade would have no problem getting the next flight out. Clint sat up on the couch and rubbed the back of his head.

“Plus, We have no tickets to Disney. We can’t just get on a plane and decide we are gonna spend hundreds of dollars just to go see a castle and ride a couple of rides.” Clint stood from his spot and walked to the kitchen. “How about I make you breakfast, and we do something actually doable?” He asked with a small shrug. Pulling out a carton of orange juice from his fridge. Reaching into his cabinet he grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink. Clint decided to pour some for Wade as well. Walking back into the other room he handed Wade the glass of orange juice. “How does that sound?” He nodded his head with a smile.

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“Fine, you make breakfast and shit.  I can eat anyway.” Wade said with his hand on his stomach as his stomach growled.  He was hungry, so he better eat before he kidnapped Clint to go to Disneyworld.  “But Clint!!  I already bought the tickets!!!”  Wade showed Clint the tickets that he legit bought on his phone. “Bitch, we goin’! I don’t care what you say, I’m putting my foot down and we’re gonna go and have fun of some sort!  We’re gonna ride the teacups! And we’re gonna get us some Mickey ears that we’re gonna wear all day!”  Taking the glass of orange juice that Clint handed to him, he took a couple of sips before he continued whining, “But-But Mickey and Minnie are there!  I wanna see Donaldddd!!  Don’t you wanna see Donaalldd, Clint?!  Go on Space Mountain, or Indiana Jones, and get some churros and a turkey legg?!”  Wade paused for a bit “Can you make me bacon?  I like bacon, and two eggs.  Sunny-side up please~!” Wade said, taking another swig of orange juice.

Wade walked over to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Clint with puppy dog eyes.  “Please Clint, PLEEAAASSEE?!?  It’s not like you have a choice anyways!!!”

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“Fine, you make breakfast and shit.  I can eat anyway.” Wade said with his hand on his stomach as his stomach growled.  He was hungry, so he better eat before he kidnapped Clint to go to Disneyworld.  “But Clint!!  I already bought the tickets!!!”  Wade showed Clint the tickets that he legit bought on his phone. “Bitch, we goin’! I don’t care what you say, I’m putting my foot down and we’re gonna go and have fun of some sort!  We’re gonna ride the teacups! And we’re gonna get us some Mickey ears that we’re gonna wear all day!”  Taking the glass of orange juice that Clint handed to him, he took a couple of sips before he continued whining, “But-But Mickey and Minnie are there!  I wanna see Donaldddd!!  Don’t you wanna see Donaalldd, Clint?!  Go on Space Mountain, or Indiana Jones, and get some churros and a turkey legg?!”  Wade paused for a bit “Can you make me bacon?  I like bacon, and two eggs.  Sunny-side up please~!” Wade said, taking another swig of orange juice.

Wade walked over to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Clint with puppy dog eyes.  “Please Clint, PLEEAAASSEE?!?  It’s not like you have a choice anyways!!!”

“I’m not wearing Mickey Ears.” He said sternly with a small smile tugging at the edges of his lips. Clint made his way to the kitchen again, opening the fridge door. He grabbed a couple of items from the fridge to make some eggs and bacon. “I don’t really consider myself a Donald fan. He’s too grumpy for my taste.” He said with a small laugh. “Goofy is more my speed.” He put the items down on the counter and began taking the eggs out of the carton. “How do you like your eggs?” He asked with a smile. Grabbing a skillet from his cabinet he sprayed it down with cooking oil and put it on the stove. Turned on the heat and looked over to Wade, waiting for a response.

He cracked an egg for himself, Clint actually loved cooking for others. There was something about watching people become so happy over food that made him feel accomplished. He didn’t realize how much he enjoyed it till after he had his kids. He wouldn’t call himself a cook, but he certainly knew his way around some chicken fingers. “And would you like bacon?” He asked running a hand through his hair. Still in his clothes from the day prior he was in no rush to change and start his day. Clint laughed “We hope no one is getting hurt.” He said while looking to Wade. “I never know with you. We could do something as simple as hanging a picture and somehow I can get hurt when you’re involved.” He let out a small laugh pulling a spatula from the drawer and flipping his eggs.

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"We all know you're gonna wear Mickey ears, Clint" He said, listening to the bacon sizzle on the skillet. Wade turned around in his seat,  "That's not true, Clint! Remember that time we went out for tacos and no body got hurt?"

"Cliiinnntt I'm starving!!" Said wade, squirming in his seat. His stomach rumbled loudly. "Do you hear that?? That's not an earthquake,  that's my stomach and it wants food!" He was impatient, he glanced around and went to the fridge to pour himself another glass of orange juice. Then he refilled Clint's glass, he might as well since Clint's glass was right there anyway.  He walked over to where the darts were and started throwing them at the dart board.

Wade stood there eagerly watching Clint cook, the bacon and eggs smelled so good, he couldn't wait to eat and head out to the happiest place on earth.  Universal studios!

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The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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Wade woke up to the rooster crowing and the sun shining through the windows.  “Ugh,  what’s it take to get a few more minutes of shut eye?” He said as he got up and stretched.  Wade went to the bathroom and used Clint’s toothbrush to brush his teeth. “Minty fresh!”  Wade exclaimed as he spit into the sink.  Wade stood there thinking about what to do for the day while he changed into his jeans and tshirt.

Wade started going through Clint’s closet and took out his suitcases, he filled them up with Clint’s clothes and underwear and shoes and a pillow, for some reason.  Oh and of course a toothbrush. After he finished packing Clint’s stuff, he ran downstairs and threw the suitcases into the trunk of the car.  Then running back into the house, he grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it at Clint’s face,  “LET’S GO ASSFACE!  WE’RE GOING TO DISNEYLAA-WORRLDD….WHATEVER! DISNEY!”

Clint awoke to his best friend throwing a cushion at his face. Instantly a headache began to form as Wade started to yell. He let a small smile trail across his face. “Dude we are at least a two hour plane ride away from Florida.” He said with a small laugh. He knew Wade would have no problem getting the next flight out. Clint sat up on the couch and rubbed the back of his head.

“Plus, We have no tickets to Disney. We can’t just get on a plane and decide we are gonna spend hundreds of dollars just to go see a castle and ride a couple of rides.” Clint stood from his spot and walked to the kitchen. “How about I make you breakfast, and we do something actually doable?” He asked with a small shrug. Pulling out a carton of orange juice from his fridge. Reaching into his cabinet he grabbed a glass and poured himself a drink. Clint decided to pour some for Wade as well. Walking back into the other room he handed Wade the glass of orange juice. “How does that sound?” He nodded his head with a smile.

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“Fine, you make breakfast and shit.  I can eat anyway.” Wade said with his hand on his stomach as his stomach growled.  He was hungry, so he better eat before he kidnapped Clint to go to Disneyworld.  “But Clint!!  I already bought the tickets!!!”  Wade showed Clint the tickets that he legit bought on his phone. “Bitch, we goin’! I don’t care what you say, I’m putting my foot down and we’re gonna go and have fun of some sort!  We’re gonna ride the teacups! And we’re gonna get us some Mickey ears that we’re gonna wear all day!”  Taking the glass of orange juice that Clint handed to him, he took a couple of sips before he continued whining, “But-But Mickey and Minnie are there!  I wanna see Donaldddd!!  Don’t you wanna see Donaalldd, Clint?!  Go on Space Mountain, or Indiana Jones, and get some churros and a turkey legg?!”  Wade paused for a bit “Can you make me bacon?  I like bacon, and two eggs.  Sunny-side up please~!” Wade said, taking another swig of orange juice.

Wade walked over to the kitchen table, pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at Clint with puppy dog eyes.  “Please Clint, PLEEAAASSEE?!?  It’s not like you have a choice anyways!!!”

