The Chaos Bringer

You have the boy. Hand him over.

@stryfe-the-chaos-bringer

No.

I’m not going to ask nicely next time. You’ve had your warning

You’re not getting any child.

Yes I will. The boy has potential. Potential that will be better used at my side.

As long as I’m breathing you won’t. The kid does have potential but he needs to be a kid first.

Then you leave me with no other choice.

You have the boy. Hand him over.

@stryfe-the-chaos-bringer

No.

I’m not going to ask nicely next time. You’ve had your warning

You’re not getting any child.

Yes I will. The boy has potential. Potential that will be better used at my side.

You have the boy. Hand him over.

@stryfe-the-chaos-bringer

No.

I’m not going to ask nicely next time. You’ve had your warning

I see your father is gone, child. A boy of your abilities needs someone who can properly… mentor you. How about you join me?

@stryfe-the-chaos-bringer

"Hm..Hm..Let me think about it...Hmmm....How about no."

If there’s nobody looking after you, I’m more than willing to volunteer. All you need to do is stay away from that weak first draft of mine.

"How about a no? I don't want to. Bye bye mister!"

My eye is on you, Emerson Murdock.

I see your father is gone, child. A boy of your abilities needs someone who can properly… mentor you. How about you join me?

@stryfe-the-chaos-bringer

"Hm..Hm..Let me think about it...Hmmm....How about no."

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If there’s nobody looking after you, I’m more than willing to volunteer. All you need to do is stay away from that weak first draft of mine.

What do you want for Christmas?

Cable’s brain! I will not stop until I have Cable dead and his corpse is in my possession!

"I'm planning on straining myself on some small island with no population. Cause I have no life, so what's not better than doing stuff that can get me killed? And yes I need to study for my finals, no I won't study. After Christmas I'm gone. Love ya, if I don't return back in six business days? Uhh? Idk?"

Let me find you an uninhabited island, child. You can stay with me.

"yyeeeahh...noo...thanks. Bye bye."

Are you quite sure? A boy of your power could do… interesting things.

"I'm planning on straining myself on some small island with no population. Cause I have no life, so what's not better than doing stuff that can get me killed? And yes I need to study for my finals, no I won't study. After Christmas I'm gone. Love ya, if I don't return back in six business days? Uhh? Idk?"

Let me find you an uninhabited island, child. You can stay with me.

Wade had been sitting in this abandoned warehouse for two hours, waiting patiently for Senator Jacobs to show his sneaky little face, and by waiting patiently, he was drawing stick figure doodles all over the cement walls with a piece of chalk that was barely holding it together -- almost like my sanity. Why was he waiting for a senator, you say? "Good question!" Wade exclaimed into the open air, his head turned directly to the reader, as if someone were actually there. "You see, I was paid by his wife, Cassandra, to kill this fucker because he's a disgusting pig who would rather sleep with his 20-something intern and lie to his wife's face about it than to be an actual man. What is he doing in this shitty abandoned warehouse? No idea. Don't care. I just got the deets that Senator Jacobs would be here at fifteen-hundred hours for some reason. Surely not to meet his intern, right? What a weird place to get it on..." Wade turned his attention back to doodling a stick figure of himself putting a bow on a grizzly bear and admired his handiwork when he heard the door creak open and two voices echo across the large warehouse. The game was on. Wade stood up, pulling his handgun out of his holster and heading silently to where the voices were coming from. Showtime, baby! @official-askanison

‘I have many plans, but I need to know what Stryfe wants. I can’t just execute them all,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s your job to go to that bar, figure out what Stryfe wants - whether it’s a dead me or a captured me or something else, and then report back to me. So I can set one of those plans in motion. And yes, I have a plan if he wants you to lure me to him. You’re my Stryfe bait. So go act like it. Alright. Hang on.’

Nathan grabbed his Psimitar tightly. ‘Bodyslide by two.’

And just like that, they were in Tompkins Square Park. And it was sunny, not overcast and dark and rainy. There were people there, they just looked, and, used to the weirdness, carried on with their days.

