unthawed:
Old habits
Steve Rogers stood at a table with a number of weapons scattered about, each deconstructed into individual parts, a few inches separately each pile in a meticulous sort of order. Closest to him was a stopwatch, which was good enough for him even though most anyone else was more likely to be using the phone he’d set beside it for the same exact use.
He tapped the side button of the device and then grabbed for a pile. To reconstruct each weapon back into a complete, working state, save the lack of ammo in each empty clip and chamber.
The M1911A1 Rifle was the first, followed by a Colt .45. They were the fastest—his instincts in breaking them down and putting them back together was a few decades older than the others.
The M4 and SIG-Sauer were next, neither being weapons he liked to use himself but his familiarity was out of obligation to someone he never wanted to have a weapon jam on and if he ever—he shook his head and just kept going as the seconds ticked away.
The rest were pistols and went a little faster when not paired with a rifle: a Glock 19, Glock 26, and a P90L.
He stopped the watch with a sigh, looking at the readout and frowning as he sat down in the chair he’d thus far left unused. He picked up the pen and jotted down the time, and then began to break down each weapon, laying the parts out along the table back where they’d been, preparing to do it again.
Wade was known for getting himself into sticky situations, and right now he was definitely in one. Okay so long story short, Thanos dude is big and purple and ugly and snapped his fingers and somehow people stopped knowing who they were? He wasn’t allowed at the battle, too many issues with the studios, so understanding this wasn’t really in his universe. What he did know however was all the fancy Avengers were all scattered around, and he was looking for one in particular.
He figured Spidey would probably end up in one of these fancy bases, trying to get suit to be all cool and spider-like again, even though he didn’t remember. So here he was wondering the halls of some building that cost most than everything he’s ever owned combined, looking for Peter. He sort of knew his way around, Clint had taken him around a few times, showing off where he worked, so the halls appeared to be getting less confusing.
He froze up as he heard some noises coming through a door on his left. He considered his options, he could walk away and not start any sort of fight, or he could march in there and see if it’s his Spidey. He opted for the second option, and as quietly as he could he opened the door to the room. What he was not expecting was seeing Captain America rushing to assemble weapons. This certainly got more interesting.
“I feel like this is a breach of my contract, but I gotta say, you are a MAN. I mean damn, look at you.” Wade suddenly spoke, filling the quiet room with the sound of his voice. “You know me, I love a man with a gun, especially when he’s pointing it at me. It really gets me going.” He grinned, tilting his head to the side. “I’m Wade, but I’m assuming Hawkboy has spoken about me before. We’re kinda like best friends, it’s not a big deal or anything.”