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The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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There was a bunch of shit that Wade still needed to get off his chest, he took a deep breath, then started to speak, “Clint… Since we’re being honest here and we’re still on the subject of toothbrushes…. I used your toothbrush in the bathroom.”  He side glanced at the other man, then looked away sheepishly.  “And dude, can you like, stop apologizing?  I’m over it,  I just wanted to tell you how much I missed you, in the most rom-com way possible, of course.  And because I’m sick I’m not my normal self.” Wade coughed slightly.  He wrapped the blanket tighter around his body.

“Clint I-I’m dying here.” Resting his head against the couch, looking up at Clint, “I just needed to know if we’re still best friends and that I can drag your ass everywhere and fight bad guys and shit, and maybe you’ll let me rob a few people behind your back. You know, like old times.” Wade squirmed a little, to face Clint a little more, “Come on, Clint, let’s go have fun again. You’ve become so stiff lately ‘Wade we’re not doing this! We can’t do that!  Fix this, do that blah blah blah’” Wade mocked.  At least back in the day he was able to drag Clint around against his will to do shit he wanted.

Wade thought of all these things silently and slowly drifted off to sleep.

When Wade admitted to using Clint’s toothbrush he scoffed a bit. “Really…? Guess it was time for a new toothbrush anyway.” He shrugged with a small smile tugging at his lips. He licked his lips, they felt so dry. “Alright. I will stop apologizing.” He laughed slightly, he couldn’t help still feeling sorry for letting the two of them drift apart. “I missed you too, man.” He said while patting Wade’s shoulder. “Thanks for sticking around.” He said while nudging Wade a little with his elbow.

Clint let out another silent laugh. “Of course we are still best friends. I just kinda grew up a little. I can’t promise things will be the same, but I can promise I can try and make things feel as close to normal as possible.” Clint shrugged. He couldn’t help who he was now, being a dad was what felt right. Being the mature one just made sense to him. “I would never let you rob people, you always did it without my knowledge. So that never changed.” He laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I can’t help being stiff if you shoot holes into my walls. Maybe if you pull back on being so…” Clint couldn’t think of the words to describe his best friend. “So you, then maybe I can try and pull back on being so me. How does that sound?” Clint smiled to Wade and laid back onto the couch. He rested his hand on his stomach and smile up to the ceiling. For the first time in a long time, he felt genuinely content. “Hey…Thanks Wade.” He said while letting his gaze fall to a now sleeping Wade Wilson. The only time the Merc With a Mouth was silent.

Clint smiled to himself. Things felt normal, and he liked normal.

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Wade woke up to the rooster crowing and the sun shining through the windows.  “Ugh,  what’s it take to get a few more minutes of shut eye?” He said as he got up and stretched.  Wade went to the bathroom and used Clint’s toothbrush to brush his teeth. “Minty fresh!”  Wade exclaimed as he spit into the sink.  Wade stood there thinking about what to do for the day while he changed into his jeans and tshirt.

Wade started going through Clint’s closet and took out his suitcases, he filled them up with Clint’s clothes and underwear and shoes and a pillow, for some reason.  Oh and of course a toothbrush. After he finished packing Clint’s stuff, he ran downstairs and threw the suitcases into the trunk of the car.  Then running back into the house, he grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it at Clint’s face,  “LET’S GO ASSFACE!  WE’RE GOING TO DISNEYLAA-WORRLDD….WHATEVER! DISNEY!”

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The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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Wade woke up violently again, sweating from the nightmare that he had just had.  He tried going back to sleep, but after half an hour of tossing and turning, Wade got up from the bed, and went back downstairs and through the kitchen for a juice box.  He stumbled across the living room and sat on the floor, with his back against the couch that Clint was laying on.  Wade grabbed some of the blanket that was on Clint and wrapped it around his head.

Wade just sat there for a long while, not saying anything.  He listened to the sound of his own rhythmic breath.  Slowly sipping on the juice box.

“Hey.  I can’t sleep.  Can you sleep?”  He said quietly.  “I think I’m still feeling sick… and having fever dreams. It’s weird.”  Wade sat there staring at the wall.

Clint laid there just listening to his air conditioning unit run. He couldn’t help but just sigh. He flipped over onto his side, shoving his hand beneath his head. Feeling the sudden rush of loneliness he took in a deep breath. Clint stared at the wall while running a hand through his hair. Clint let the breath sit in his chest when he heard Wade come down the stairs. Clint quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He always did this when he thought the other was checking up on him. It was kind of what pushed Laura away. When he heard Wade’s footsteps make their way to the kitchen he remembered he had been holding his breath. Clint tried to let it out slowly. Before he knew it he had the blanket taken from him. “Well…I was sleeping…” He lied, figuring he could play it off as he was. “You okay? I told you, you shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream and the four slices of pizza.” Clint whispered. He let out a silent laugh.

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“Uh huh sure you were sleeping. It’s my blanket now.” Wade sat there still, his back was leaning against the couch, he stiffened up when he felt Clint’s arm behind him, barely touching. It was warm.  Wade couldn’t move, he didn’t want to move and for once in his life, his mind was still.  Wade just wanted to sit there with his friend and not do anything else.  They were best friends before, a long time ago, it was almost a forgotten memory.

Wade was unsure if he was acting somber because he was sick or if it was because he was near Clint.  He really missed Clint, in every way possible.  Whatever it was, he was letting his guard down.  This was bad, but Wade did not care at this very moment, he just wanted to sit there.  Wade remembered all the things they did with one another, all the adventures they went through together.  He couldn’t be mad at Clint, they were so close, not to mention Clint always paid for his food.

There were many things that were left unsaid, and Wade had been fine with that,  Clint on the other hand was more open about his feelings, even when he didn’t say them aloud.  Wade knew Clint, even though he’d changed to a more mature-dad-person, and Clint hid everything through his body language, he was good, but he could not hide all the sadness that was in his eyes.

The straw was still in his mouth, he wasn’t even sipping the juice, Wade just stared straight at the wall, holding the juice box with both his hands and picking at the corners with his finger nails.

Snapping out of his trance, he realized that Clint was behind him.  Wade turned to face his friend, breaking the silence, he whispered, “Hey Clint? Sometimes…when I close my eyes… I can’t see anything”

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Clint was unsure if Wade had fallen asleep, or if he had choked from the juice. Clint sat up a little to make sure Wade was okay. Realizing Wade was just being quiet he laid back down. Clint let one of his hands lay on his stomach and the other had propped up his head. It was nice being able to just sit in comfortable silence with Wade.

Things were different, but good different. Clint didn’t feel obligated to know every single person Wade was in contact with. Clint didn’t feel it necessary to ask what he had done all the years they weren’t together. Clint didn’t even want to know if his toothbrush still was at Wade’s apartment. He just enjoyed Wade’s company. Even if it was going to be for a short while. Wade could wake up tomorrow and decide the new Clint was too much to bare and that would be okay, he just was enjoying the time he had with Wade. Even if it was going to be brief.

Clint took in a small breath and let it out slowly. He pursed his lips as his eyes trailed back to the ceiling. When Wade broke the silence it caught Clint off gaurd and he let out a laugh. “So fever dream, huh?” he wondered what Wade’s fever dream’s were like, as basically his whole life seemed like one big fever dream. “What was that like?” He turned his body to face Wade. Smiling down at him.

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“There were things.  In the air.” He said, “Cloudy things, and I’m flying.  In space of course. And this giant monster comes out at me and swallows me whole, then poops me out and I’m in OZ, over the rainbow.” Wade lied. Well, it was partially true.  The dream had actually been about Clint, they were both in space and the monster had eaten Clint instead of him.  It was terrifying.  Wade paused for a moment, “Hey Clint…?  That was actually a lie, I dreamt that you were the one being eaten, and I kept running after you, and I eventually grabbed your hand, but it slipped and you were taken away…from me….” He let out a slight whimper.  “Damn.. I’m being such a pansy right now.” Sniffling and wiping away the tears.  “It’s probably because I don’t feel good right now, but I missed us.  Our adventures and shit, and you buying me food.  I don’t want you to feel guilty and take all the blame, I was still apart of that problem.  I stopped talking to you, I stopped even trying.  But I never stopped thinking about how we were so close back then, even after you got married.  I thought I’d at least be your best man, so I became angry and gave up.  What I’m trying to say, Clint, is… I miss you.  More than you think.”