Nathan was used to the motion sickness of bodysliding by now. And timesliding. At lease he didn’t have to do any more of that. Timesliding was way more nauseating than bodysliding anyway.

‘Okay,’ he spoke in a low voice. ‘Stryfe wants me dead. He always wants me dead. Or if he doesn’t, he loves me suffering. Absolutely revels in it. What you are going to do is tell him you have me captured. Is that good enough or does he want me dead. He might want the chance to kill me himself. You report back to me what he says. Okay? And I will deal with Stryfe. Not you.’

His grip on his Psimitar tightened.

Wade nodded and listened to Cable's plan. It wasn't a perfect plan, and given that he was planning with Wade, there was sure to be some hiccups and speedbumps along the way. The merc gave Cable a crisp salute before he could ready himself to bodyslide.

And when they appeared in Tomkins Square Park, Wade doubled over, dry heaving and retching. His world was spinning and he clutched his head, quickly shoving his mask back over his face. "Jesus christ!" Wade coughed. "Warn a merc before you do that. Blech." "Alright, we'll settle for the story of me capturing you, and keeping you tied up in some sexy as fuck shibari position–fuck. Focus, deadpool.” Wade hissed under his breath and quickly talked himself through what he was going to tell Stryfe, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander for a brief moment, his eyes lingering on Cable for a moment as he imagined Cable tied up in some intricate rope design.

“Anyways –and if he wants you dead, he can do it himself. I take him to you, you both have the fight of the century, you impale him with your future stick and if that doesn’t kill him, I'll shoot his dome with my desert eagle and lights out for your evil twin.” Wade nodded matter-of-factly, like he’d be able to take down a Cable variant with just a bullet.

“Can I keep the hat, or do you want that as a trophy? And if you think you're dealin' with your twin alone, think again, Priscilla. No one fucks with you but me. That's my job!" Wade was going to be stubborn about this, whether Cable liked it or not. He wasn't about to risk losing his best friend to his evil twin brother...clone. Whatever the fuck he was! The summers family tree is confusing and fucked up and I hate it, reader. If you saw that tree, you'd understand! There's too many Nathans in that tree and I already picked my favorite. No one's taking away my favorite Nate without my say so.

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‘My Psimitar isn’t for impaling people, Wade, you should know this,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s a sacred Askani weapon that helps me channel my psychic energy. It would be against all of my beliefs if I impaled someone with it, even Stryfe.’ A pause. ‘I’m not opposed to killing him, it might be the only way to rid myself of him once and for all, but I won’t do it by stabbing him with my Psimitar.’

‘And no. You can keep his stupid helmet. I don’t know why he wears that thing. He thinks it makes him look intimidating, but it makes him look ridiculous. He’d be a lot more intimidating without it. But he’s got a flare for dramatics. Had I not got the Techno-Organic Virus, and we grown up normally, he would be a theatre kid,’ Nathan said, ignoring that if he hadn’t got the T-O Virus, Stryfe wouldn’t have been created at all.

‘And yes. That sounds fine. You tell him you captured me. And he can have the honour of killing me himself if he wants,’ Nathan said.

"Maybe future me knows that, but I've never seen that thing before in my life! We're in the year of our lord, Dolly Parton, year 2025 and I have not time travelled ever! But nice to know! I'd still impale your evil twin brother with a radiator as a hat with it if I had the chance." Wade shrugged and readjusted his suit. "Do you think he thinks he can fly with those wings on his helmet or is it to channel the aliens he's trying to communicate with? A piece of tinfoil could do that. So lame!" Wade was having fun talking shit about Cable's evil twin clone brother...whatever the fuck he was. "And damn, theater kid? Bet he would have been great in "Hairspray"! Alright...fifth and main, right? Think that's a few blocks from here. You really wanna duke it out with your evil self in the middle of a park or you got a secondary location?" Wade asked, making sure his guns were loaded and his knives were ready to go.

‘You’ve never…’

Multiple scenarios were going through his head right now.

1. He’d set up in the wrong universe (wouldn’t be the first time. Time travel shenanigans and all.

2. Dementia? He was old. Like really old. He was only 50 because he’d been cloned and resurrected and time travel and used his own TK to stop ageing. He had no idea how old he really was, after all.

3. Wade Wilson’s memory. It was notoriously bad. He’d always remembered some things but not others. Maybe he’d just forgot again. But he did seem to remember Stryfe and know who he was.

‘Stryfe can fly but he can fly like me. With telekinesis. His stupid “radiator had” as you called it, does nothing. His helmet is purely for show.’ Nathan shook his head. ‘And again, it makes him look ridiculous rather than intimidating. Even in the 38th century he looked stupid. I remember one time, Tetherblood and I -‘ he paused. Wade didn’t need to hear this story. It didn’t have a happy ending. ‘Anyway, we made fun of him.’

‘Yes, it’s best to not fight in the city.’ Nathan agreed, now over his distraction from earlier. ‘So we’ll take the fight to New Jersey. Lots of abandoned industry there. It’ll be safer. For civilians. How well do you know New Jersey? It doesn’t matter. Just pick somewhere and chances are good it’ll be abandoned.’

"We've never kissed either! Always wanted to because hot damn do those lips look kissable! Ten out of ten, would kiss again. I've worked with other yous before though! Like this other guy who said his name was Cable but he looked like Josh Brolin. That guy was a hunk! But he was so much shorter. Is he really even a Cable if he didn't use his powers and was just a glorified version of Bucky Barnes and wasn't able to reach the top shelf of a kitchen cabinet?" Wade asked, securing his mask back over his face before he checked his map to make sure he knew which building to go to. "Alright, so there's an abandoned factory in Jersey that looks like it's scheduled for demo in a few months. That should do. I'd patch you the coordinates but I don't have your contact deets to pass you the information." Wade said, flipping through the map on his phone for a moment just to make sure that the area would be clear for some epic battle. Once Cable gave him his contact details, he passed over the coordinates before looking up at the taller man. "Alright, off to go lie like my pants are on fire! See ya later, hotcakes!" Wade gave Cable a salute and leaned up to give the taller man a quick kiss on the cheek through his mask before he jogged off in the direction of fifth and main. "Alright, Wade, just tell Stryfe you couldn't succeed in killing him but captured him instead. Good plan. Tell him he's lying unconscious and tied up in some abandoned warehouse in Jersey and you can take him and his silly hat to him to finish the job." Wade whispered under his breath as he approached the boarded up bar and knocked on a slab of plywood.

Inside, Stryfe was milling around. He had plans. Plans that meant he would take over. And Cable was weak. Not just because he was “disabled” or what the fuck people called it. He was too compassionate. He had attachments to people. And those people were weak. They dragged Cable down to their level. And he let it happen.

Disgusting.

Stryfe didn’t have the Techno-Organic virus in his system, slowing him down. Making him unable to use his powers to their full potential. He had full mastery of his telekinesis and his telepathy. He wasn’t distracted by pain. His mind was clear. He didn’t have a limp. He could walk perfectly. He could move his left hand and fingers to perform delicate tasks. He had full motor control over every single part of his body.

Unlike his weak first draft.

Cable had to be erased.

Stryfe was lost in his thoughts of destroying Cable when he heard a knock at the door and he smirked. Because he knew the job was done for him.

‘About time you got here,’ Stryfe said.

He wasn’t wearing his helmet, but he was wearing his armour and his cape. He looked exactly like Cable. Even down to the scars on his face. The exact same ones in the exact same places. The same five o’clock shadow. The same haircut and cowslick.

Only Stryfe looked… much more evil.

"Holy fuck if you turned that frown upside down you could take Hallie Parker's place in the Parent Trap and Cable can be Annie James. I would pay to see that! Did you give yourself those scars just to look like your more handsome self or were you born with it? Or maybe it's maybeline..." Wade's thoughts drifted off for a second, and he tried to peek around Stryfe's shoulders to see if he could find that dumb hat. He was going to steal it just so he could make fun of him for it. "Anyways, sorry to disappoint muchacho. I don't got fancy powers like you or Cable so he's a lot harder for me to take down. Plus! I figured you'd wanna finish the job, seeing as you're gunning for his head and all. And I'm not exactly sure what you were offering the Senator to begin with, so if you wanna renegotiate prices, I got your not-so-evil-twin-clone tied up in some broom closet in a factory in Jersey for ya. We can discuss payment on the way. Do you bodyslide too? Because that makes me nauseous and I don't think you want me throwing up in my mask." Wade babbled.