Wade sat in silence, waiting for the other to respond,

“I still even have your toothbrush back at my apartment.”

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“There were things.  In the air.” He said, “Cloudy things, and I’m flying.  In space of course. And this giant monster comes out at me and swallows me whole, then poops me out and I’m in OZ, over the rainbow.” Wade lied. Well, it was partially true.  The dream had actually been about Clint, they were both in space and the monster had eaten Clint instead of him.  It was terrifying.  Wade paused for a moment, “Hey Clint…?  That was actually a lie, I dreamt that you were the one being eaten, and I kept running after you, and I eventually grabbed your hand, but it slipped and you were taken away…from me….” He let out a slight whimper.  “Damn.. I’m being such a pansy right now.” Sniffling and wiping away the tears.  “It’s probably because I don’t feel good right now, but I missed us.  Our adventures and shit, and you buying me food.  I don’t want you to feel guilty and take all the blame, I was still apart of that problem.  I stopped talking to you, I stopped even trying.  But I never stopped thinking about how we were so close back then, even after you got married.  I thought I’d at least be your best man, so I became angry and gave up.  What I’m trying to say, Clint, is… I miss you.  More than you think.”

Wade sat in silence, waiting for the other to respond,

“I still even have your toothbrush back at my apartment.”

Clint furrowed his eyebrows. “Wow…That does sound like a fever dream.” He laughed a little to himself. Wade had some imagination on him. He should have done something with it instead of just becoming a mercenary. Clint swallowed when Wade said he lied. Clint didn’t know what to say. So he just sat there. Silently listening. Clint began picking at the dead skin on around his nails. He did this when he was unsure or anxious. It was just something to help ease his mind. When Wade said he was being a pansy Clint let out a sad laugh. He felt so guilty for not contacting Wade for so long. He felt like he should have tried harder, but things got odd. Laura didn’t like Wade very much, and that was his everything at that time. 

He let the air just sit for a bit, trying to think of something to say. Clint opened his mouth to speak, but when he couldn’t find the right words he closed it. Doing that a couple of times before finally breaking the silence. “I am so sorry Wade…” Was all his brain could think to say. He sat up on the couch and rubbed his forehead. When he let his hands fall he looked to the other. “I can’t say this enough. I am so sorry.” He repeated. There wasn’t anything else he could think to say. Anything that would make Wade feel okay. 

Clint swallowed the lump in his throat. He didn’t cry in front of people anymore, but he always felt the lump. “Wade. I cannot apologize enough for doing what I did. I wanted you to be apart of my life, I so truly did…” Clint paused mid sentence. trying to gather his thoughts. “We…” he sighed again, still trying to think of the correct thing to say. “I…Should have tried harder…I drifted from so many people and I cannot forgive myself for that. Just know I am so god damn sorry.” He said again. Clint knew he couldn’t really get his thoughts together, all he knew to do was apologize.

Clint smiled to himself when he heard Wade’s last sentence. Clint let the air sit for a few minuets before deciding it was best to lighten the air.

“It’s probably moldy by now…You should probably throw it away.”

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There was a bunch of shit that Wade still needed to get off his chest, he took a deep breath, then started to speak, “Clint… Since we’re being honest here and we’re still on the subject of toothbrushes…. I used your toothbrush in the bathroom.”  He side glanced at the other man, then looked away sheepishly.  “And dude, can you like, stop apologizing?  I’m over it,  I just wanted to tell you how much I missed you, in the most rom-com way possible, of course.  And because I’m sick I’m not my normal self.” Wade coughed slightly.  He wrapped the blanket tighter around his body.

“Clint I-I’m dying here.” Resting his head against the couch, looking up at Clint, “I just needed to know if we’re still best friends and that I can drag your ass everywhere and fight bad guys and shit, and maybe you’ll let me rob a few people behind your back. You know, like old times.” Wade squirmed a little, to face Clint a little more, “Come on, Clint, let’s go have fun again. You’ve become so stiff lately ‘Wade we’re not doing this! We can’t do that!  Fix this, do that blah blah blah’” Wade mocked.  At least back in the day he was able to drag Clint around against his will to do shit he wanted.

Wade thought of all these things silently and slowly drifted off to sleep.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade woke up violently again, sweating from the nightmare that he had just had.  He tried going back to sleep, but after half an hour of tossing and turning, Wade got up from the bed, and went back downstairs and through the kitchen for a juice box.  He stumbled across the living room and sat on the floor, with his back against the couch that Clint was laying on.  Wade grabbed some of the blanket that was on Clint and wrapped it around his head.

Wade just sat there for a long while, not saying anything.  He listened to the sound of his own rhythmic breath.  Slowly sipping on the juice box.

“Hey.  I can’t sleep.  Can you sleep?”  He said quietly.  “I think I’m still feeling sick… and having fever dreams. It’s weird.”  Wade sat there staring at the wall.

Clint laid there just listening to his air conditioning unit run. He couldn’t help but just sigh. He flipped over onto his side, shoving his hand beneath his head. Feeling the sudden rush of loneliness he took in a deep breath. Clint stared at the wall while running a hand through his hair. Clint let the breath sit in his chest when he heard Wade come down the stairs. Clint quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He always did this when he thought the other was checking up on him. It was kind of what pushed Laura away. When he heard Wade’s footsteps make their way to the kitchen he remembered he had been holding his breath. Clint tried to let it out slowly. Before he knew it he had the blanket taken from him. “Well…I was sleeping…” He lied, figuring he could play it off as he was. “You okay? I told you, you shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream and the four slices of pizza.” Clint whispered. He let out a silent laugh.

[deadpool-corps]

“Uh huh sure you were sleeping. It’s my blanket now.” Wade sat there still, his back was leaning against the couch, he stiffened up when he felt Clint’s arm behind him, barely touching. It was warm.  Wade couldn’t move, he didn’t want to move and for once in his life, his mind was still.  Wade just wanted to sit there with his friend and not do anything else.  They were best friends before, a long time ago, it was almost a forgotten memory.

Wade was unsure if he was acting somber because he was sick or if it was because he was near Clint.  He really missed Clint, in every way possible.  Whatever it was, he was letting his guard down.  This was bad, but Wade did not care at this very moment, he just wanted to sit there.  Wade remembered all the things they did with one another, all the adventures they went through together.  He couldn’t be mad at Clint, they were so close, not to mention Clint always paid for his food.

There were many things that were left unsaid, and Wade had been fine with that,  Clint on the other hand was more open about his feelings, even when he didn’t say them aloud.  Wade knew Clint, even though he’d changed to a more mature-dad-person, and Clint hid everything through his body language, he was good, but he could not hide all the sadness that was in his eyes.

The straw was still in his mouth, he wasn’t even sipping the juice, Wade just stared straight at the wall, holding the juice box with both his hands and picking at the corners with his finger nails.

Snapping out of his trance, he realized that Clint was behind him.  Wade turned to face his friend, breaking the silence, he whispered, “Hey Clint? Sometimes…when I close my eyes… I can’t see anything”

[thehawksarrows]

Clint was unsure if Wade had fallen asleep, or if he had choked from the juice. Clint sat up a little to make sure Wade was okay. Realizing Wade was just being quiet he laid back down. Clint let one of his hands lay on his stomach and the other had propped up his head. It was nice being able to just sit in comfortable silence with Wade.

Things were different, but good different. Clint didn’t feel obligated to know every single person Wade was in contact with. Clint didn’t feel it necessary to ask what he had done all the years they weren’t together. Clint didn’t even want to know if his toothbrush still was at Wade’s apartment. He just enjoyed Wade’s company. Even if it was going to be for a short while. Wade could wake up tomorrow and decide the new Clint was too much to bare and that would be okay, he just was enjoying the time he had with Wade. Even if it was going to be brief.