Stryfe’s smirk faltered slightly. ‘You didn’t to the job? Oh well. At least now I, Stryfe, the superior Nathan Summers, will have a chance to finish off that weakling, Cable!’ He said, putting his hand in the air as though he were a dramatic Shakespearean actor.

‘And I don’t need to rely on technology to teleport myself where I need to go, unlike my weak first draft does.’ Stryfe waved his hand. ‘He’s too over reliant on technology. For teleporting. Time travel. Communication. Even for using his own powers. And those crass guns. Bah! I do not need technology the way he does because my powers work at 100% capacity! That is why I am better than he is and always will be - I am not held back by the Techno-Organic Virus!’

A slight pause. ‘Alright, where about in New Jersey is he? Can you show me coordinates?’ Stryfe asked calmly. Then he suddenly snapped. ‘If you don’t I am not paying you!’

Wade raised a brow as he listened to Stryfe list off all the things he could do in comparison to his Techno-Organic virus-having clone...brother. Reader, it's always so confusing how many weird clones the Summers family tree has. I hate it. Sinister should have just stuck with one try and called it good, but no! He had to make Madelyne Pryor to make Cable, then Stryfe because every good clone needs an evil twin, then Nate Grey who ended up being the mutant version of Jesus. It's too much! And didn't Nate Grey kidnap a fuckton of mutants and take them to an alternate reality he created as some perfect utopia and banned love? What the fuck was up with that? I heard he learned the error of his ways and he brought the mutants back, but decided to stay in his perfect little loveless world like some fucked up psychopath. Wild. Something's wrong with that kid. "Yeah I didn't listen to any of that. I was too busy thinking about your Jesus counterpart and how he banned love in his alternate universe and now I'm wondering if you have the capacity to love." Wade stated flatly, only for his ears to perk up when Stryfe asked where in New Jersey his clone was. "Oh! Yeah, one moment. Let me get the coordinates out of my phone for you. Or do you need map directions that Siri reads off to you like 'turn left in 500 feet'?" Wade asked as he fished the phone he had stolen from the dead senator out of one of his pouches and pulled up his GPS of the abandoned factory Cable would be at. "Here you go!" Wade shoved the phone into Stryfe's large hands and stood triumphantly, like he'd won something, or did a good job. To Cable, he was doing a bang-up job and following instructions, but to Stryfe? Worst merc in the world. Didn't even kill Cable like he said he would. But hell, when you want to kill your self-righteous clone twin, sometimes you just have to do it yourself!

Stryfe scoffed. ‘Don’t get me started on X-Man. He is a ridiculous person. All that power and what does he do with it? He wastes it! Like the do-gooder he is. That is why he’ll never be as intelligent as I am!’

Stryfe snatched the phone with glee. ‘Yes! Finally! Cable will be dead and he will be dead at my hand! Me! The Chaos Bringer!’ He turned to Deadpool. ‘You have performed satisfactorily. You shall receive your payment of five million dollars or a favour…’ he said, his voice (and face) turning slightly darker, ‘when Cable’s heart is no longer beating. And only then. Otherwise, consider the deal off.’

Stryfe didn’t fully trust Deadpool. He was, after all, Cable’s minion. And being Cable’s minion there was always a chance he was working with Cable. He really had to take care of that.

‘I’ll pay you ten million to you come along and not interfere.’

He narrowed his eyes and a little involuntary smirk made its way to his face. He was going to punish Deadpool for ever associating with his poor copy.