Clint took in a small breath and let it out slowly. He pursed his lips as his eyes trailed back to the ceiling. When Wade broke the silence it caught Clint off gaurd and he let out a laugh. “So fever dream, huh?” he wondered what Wade’s fever dream’s were like, as basically his whole life seemed like one big fever dream. “What was that like?” He turned his body to face Wade. Smiling down at him.

[deadpool-corps]

“There were things.  In the air.” He said, “Cloudy things, and I’m flying.  In space of course. And this giant monster comes out at me and swallows me whole, then poops me out and I’m in OZ, over the rainbow.” Wade lied. Well, it was partially true.  The dream had actually been about Clint, they were both in space and the monster had eaten Clint instead of him.  It was terrifying.  Wade paused for a moment, “Hey Clint...?  That was actually a lie, I dreamt that you were the one being eaten, and I kept running after you, and I eventually grabbed your hand, but it slipped and you were taken away...from me....” He let out a slight whimper.  “Damn.. I’m being such a pansy right now.” Sniffling and wiping away the tears.  “It’s probably because I don’t feel good right now, but I missed us.  Our adventures and shit, and you buying me food.  I don’t want you to feel guilty and take all the blame, I was still apart of that problem.  I stopped talking to you, I stopped even trying.  But I never stopped thinking about how we were so close back then, even after you got married.  I thought I’d at least be your best man, so I became angry and gave up.  What I’m trying to say, Clint, is... I miss you.  More than you think.”

Wade sat in silence, waiting for the other to respond,

“I still even have your toothbrush back at my apartment.”

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade woke up violently again, sweating from the nightmare that he had just had.  He tried going back to sleep, but after half an hour of tossing and turning, Wade got up from the bed, and went back downstairs and through the kitchen for a juice box.  He stumbled across the living room and sat on the floor, with his back against the couch that Clint was laying on.  Wade grabbed some of the blanket that was on Clint and wrapped it around his head.

Wade just sat there for a long while, not saying anything.  He listened to the sound of his own rhythmic breath.  Slowly sipping on the juice box.

“Hey.  I can’t sleep.  Can you sleep?”  He said quietly.  “I think I’m still feeling sick… and having fever dreams. It’s weird.”  Wade sat there staring at the wall.

Clint laid there just listening to his air conditioning unit run. He couldn’t help but just sigh. He flipped over onto his side, shoving his hand beneath his head. Feeling the sudden rush of loneliness he took in a deep breath. Clint stared at the wall while running a hand through his hair. Clint let the breath sit in his chest when he heard Wade come down the stairs. Clint quickly closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

He always did this when he thought the other was checking up on him. It was kind of what pushed Laura away. When he heard Wade’s footsteps make their way to the kitchen he remembered he had been holding his breath. Clint tried to let it out slowly. Before he knew it he had the blanket taken from him. “Well…I was sleeping…” He lied, figuring he could play it off as he was. “You okay? I told you, you shouldn’t have eaten that ice cream and the four slices of pizza.” Clint whispered. He let out a silent laugh.

[deadpool-corps]

“Uh huh sure you were sleeping. It’s my blanket now.” Wade sat there still, his back was leaning against the couch, he stiffened up when he felt Clint’s arm behind him, barely touching. It was warm.  Wade couldn’t move, he didn’t want to move and for once in his life, his mind was still.  Wade just wanted to sit there with his friend and not do anything else.  They were best friends before, a long time ago, it was almost a forgotten memory.

Wade was unsure if he was acting somber because he was sick or if it was because he was near Clint.  He really missed Clint, in every way possible.  Whatever it was, he was letting his guard down.  This was bad, but Wade did not care at this very moment, he just wanted to sit there.  Wade remembered all the things they did with one another, all the adventures they went through together.  He couldn’t be mad at Clint, they were so close, not to mention Clint always paid for his food.

There were many things that were left unsaid, and Wade had been fine with that,  Clint on the other hand was more open about his feelings, even when he didn’t say them aloud.  Wade knew Clint, even though he’d changed to a more mature-dad-person, and Clint hid everything through his body language, he was good, but he could not hide all the sadness that was in his eyes.

The straw was still in his mouth, he wasn’t even sipping the juice, Wade just stared straight at the wall, holding the juice box with both his hands and picking at the corners with his finger nails.

Snapping out of his trance, he realized that Clint was behind him.  Wade turned to face his friend, breaking the silence, he whispered, “Hey Clint? Sometimes...when I close my eyes… I can’t see anything”

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

“Clint, I never get sick.”  That was a blatant lie, but Wade wasn’t going to change his ways. Wade finished the rest of his food and sat there for a few moments more.  Wade’s stomach started gurgling, he got up from the couch “I’ll be right back.”  He ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.  Sounds of pain came from the bathroom, and fater 45 minutes, Wade came back out.  “See…I’m…totally fine…not sick!” Wade sat back down and continued watching television with Clint.

A couple hours passed, and at that point Wade was on the couch pretty much sprawled out, with his mouth open, fast asleep, drool dripping from his mouth.  His head was resting on Clint’s shoulder and he was snoring loudly as well.  A slight whimper, and feeble cry came from Wade as he slept.  He was definitely dreaming about something, “….Clint… Don’t go…..” he said softly in his sleep.  Wade snorted loudly, so loudly that he woke himself up, “WAIT! COME BACK!”  Wade shouted.  He looked around and saw Clint “Heeeyyy there friend….” Wade said awkwardly.  He got up from the couch slowly.

“I’m gonna hit the hay” Wade said as he yawned and stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  He walked up the stairs to Clint’s room and shut the door, he dug through Clint’s closet and found a pair of pajama pants and a shirt, and changed into them, then threw himself onto Clint’s bed drifted off to sleep,. “Mmmmm sooofft and fluffy…”

Clint let out a small laugh as Wade ran from the room. “Suuuure you don’t, buddy. Whatever you say.” He shouted to the other clearly sick to their stomach. Clint suck further into the couch, putting his hands behind his head. He smiled to himself, this was like old times. The feeling of nostalgia washed over him. He loved that he didn’t have to explain himself to Wade, that nothing had to be awkward. Everything was normal.

As time passed Clint found himself nodding off, mindlessly flipping through the channels. Wade’s head on his shoulder. He didn’t want to move as to not wake the other, but he didn’t mind the presence either. When he heard Wade whimper his name he chuckled a bit. Clint rubbed his eyes and felt himself start to drift off more before being startled awake by Wade shouting. When Wade and Clint’s eyes connected he could tell Wade was slightly embarrassed. “Hey friend.” He said while rolling his eyes. Clint nodded in agreement before looking to see Wade walk up the stairs to his room. “Well…Guess that means I’m sleeping down here, huh?” He asked watching Wade trail up the stairs. He nodded when he received no response. “Guess that’s a yes.” Clint let Wade walk to his room, he figured he could sleep on the couch. It wasn’t like he didn’t do it before, half his marriage he found himself sleeping on the couch. Not because they were mad at each other, but not being able to sleep he often found solace in the couch.

Clint stood from the couch and walked to a basket next to his TV with just blankets. Laura always had a basket filled with blankets for the TV room, it was just a habit he picked up from her. He grabbed one and opened it up. Clint plopped himself back onto his couch and pulled the blanket over his body. Turning off the tv. This was usually the time he couldn’t sleep. He looked up at the ceiling and just laid there. His thoughts were empty, but his mind was restless.

[deadpool-corps]

Wade woke up violently again, sweating from the nightmare that he had just had.  He tried going back to sleep, but after half an hour of tossing and turning, Wade got up from the bed, and went back downstairs and through the kitchen for a juice box.  He stumbled across the living room and sat on the floor, with his back against the couch that Clint was laying on.  Wade grabbed some of the blanket that was on Clint and wrapped it around his head.

Wade just sat there for a long while, not saying anything.  He listened to the sound of his own rhythmic breath.  Slowly sipping on the juice box.

“Hey.  I can’t sleep.  Can you sleep?”  He said quietly.  “I think I’m still feeling sick… and having fever dreams. It’s weird.”  Wade sat there staring at the wall.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade took the wallet from Clint and whined “Fiiinnne, I won’t take anything” He said in a huff.  He walked over to the door and gave the pizza guy a few bucks, “Here keep the change”  Wade grabbed the box and opened it, while closing the door behind him.  “Oooh cheesy!  Just like you Clint!”  He said while taking a slice out and shoving it in his mouth.  He put the box down on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch next to Clint.

“So what we watchin’ Hawkass?  Or Ronin, or whatever.  Imma keep callin’ you Hawkass.  So what we watchin’?  What were we even talking about?  Oh yeah.  I missed you so so so damn much Clint!”  Turning to face Clint and making kissy faces

As he listened to Wade give the change to the dilvery driver. When he heard Wade walk around the couch he clapped his hands and rubbed them together. He was so ready for this pizza, one thing about Wade was that he was always making him eat crappy food. He didn’t mind enjoying himself once in awhile though. “I don’t mind being compared to a pizza. They’re pretty damn hot.” he laughed at his own, what he would consider a dad joke.

Clint stood from the seat and jogged to his kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates and some glasses. He ran back in to see Wade had already grabbed himself a slice. “How about a plate?” He questioned as he cocked an eyebrow. He placed the plates on the coffee table and grabbed himself a slice, seating himself on the floor. “Honestly, I have no idea what we are watching. I was just flipping through the channels,” He handed Wade the remote. “Put whatever you want on.” He took a bite of his pizza before pouring himself a glass of soda. “I figured you missed me.” He looked back at Wade with a raised eyebrow. “I mean how could you not?” He took another bite.

[deadpool-corps]

Wade finished his first slice of pizza and reached for his second “Plate?  What am I a barbarian?”  He quipped while chewing on his second slice.  He took the remote and started going through the on demand movies, Wade also realized that Clint was teasing him back so he changed the subject, “How about Bourne Legacy?  It has Jeremy Renner in it.  Or Self/Less, now that’s a pretty good movie!  You got Netflix,Hawkass?  I can always go for Golden Girls, what time is it?  Isn’t it your bedtime anyway? It’s like 8pm.  It’s beddy-bye for yooouuu.  You got ice cream in that freezer of yours?  Maybe we can go to Disneyworld right now.  I wanna go to Disneyworld!!!”  Wade leaned over and started pouring himself a soda.

Wade put down the soda and went to the kitchen to dig through the freezer, trying to find ice cream, he found a tub of vanilla ice cream, took it out, went through the cupboards for a bowl and gave himself a few scoops, then went back and plopped back down onto the couch, and reached for his third slice of pizza.  “MMmmmm dis shit be good!  There’s nothing like pizza!”  Wade found the channel with the Golden Girls, and became silent.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade finished his first slice of pizza and reached for his second “Plate?  What am I a barbarian?”  He quipped while chewing on his second slice.  He took the remote and started going through the on demand movies, Wade also realized that Clint was teasing him back so he changed the subject, “How about Bourne Legacy?  It has Jeremy Renner in it.  Or Self/Less, now that’s a pretty good movie!  You got Netflix,Hawkass?  I can always go for Golden Girls, what time is it?  Isn’t it your bedtime anyway? It’s like 8pm.  It’s beddy-bye for yooouuu.  You got ice cream in that freezer of yours?  Maybe we can go to Disneyworld right now.  I wanna go to Disneyworld!!!”  Wade leaned over and started pouring himself a soda.

Wade put down the soda and went to the kitchen to dig through the freezer, trying to find ice cream, he found a tub of vanilla ice cream, took it out, went through the cupboards for a bowl and gave himself a few scoops, then went back and plopped back down onto the couch, and reached for his third slice of pizza.  “MMmmmm dis shit be good!  There’s nothing like pizza!”  Wade found the channel with the Golden Girls, and became silent.

Clint took another bite of his pizza before setting the plate down. Wade was already on slice number two at this point. That man could put food away. “Bourne Legacy…? Never heard of it.” He said in passing. “I do have Netflix actually.” Clint tried to keep up with his oncoming ideas and thoughts. It was very hard to stay on top of the next thing Wade had to say. When Wade stood and went to the kitchen Clint flicked some random tv channel on.  Clint laughed at Wade making fun of the fact that he goes to bed early. “Sorry I don’t sleep till three p-m” he shouted to the other from the opposite room. “Plus, I have to be up early for work. I only retired for like five minuets.” He said with a smile. He enjoyed his job to much to let it go. Doing what was right just felt right to him. It was his calling, and making his kids proud to say “My Dad is an Avenger” made it all the more worth it. When Wade came back into the room Clint laughed with a slight shocked face on. “How the hell are you even ready for ice cream.!?” He took another bite of his pizza before being slightly grossed out as Wade began to eat the ice cream and the pizza at the same time.

“Aren’t you gonna be sick?” He asked while giving a slight smile.

[deadpool-corps]

“Clint, I never get sick.”  That was a blatant lie, but Wade wasn’t going to change his ways. Wade finished the rest of his food and sat there for a few moments more.  Wade’s stomach started gurgling, he got up from the couch “I’ll be right back.”  He ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.  Sounds of pain came from the bathroom, and fater 45 minutes, Wade came back out.  “See...I’m...totally fine...not sick!” Wade sat back down and continued watching television with Clint.

A couple hours passed, and at that point Wade was on the couch pretty much sprawled out, with his mouth open, fast asleep, drool dripping from his mouth.  His head was resting on Clint’s shoulder and he was snoring loudly as well.  A slight whimper, and feeble cry came from Wade as he slept.  He was definitely dreaming about something, “....Clint… Don’t go…..” he said softly in his sleep.  Wade snorted loudly, so loudly that he woke himself up, “WAIT! COME BACK!”  Wade shouted.  He looked around and saw Clint “Heeeyyy there friend….” Wade said awkwardly.  He got up from the couch slowly.

“I’m gonna hit the hay” Wade said as he yawned and stretched, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  He walked up the stairs to Clint’s room and shut the door, he dug through Clint’s closet and found a pair of pajama pants and a shirt, and changed into them, then threw himself onto Clint’s bed drifted off to sleep,. “Mmmmm sooofft and fluffy…”

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade took the wallet from Clint and whined “Fiiinnne, I won’t take anything” He said in a huff.  He walked over to the door and gave the pizza guy a few bucks, “Here keep the change”  Wade grabbed the box and opened it, while closing the door behind him.  “Oooh cheesy!  Just like you Clint!”  He said while taking a slice out and shoving it in his mouth.  He put the box down on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch next to Clint.

“So what we watchin’ Hawkass?  Or Ronin, or whatever.  Imma keep callin’ you Hawkass.  So what we watchin’?  What were we even talking about?  Oh yeah.  I missed you so so so damn much Clint!”  Turning to face Clint and making kissy faces

As he listened to Wade give the change to the dilvery driver. When he heard Wade walk around the couch he clapped his hands and rubbed them together. He was so ready for this pizza, one thing about Wade was that he was always making him eat crappy food. He didn’t mind enjoying himself once in awhile though. “I don’t mind being compared to a pizza. They’re pretty damn hot.” he laughed at his own, what he would consider a dad joke.

Clint stood from the seat and jogged to his kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates and some glasses. He ran back in to see Wade had already grabbed himself a slice. “How about a plate?” He questioned as he cocked an eyebrow. He placed the plates on the coffee table and grabbed himself a slice, seating himself on the floor. “Honestly, I have no idea what we are watching. I was just flipping through the channels,” He handed Wade the remote. “Put whatever you want on.” He took a bite of his pizza before pouring himself a glass of soda. “I figured you missed me.” He looked back at Wade with a raised eyebrow. “I mean how could you not?” He took another bite.