Wade stared off into the distance, because, dear reader, evil villain monologues make the ADHD act up. Can't focus on a thing when someone besides me is yapping about something un-funny! Do you think he ever gets exhausted from monologuing? "Should just call you the monologuing clone! Never heard a Summers talk so much about nothing! But alright, you got yourself a deal. I won't interfere -- wait what kind of favor? Actually no, nevermind. Let's go, big guy!" Wade gave Stryfe a hearty salute, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes or tell him he was wasting time by monologuing instead of killing Cable. He was sure that if he spoke anymore about Cable, he wouldn't hear the end of it, and then Cable would beat his ass after this whole ordeal was over. "Does that silly hat of yours make it easier for you to hear voices in your head, kind of like how cerebro helps professor Xavier listen to peoples thoughts better? Or does it block out other peoples thoughts, or your thoughts from being detected? Or do you just enjoy looking fancy?" Wade rambled.

Stryfe loved monologuing. It was the one thing he loved most - besides plotting to kill Cable. This time, he barely had to plot. He thought. He was wary of Deadpool double crossing him given his closeness with that defective original. Which is why Stryfe had made that offer in the first place. But maybe he could go one step further. He could hurt both Cable and Deadpool. He needed to. He needed to make sure Deadpool finished the job he gave him, and what better way to do that than by baring witness to the deed himself?

‘But there’s another 10 million in it if you kill Cable in front of me. You promised me you’d kill Cable. You didn’t. Of course, I get the opportunity to kill that weakling myself, but if you kill him I’d also get the satisfaction of knowing he’s dead. Twenty million. Think about it.’

Stryfe waited for an answer and went for his helmet, which was under a nearby table. Yes, it was awkward to wear, and oddly heavy, but his telekinesis could handle that without problem. He held it in his hands, trying to look intimidating. Waiting for Deadpool’s answer.

Wade weighed the pros and cons of killing Cable. Sure, his son had originally hired him to kill the guy for some fucked up reason, and frankly, reader, it's been so long that I forgot why Tyler hired me to kill his father in the first place! Doesn't matter, didn't happen, and sure, it was a mark of failure on my long list of merc jobs I've done, but I feel that letting Cable live had done me more good than harm! Cable and I went on so many adventures together, like that time I was working for the US government and he was working against it and we almost got in a fight about it but then I had to pee. Don't remember what happened during that but I'm sure Cable had it handled, because we both lived to see another day! Then there was that one time I was melting and his TO Virus was taking over and we saved each other using some very...questionable means. Didn't want to be inside a man in that way but there's a first for everything, reader! "What do you even do to have that kind of money to just throw around? Do you steal catalytic converters and make meth in the back of Walmart parking lots? Villainy surely doesn't give you that kind of money, because I'm broke as fuck and my morals are questionable. Anyways, sure. 20 mil. C'mon, let's go, big daddy zaddy! I'm not getting any younger, and neither are you. Think I just saw another silver hair pop out of your head." Wade rambled, pulling one of his guns out of its holster, checking to see if it was loaded. He had to make the act seem believable. Because as much as he'd like to take that money, and trust me, reader, I'm going to find a way to get it, killing Cable isn't beneficial to me, no matter the monetary value strapped to his head.

‘I’m a time traveler with my own Cerebra. Of course I have that kind of money to throw around. But it’s not “throwing it around” when I’m getting what I want, correct?’ Stryfe put his helmet on and grabbed a suspicious looking device, what looked to be a bangle but it had tiny switches and knobs for settings.

‘Don’t mind this, it’s just a little something I’ve been working on,’ he said deviously. ‘Now let’s go and kill that weakling Cable. Or rather, you do it. And I watch.’ He handed Deadpool’s phone back to him. ‘You’re going to need this.’

He’d memorised the coordinates. Now all he needed to do was teleport there. ‘I can do this without cheating with a bodyslide device.’

A blue aura enveloped them and just as quickly, they were at the abandoned New Jersey factory that Deadpool had allegedly left Cable in.