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Wade finished his first slice of pizza and reached for his second “Plate?  What am I a barbarian?”  He quipped while chewing on his second slice.  He took the remote and started going through the on demand movies, Wade also realized that Clint was teasing him back so he changed the subject, “How about Bourne Legacy?  It has Jeremy Renner in it.  Or Self/Less, now that’s a pretty good movie!  You got Netflix,Hawkass?  I can always go for Golden Girls, what time is it?  Isn’t it your bedtime anyway? It’s like 8pm.  It’s beddy-bye for yooouuu.  You got ice cream in that freezer of yours?  Maybe we can go to Disneyworld right now.  I wanna go to Disneyworld!!!”  Wade leaned over and started pouring himself a soda.

Wade put down the soda and went to the kitchen to dig through the freezer, trying to find ice cream, he found a tub of vanilla ice cream, took it out, went through the cupboards for a bowl and gave himself a few scoops, then went back and plopped back down onto the couch, and reached for his third slice of pizza.  “MMmmmm dis shit be good!  There’s nothing like pizza!”  Wade found the channel with the Golden Girls, and became silent.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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deadpool-corps

“Of Course I’ve fixed a wall before!” Wade said matter-of-factly, admiring his handiwork. He was working on the frames and screwing the glass together, “What cracks? I don’t see any cracks” grabbing the glue and brushing it over the glass. Wade took the next frame and started ‘fixing’ that one as well, but it cracked in his hands when he heard Clint asking him if Wade ‘missed him’. That was a hard question for Wade. He never liked admitting anything cheesy in moments like these, Clint knew that, but he also knew that Clint needed to know. Clint always needed to know. That bastard.

I did miss that son of a bitch. Should I tell him the truth though? Or should I mess with his head? But then it would mess with my head if I did tell him the truth, or would it? If I told him it would mess with him anyways right? Where’s 

\that pizza guy when you need him?!

Wade thought about it for a few seconds more and decided to be honest with Clint for once. Which is a rare moment but it happens…every now and then.

Wade took a deep breath, “Clint, I wouldn’t be mad at you if I didn’t miss you. We were like besties and we just stopped talking….” Wade smirked “I also miss you buying food for me and taking me out to nice restaurants out in the city”

Just then the doorbell rang, “oooh! That’s gotta be the pizza guy!”

When Wade was honest with him it made him smile internally. He needed to hear him just be honest for once and it was a nice change of pace to hear him be so serious about this. “Thanks Wade.” He smiled slightly and nodded. That was all he needed to hear.

When he heard the doorbell ring shrugged. “Seems like it. I have a couple dollars in my wallet. Just take it and give it to the delivery guy. ONLY to the delivery guy! And don’t take anything else.” He stated, he didn’t want to all of sudden be missing a credit card or two because Wade wanted to go shopping. Clint grabbed the remote for the tv and turned it on. Flipping through the channels listening to make sure Wade gave the delivery man the tip.

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Wade took the wallet from Clint and whined “Fiiinnne, I won’t take anything” He said in a huff.  He walked over to the door and gave the pizza guy a few bucks, “Here keep the change”  Wade grabbed the box and opened it, while closing the door behind him.  “Oooh cheesy!  Just like you Clint!”  He said while taking a slice out and shoving it in his mouth.  He put the box down on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch next to Clint.

“So what we watchin’ Hawkass?  Or Ronin, or whatever.  Imma keep callin’ you Hawkass.  So what we watchin’?  What were we even talking about?  Oh yeah.  I missed you so so so damn much Clint!”  Turning to face Clint and making kissy faces

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

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“Fiiinnneeee,  I’ll start working on that damn wall.”  Wade said turning around to head to the shed, but when Clint said only psychopaths liked pineapple on pizza “Hey!  That’s not true!  I hate pineapple on pizza!  You take that back!”  Wade paused and thought about it, “No wait… I do like pineapple, you’re right.  Carry on!”

Wade went out to the shed and grabbed a bunch of tools and papier mache and glue.  He ran back into the house with his arms full, and just dropped everything on the floor right besides the wall.  He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, “Tis time!”  Wade snatched a phillips head screwdriver and some papier mache and started paper mache-ing the wall.  “This is gonna look brand new Clint!  You’ll see! Better than new even!”  He dipped a paint roller in a bunch of glue and started gluing the papier mache onto the wall.

After he was done rolling everything onto the wall, Wade backed away to admire his work.  It was beautifully done, pure white walls, it looked as if the wall had never been hit by bullets.  “Sometimes I wonder how I do it!”  He said proudly.  Wade went over to the coffee table and started fixing the frames with the pictures of Clint’s kids.

“When’s the pizza getting here, Clint?  I’m starving!”

Clint laughed a little and plopped himself on the couch. “It’s a deal.” He dialed the pizza place’s number on his cell phone and smiled. Assuming Wade wanted a plain cheese pizza he smiled. Dialing the number on his phone he waiting for the call to get answered, after reaching someone he spoke.

 “Hi! Yeah, I would like to place an order for delivery.” He waited for a response before starting the order. “Can I get one plain cheese pizza, and a two liter bottle of soda?” He asked. “Yes, that is my address! Perfect. Thank you very much.” He smiled a warm smile as if the person on the other line could see his smile and hung up. When he turned his attention to Wade he was working on the wall.

“Are you using papermache?” He asked cocking an eyebrow. Knowing full well that papermache was not going to last on the walls. It needed spackle or sheet rock, not paper and glue. He rolled his eyes. ‘I guess I can have someone come in and re-do it. As long as they’re covered for when the kid’s visit.’ Clint kicked his shoes off and threw his legs onto the coffee table in front of himself. “Have you ever fixed a wall before?” He asked the other man before crossing his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. When Wade joined him he watched as the other fixed the frames that were broken. “Gonna get me new glass for those too?” He asked with a laugh. “Or just going to pretend the crack isn’t there?” 

When Wade asked Clint where the pizza was he chuckled. “I literally just ordered like ten minuets ago. It’s gonna take a little. They have to make it.” Clint sat for a second in comfortable silence, listening to Wade turning the screw driver. “So…Did you miss me?” Clint got a little bit of courage to ask him that question.

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“Of Course I’ve fixed a wall before!” Wade said matter-of-factly, admiring his handiwork. He was working on the frames and screwing the glass together, “What cracks? I don’t see any cracks” grabbing the glue and brushing it over the glass. Wade took the next frame and started ‘fixing’ that one as well, but it cracked in his hands when he heard Clint asking him if Wade ‘missed him’. That was a hard question for Wade. He never liked admitting anything cheesy in moments like these, Clint knew that, but he also knew that Clint needed to know. Clint always needed to know. That bastard.

I did miss that son of a bitch. Should I tell him the truth though? Or should I mess with his head? But then it would mess with my head if I did tell him the truth, or would it? If I told him it would mess with him anyways right? Where’s that pizza guy when you need him?!

Wade thought about it for a few seconds more and decided to be honest with Clint for once. Which is a rare moment but it happens...every now and then.

Wade took a deep breath, “Clint, I wouldn’t be mad at you if I didn’t miss you. We were like besties and we just stopped talking....” Wade smirked “I also miss you buying food for me and taking me out to nice restaurants out in the city”

Just then the doorbell rang, “oooh! That’s gotta be the pizza guy!”

[deadpool-corps]

Deadpool Open Starter

Wade was chewing on a burrito.  “Hey wanna hangout?  We can go rob some poor schmuck or save the world from bad guys.  I wanted to join the X-men and the Avengers at one point, but I made a cooler team!  I call it X-Force! I’m holding auditions now”  he said with a burrito in one hand and twirling his butterfly knife in the other. “Ya wanna join?”