Wade had been sitting in this abandoned warehouse for two hours, waiting patiently for Senator Jacobs to show his sneaky little face, and by waiting patiently, he was drawing stick figure doodles all over the cement walls with a piece of chalk that was barely holding it together -- almost like my sanity. Why was he waiting for a senator, you say? "Good question!" Wade exclaimed into the open air, his head turned directly to the reader, as if someone were actually there. "You see, I was paid by his wife, Cassandra, to kill this fucker because he's a disgusting pig who would rather sleep with his 20-something intern and lie to his wife's face about it than to be an actual man. What is he doing in this shitty abandoned warehouse? No idea. Don't care. I just got the deets that Senator Jacobs would be here at fifteen-hundred hours for some reason. Surely not to meet his intern, right? What a weird place to get it on..." Wade turned his attention back to doodling a stick figure of himself putting a bow on a grizzly bear and admired his handiwork when he heard the door creak open and two voices echo across the large warehouse. The game was on. Wade stood up, pulling his handgun out of his holster and heading silently to where the voices were coming from. Showtime, baby! @official-askanison

‘I have many plans, but I need to know what Stryfe wants. I can’t just execute them all,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s your job to go to that bar, figure out what Stryfe wants - whether it’s a dead me or a captured me or something else, and then report back to me. So I can set one of those plans in motion. And yes, I have a plan if he wants you to lure me to him. You’re my Stryfe bait. So go act like it. Alright. Hang on.’

Nathan grabbed his Psimitar tightly. ‘Bodyslide by two.’

And just like that, they were in Tompkins Square Park. And it was sunny, not overcast and dark and rainy. There were people there, they just looked, and, used to the weirdness, carried on with their days.

Nathan was used to the motion sickness of bodysliding by now. And timesliding. At lease he didn’t have to do any more of that. Timesliding was way more nauseating than bodysliding anyway.

‘Okay,’ he spoke in a low voice. ‘Stryfe wants me dead. He always wants me dead. Or if he doesn’t, he loves me suffering. Absolutely revels in it. What you are going to do is tell him you have me captured. Is that good enough or does he want me dead. He might want the chance to kill me himself. You report back to me what he says. Okay? And I will deal with Stryfe. Not you.’

His grip on his Psimitar tightened.

Wade nodded and listened to Cable's plan. It wasn't a perfect plan, and given that he was planning with Wade, there was sure to be some hiccups and speedbumps along the way. The merc gave Cable a crisp salute before he could ready himself to bodyslide.

And when they appeared in Tomkins Square Park, Wade doubled over, dry heaving and retching. His world was spinning and he clutched his head, quickly shoving his mask back over his face. "Jesus christ!" Wade coughed. "Warn a merc before you do that. Blech." "Alright, we'll settle for the story of me capturing you, and keeping you tied up in some sexy as fuck shibari position–fuck. Focus, deadpool.” Wade hissed under his breath and quickly talked himself through what he was going to tell Stryfe, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander for a brief moment, his eyes lingering on Cable for a moment as he imagined Cable tied up in some intricate rope design.

“Anyways –and if he wants you dead, he can do it himself. I take him to you, you both have the fight of the century, you impale him with your future stick and if that doesn’t kill him, I'll shoot his dome with my desert eagle and lights out for your evil twin.” Wade nodded matter-of-factly, like he’d be able to take down a Cable variant with just a bullet.

“Can I keep the hat, or do you want that as a trophy? And if you think you're dealin' with your twin alone, think again, Priscilla. No one fucks with you but me. That's my job!" Wade was going to be stubborn about this, whether Cable liked it or not. He wasn't about to risk losing his best friend to his evil twin brother...clone. Whatever the fuck he was! The summers family tree is confusing and fucked up and I hate it, reader. If you saw that tree, you'd understand! There's too many Nathans in that tree and I already picked my favorite. No one's taking away my favorite Nate without my say so.

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‘My Psimitar isn’t for impaling people, Wade, you should know this,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s a sacred Askani weapon that helps me channel my psychic energy. It would be against all of my beliefs if I impaled someone with it, even Stryfe.’ A pause. ‘I’m not opposed to killing him, it might be the only way to rid myself of him once and for all, but I won’t do it by stabbing him with my Psimitar.’

‘And no. You can keep his stupid helmet. I don’t know why he wears that thing. He thinks it makes him look intimidating, but it makes him look ridiculous. He’d be a lot more intimidating without it. But he’s got a flare for dramatics. Had I not got the Techno-Organic Virus, and we grown up normally, he would be a theatre kid,’ Nathan said, ignoring that if he hadn’t got the T-O Virus, Stryfe wouldn’t have been created at all.

‘And yes. That sounds fine. You tell him you captured me. And he can have the honour of killing me himself if he wants,’ Nathan said.

"Maybe future me knows that, but I've never seen that thing before in my life! We're in the year of our lord, Dolly Parton, year 2025 and I have not time travelled ever! But nice to know! I'd still impale your evil twin brother with a radiator as a hat with it if I had the chance." Wade shrugged and readjusted his suit. "Do you think he thinks he can fly with those wings on his helmet or is it to channel the aliens he's trying to communicate with? A piece of tinfoil could do that. So lame!" Wade was having fun talking shit about Cable's evil twin clone brother...whatever the fuck he was. "And damn, theater kid? Bet he would have been great in "Hairspray"! Alright...fifth and main, right? Think that's a few blocks from here. You really wanna duke it out with your evil self in the middle of a park or you got a secondary location?" Wade asked, making sure his guns were loaded and his knives were ready to go.

‘You’ve never…’

Multiple scenarios were going through his head right now.

1. He’d set up in the wrong universe (wouldn’t be the first time. Time travel shenanigans and all.

2. Dementia? He was old. Like really old. He was only 50 because he’d been cloned and resurrected and time travel and used his own TK to stop ageing. He had no idea how old he really was, after all.

3. Wade Wilson’s memory. It was notoriously bad. He’d always remembered some things but not others. Maybe he’d just forgot again. But he did seem to remember Stryfe and know who he was.

‘Stryfe can fly but he can fly like me. With telekinesis. His stupid “radiator had” as you called it, does nothing. His helmet is purely for show.’ Nathan shook his head. ‘And again, it makes him look ridiculous rather than intimidating. Even in the 38th century he looked stupid. I remember one time, Tetherblood and I -‘ he paused. Wade didn’t need to hear this story. It didn’t have a happy ending. ‘Anyway, we made fun of him.’

‘Yes, it’s best to not fight in the city.’ Nathan agreed, now over his distraction from earlier. ‘So we’ll take the fight to New Jersey. Lots of abandoned industry there. It’ll be safer. For civilians. How well do you know New Jersey? It doesn’t matter. Just pick somewhere and chances are good it’ll be abandoned.’

"We've never kissed either! Always wanted to because hot damn do those lips look kissable! Ten out of ten, would kiss again. I've worked with other yous before though! Like this other guy who said his name was Cable but he looked like Josh Brolin. That guy was a hunk! But he was so much shorter. Is he really even a Cable if he didn't use his powers and was just a glorified version of Bucky Barnes and wasn't able to reach the top shelf of a kitchen cabinet?" Wade asked, securing his mask back over his face before he checked his map to make sure he knew which building to go to. "Alright, so there's an abandoned factory in Jersey that looks like it's scheduled for demo in a few months. That should do. I'd patch you the coordinates but I don't have your contact deets to pass you the information." Wade said, flipping through the map on his phone for a moment just to make sure that the area would be clear for some epic battle. Once Cable gave him his contact details, he passed over the coordinates before looking up at the taller man. "Alright, off to go lie like my pants are on fire! See ya later, hotcakes!" Wade gave Cable a salute and leaned up to give the taller man a quick kiss on the cheek through his mask before he jogged off in the direction of fifth and main. "Alright, Wade, just tell Stryfe you couldn't succeed in killing him but captured him instead. Good plan. Tell him he's lying unconscious and tied up in some abandoned warehouse in Jersey and you can take him and his silly hat to him to finish the job." Wade whispered under his breath as he approached the boarded up bar and knocked on a slab of plywood.