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade cocked his eyebrow questionlingly.  He knew all the things that bothered Clint, but he was pretending everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t.  “Well you should feel guilty for being away from me for so long!  Look at me!  I would miss me too! I don’t even know how you managed to stay away for so long!  I’m amazing! And I’m gonna call myself Uncle Wade whether you like it or not, cuz that’s what your kids are gonna call me!”

Wade turned and went back down the stairs, “so where do you put your tools and shit?  In the tool shed?  Where the fuck is that Clint?  You never tell me where anything is!  How am I supposed to fix your damn wall if you don’t tell me where your stuff is Clint!?  I thought I made it better by decorating it with bullet holes!  It looks awesome!  You’re welcome!  By the way, I’m staying over…for a few days, I hope you don’t mind!  Of course you don’t!  You love me!  Let’s order pizza!  They deliver here don’t they?  I’m starving!  Just thinking about fixing that wall made me hungry!”

Wade started going through all the cupboards around the house looking for ‘tools’ to fix the wall.  Instead, Wade found a few darts on the kitchen table and started throwing them at the target, his aim was an inch away from the bullseye. Wade was good, but not as good as Clint in that department.

Clint smiled knowingly, he knew that Wade was trying to be himself and not pester because he knew Clint didn’t want that. Clint knew he was going to open up, but when was the right time to. He wanted so desperately to apologize to Wade for being missing from his life for so long. Having Wade back around now felt natural. It felt like some sort of normalcy was back. Clint knew he didn’t have to actually thank Wade for that, because Wade knew that Clint was thankful and appreciative of just his presence.

When Wade said he was amazing Clint chuckled. “Hardly.” he laughed again before shrugging “You don’t have to worry, my kid’s will love you.” He knew they would. They loved knowing that their dad was an “Avenger” just being in the same room as Captain America was like the highlight of their little lives. So Clint would be sure that they would love Wade. 

When Wade walked away Clint turned to the door and smiled. He turned back and began following Wade. “Yes Wade, they’re in the tool shed. Out back. The only place that would have tools.” Clint rolled his eyes as Wade began to ramble. “How about this. I’ll make you a deal. You fix my wall. I’ll order you a pizza.” It wasn’t like Clint had a choice, ultimately Wade was getting pizza if he wanted it. He pulled his cell phone from his back pocket and waved it. “Get to fixin’ and I’ll order whatever kind you like.” He paused for a second “Except Pineapple, because only psychopaths eat pineapple on pizza.” Clint eyed Wade as he threw the dart and smiled. “Pretty good shot! Not too shabby!” He smiled.

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“Fiiinnneeee,  I’ll start working on that damn wall.”  Wade said turning around to head to the shed, but when Clint said only psychopaths liked pineapple on pizza “Hey!  That’s not true!  I hate pineapple on pizza!  You take that back!”  Wade paused and thought about it, “No wait… I do like pineapple, you’re right.  Carry on!”

Wade went out to the shed and grabbed a bunch of tools and papier mache and glue.  He ran back into the house with his arms full, and just dropped everything on the floor right besides the wall.  He clapped his hands and rubbed them together, “Tis time!”  Wade snatched a phillips head screwdriver and some papier mache and started paper mache-ing the wall.  “This is gonna look brand new Clint!  You’ll see! Better than new even!”  He dipped a paint roller in a bunch of glue and started gluing the papier mache onto the wall.

After he was done rolling everything onto the wall, Wade backed away to admire his work.  It was beautifully done, pure white walls, it looked as if the wall had never been hit by bullets.  “Sometimes I wonder how I do it!”  He said proudly.  Wade went over to the coffee table and started fixing the frames with the pictures of Clint’s kids.

“When’s the pizza getting here, Clint?  I’m starving!”

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade reached the top of the stairs, and saw Clint facing away from him, “Do what? What can you not handle? I mean you kinda started it by texting me out of nowhere, and then ALMOST telling me you missed me. Dude, you kinda owe me an explanation.” He said, shrugging and popping another carrot into his mouth. Wade chewed loudly. He noticed his friend give him a sad look.

Oh shit. Is Clint about to cry? Come on Wade, you should comfort him. Give him a hug. Maybe he wants a carrot? Put one in his mouth and see what happens. No, this is a kind of serious moment right now. You should hug him

“Dude, are you gonna cry?” He walked up slowly to Clint and gave him a tight hug and started rubbing his back. “Shhhh it’s okay, just let it out. Theeereee you go, that’s a good boy. Now tell Uncle Wade what’s been bothering you.” Wade had an urge to grab Clint’s butt, but decided against it. This time….

“Wade, I’m sorry…” Clint texted Wade because he just needed someone to be around that wasn’t going to ask how he was or how he was feeling. He just needed Wade to be Wade. Clint let Wade hug him. He felt a feeling of relief. “I’m not gonna cry, but I did need this…Whatever this is…” 

Clint let out a small laugh at ‘Uncle Wade’. “Please do not call your self ‘Uncle Wade’.” Clint took a small step back. “Look, I called you because I do miss you. I miss us being so close. I felt so guilty for distancing myself from you.” Clint shrugged. “Everything changed so quick. Sometimes I don’t know how to cope.”

Clint took a step back away from Wade, letting his arms drop. “I just want to say I’m sorry for being a shitty friend.” Clint didn’t want to burden anyone else with who he is. He promised after his divorce he wouldn’t let anyone get in anymore, not because he was afraid of getting hurt or divorce, but because he was afraid of letting them down. He was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to open up about everything he endures and that would ultimately drive them away. Clint wasn’t going to cry, after the war he kept his emotions hidden from those around him. Clint had to be strong for everyone else. 

Unfortunately Clint was so stuck in his ways that he was going to continue to be fine in front of everyone and sit in his bathroom at night. Hiding all the pain and guilt he carries from the war.

[deadpool-corps]

Wade cocked his eyebrow questionlingly.  He knew all the things that bothered Clint, but he was pretending everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t.  “Well you should feel guilty for being away from me for so long!  Look at me!  I would miss me too! I don’t even know how you managed to stay away for so long!  I’m amazing! And I’m gonna call myself Uncle Wade whether you like it or not, cuz that’s what your kids are gonna call me!”

Wade turned and went back down the stairs, “so where do you put your tools and shit?  In the tool shed?  Where the fuck is that Clint?  You never tell me where anything is!  How am I supposed to fix your damn wall if you don’t tell me where your stuff is Clint!?  I thought I made it better by decorating it with bullet holes!  It looks awesome!  You’re welcome!  By the way, I’m staying over...for a few days, I hope you don’t mind!  Of course you don’t!  You love me!  Let’s order pizza!  They deliver here don’t they?  I’m starving!  Just thinking about fixing that wall made me hungry!”

Wade started going through all the cupboards around the house looking for ‘tools’ to fix the wall.  Instead, Wade found a few darts on the kitchen table and started throwing them at the target, his aim was an inch away from the bullseye. Wade was good, but not as good as Clint in that department.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

After Clint opened the door for him, Wade stumbled into the house and walked straight towards the kitchen, “Yeah yeah I’ll fix it whatever! Blah blah blah. Your kids should know what you do for a living anyway!” Wade went straight into the fridge, he heard Clint go upstairs, knowing he was putting away all the goodies.

He’s putting away all the damn toys! It’s okay, there are other goodies in here! Oooh gummy bears! He took a few packs and put them in his pocket, then went back to the fridge for a few juice boxes, and searched for more snacks, “wtf? Apple slices?! Carrot sticks?!!?” He shouted up at Clint, “What kind of a dad are you?! Making your poor kids eat these snacks?!”

Grabbing a bag of carrot sticks he popped one into his mouth and went up the stairs to where Clint was. “You ignored me when I said I loved you, Clint.” He said in a lackadaisical tone while munching on a carrot stick.

When Wade yelled up to him breaking him out of his thought he laughed. “A very good one Wade!” He yelled back in response, just sitting there admiring his own home. It was more lonely without Laura and the kids there everyday. They still spent every holiday together, co-parenting came natural to Clint and Laura. Their kid’s were their entire lives. So they wouldn’t take all the family things away from them just because they were divorced. He just only wished he was in the same home with them everyday. Living in this large house was lonely. Seeing the kid’s bedrooms left frozen in time when they were gone was lonely.

When Clint heard Wade’s feet trailing up the stairs he snapped out of his feelings. Hiding them from Wade. He kept his back turned to Wade when he stated that Clint ignored him. Clint felt his chest get tight. Why did Wade have to do this to him. Why did he have to toy with his emotions. He had done it for years while they were, what Clint thought, a thing. Clint awkwardly shifted his weight. “Can we not do this Wade.” he turned around and gave him a sad smile. Wade always had a flight of ideas and Clint always thought he was one of them. Just an in the moment kind of thing, not truly something Wade wanted to be with forever. “I just can’t handle that right now…” He said while giving a sad look to Wade.

[deadpool-corps]

Wade reached the top of the stairs, and saw Clint facing away from him, “Do what? What can you not handle? I mean you kinda started it by texting me out of nowhere, and then ALMOST telling me you missed me. Dude, you kinda owe me an explanation.” He said, shrugging and popping another carrot into his mouth. Wade chewed loudly. He noticed his friend give him a sad look.

Oh shit. Is Clint about to cry? Come on Wade, you should comfort him. Give him a hug. Maybe he wants a carrot? Put one in his mouth and see what happens. No, this is a kind of serious moment right now. You should hug him

“Dude, are you gonna cry?” He walked up slowly to Clint and gave him a tight hug and started rubbing his back. “Shhhh it’s okay, just let it out. Theeereee you go, that’s a good boy. Now tell Uncle Wade what’s been bothering you.” Wade had an urge to grab Clint’s butt, but decided against it. This time....

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Clint swung his baton at Wade and successfully hit his wrist, the blow made Wade almost drop the bat, “Ow! Not cool Clint! Not cool!” He yelped. Wade held his wrist in pain.

“You might as well have just chopped my hand off you son of a bitch! I thought you loved me! You and I were meant to be and this is how you treat me??!” Wade yelled at Clint dramatically as if it was a lovers spat.

Wade threw the baseball bat at Clint, stood up straight and nonchalantly said “I’m hungry. So we going to Disney or what? I want a churro.” He started walking towards the house “I’m gonna grab another juice box and we can go!” He shouted behind him at the other man.

I wonder where Clint gets his juice boxes from. They’re really good! I wonder if he has other snacks than animal crackers. Maybe I should have checked if Clint was done attacking me, Should I turn around?…nah…..! …Maybe I should….

Wade slowly turned around to see what Clint’s next move was going to be…

Watching the taller man begin to yell made Clint crack a side smile. Sometimes he didn’t fully understand the things Wade said and he thought they were funny. “Aww wah.” he mocked the other and smiled lightly. When Wade threw the baseball bat at him he tried to dodge it but it lightly hit his leg. “That was assault.” He said while shifting the bag strap on his shoulder. Damn, Wade really took a lot of his weapons. 

Watching as Wade made his way to the door he laughed. “The doors locked. Remember?” He laughed light watching Wade turn to him. Clint figured this was to see if Clint was coming to unlock the door.

Once again adjusting the bag on his back he picked up his son’s baseball bat and continued inside his house. “Go get your damn juice box.” He laughed while unlocking his door and taking a step inside. “Also. You’re still fixing that.” Clint pointed to his still bullet hole infested walls. “Especially before my children come for their weekend.” He stated sternly, once again going into dad mode.

Clint placed the baseball bat down beside the couch. He made his way up the stairs and back into his unlocked and wide open armory. He leaned down and unzipped the bag. Taking each item out with care, taking a second to admire them and them returning them to their rightful place. Once everything was back to normal he took a second to take in the moment. Taking in a heavy breath he smiled, looking at all the memories that came with each weapon. Before leaving the room he nodded to it and walked out. Making sure to shut and lock the door. Putting his finger print back on to register that it’s locked.

[deadpool-corps]

After Clint opened the door for him, Wade stumbled into the house and walked straight towards the kitchen, “Yeah yeah I’ll fix it whatever! Blah blah blah. Your kids should know what you do for a living anyway!” Wade went straight into the fridge, he heard Clint go upstairs, knowing he was putting away all the goodies.

He’s putting away all the damn toys! It’s okay, there are other goodies in here! Oooh gummy bears! He took a few packs and put them in his pocket, then went back to the fridge for a few juice boxes, and searched for more snacks, “wtf? Apple slices?! Carrot sticks?!!?” He shouted up at Clint, “What kind of a dad are you?! Making your poor kids eat these snacks?!”

Grabbing a bag of carrot sticks he popped one into his mouth and went up the stairs to where Clint was. “You ignored me when I said I loved you, Clint.” He said in a lackadaisical tone while munching on a carrot stick.

[thehawksarrows]

The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps

Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling…Should he?

He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”

“Just Wade…”

He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”

He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.

’ So…Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.

He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.

[thehawksarrows]

deadpool-corps

Wade punched his friend sqaure in the jaw, “Yes!” He thought, but then he felt the bag slip from his grip, as Clint side swept across from him.

Wade stood there in awe, he knew for a fact that Clint could do these tricks, but he never did them in front of Wade.  Wade saw Clint grab a weapon from the bag, and at that moment he knew that Clint was serious, at least half serious.  Wade knew Clint, and he wouldn’t do anything to hurt Wade.  Wade always took advantage of that, but now Clint wasn’t going to make things easy for him.

He let me punch him on purpose!!  That motherfucker!!!  AND he looked so cool doing that.  He out cooled me!  how dare he?!

“NO I don’t want to see Mickey! Maybe Minnie, or Donald! or Even Goofy! Do they have Max at Disneyworld? Cuz he’s not at Disneyland….”

After Wade stopped talking, Wade sprinted over to where Clint was,  he kept his eye on the bag,  slid on the ground and grabbed any random weapon.  Wade, looked over at his hand in confusion.  “I don’t remember putting a baseball bat in the bag at all… oh well”  He shrugged.  He got up quickly and swung the bat at Clint.

“Fine!  But after this we’re going to DISNEYLAND/WORLD!!!”

Clint smiled when he outsmarted Wade. Wade was trained well, but he was impulsive were as Clint was always thinking of his next move. Unfortunately for Clint, Wade being impulsive, made it hard to predict his next move like he could do with others. Wade caught Clint off gaurd by his statement. He shifted his weight a little, unsure of what character Max was in Disney. 

Clint tried to grab the bag quickly before Wade could reach in. Unfortunately he was unsuccessful. “Where the hell did you get my kid’s bat?” He asked with a confused face before hauling the bag around his chest and quickly zipping it up. While he did this he was hit on the side by Wade with the bat.

“Dude! Not cool.” He said while letting out a sound of pain. Clint heaved the baton back and went for Wade’s hand, trying to disarm him as best he could.

[deadpool-corps]

Clint swung his baton at Wade and successfully hit his wrist, the blow made Wade almost drop the bat, “Ow! Not cool Clint! Not cool!” He yelped. Wade held his wrist in pain.

“You might as well have just chopped my hand off you son of a bitch! I thought you loved me! You and I were meant to be and this is how you treat me??!” Wade yelled at Clint dramatically as if it was a lovers spat.

Wade threw the baseball bat at Clint, stood up straight and nonchalantly said “I’m hungry. So we going to Disney or what? I want a churro.” He started walking towards the house “I’m gonna grab another juice box and we can go!” He shouted behind him at the other man.

I wonder where Clint gets his juice boxes from. They’re really good! I wonder if he has other snacks than animal crackers. Maybe I should have checked if Clint was done attacking me, Should I turn around?...nah…..! ...Maybe I should….

Wade slowly turned around to see what Clint’s next move was going to be...