Inside, Stryfe was milling around. He had plans. Plans that meant he would take over. And Cable was weak. Not just because he was “disabled” or what the fuck people called it. He was too compassionate. He had attachments to people. And those people were weak. They dragged Cable down to their level. And he let it happen.

Disgusting.

Stryfe didn’t have the Techno-Organic virus in his system, slowing him down. Making him unable to use his powers to their full potential. He had full mastery of his telekinesis and his telepathy. He wasn’t distracted by pain. His mind was clear. He didn’t have a limp. He could walk perfectly. He could move his left hand and fingers to perform delicate tasks. He had full motor control over every single part of his body.

Unlike his weak first draft.

Cable had to be erased.

Stryfe was lost in his thoughts of destroying Cable when he heard a knock at the door and he smirked. Because he knew the job was done for him.

‘About time you got here,’ Stryfe said.

He wasn’t wearing his helmet, but he was wearing his armour and his cape. He looked exactly like Cable. Even down to the scars on his face. The exact same ones in the exact same places. The same five o’clock shadow. The same haircut and cowslick.

Only Stryfe looked… much more evil.

"Holy fuck if you turned that frown upside down you could take Hallie Parker's place in the Parent Trap and Cable can be Annie James. I would pay to see that! Did you give yourself those scars just to look like your more handsome self or were you born with it? Or maybe it's maybeline..." Wade's thoughts drifted off for a second, and he tried to peek around Stryfe's shoulders to see if he could find that dumb hat. He was going to steal it just so he could make fun of him for it. "Anyways, sorry to disappoint muchacho. I don't got fancy powers like you or Cable so he's a lot harder for me to take down. Plus! I figured you'd wanna finish the job, seeing as you're gunning for his head and all. And I'm not exactly sure what you were offering the Senator to begin with, so if you wanna renegotiate prices, I got your not-so-evil-twin-clone tied up in some broom closet in a factory in Jersey for ya. We can discuss payment on the way. Do you bodyslide too? Because that makes me nauseous and I don't think you want me throwing up in my mask." Wade babbled.

Stryfe’s smirk faltered slightly. ‘You didn’t to the job? Oh well. At least now I, Stryfe, the superior Nathan Summers, will have a chance to finish off that weakling, Cable!’ He said, putting his hand in the air as though he were a dramatic Shakespearean actor.

‘And I don’t need to rely on technology to teleport myself where I need to go, unlike my weak first draft does.’ Stryfe waved his hand. ‘He’s too over reliant on technology. For teleporting. Time travel. Communication. Even for using his own powers. And those crass guns. Bah! I do not need technology the way he does because my powers work at 100% capacity! That is why I am better than he is and always will be - I am not held back by the Techno-Organic Virus!’

A slight pause. ‘Alright, where about in New Jersey is he? Can you show me coordinates?’ Stryfe asked calmly. Then he suddenly snapped. ‘If you don’t I am not paying you!’

Wade raised a brow as he listened to Stryfe list off all the things he could do in comparison to his Techno-Organic virus-having clone...brother. Reader, it's always so confusing how many weird clones the Summers family tree has. I hate it. Sinister should have just stuck with one try and called it good, but no! He had to make Madelyne Pryor to make Cable, then Stryfe because every good clone needs an evil twin, then Nate Grey who ended up being the mutant version of Jesus. It's too much! And didn't Nate Grey kidnap a fuckton of mutants and take them to an alternate reality he created as some perfect utopia and banned love? What the fuck was up with that? I heard he learned the error of his ways and he brought the mutants back, but decided to stay in his perfect little loveless world like some fucked up psychopath. Wild. Something's wrong with that kid. "Yeah I didn't listen to any of that. I was too busy thinking about your Jesus counterpart and how he banned love in his alternate universe and now I'm wondering if you have the capacity to love." Wade stated flatly, only for his ears to perk up when Stryfe asked where in New Jersey his clone was. "Oh! Yeah, one moment. Let me get the coordinates out of my phone for you. Or do you need map directions that Siri reads off to you like 'turn left in 500 feet'?" Wade asked as he fished the phone he had stolen from the dead senator out of one of his pouches and pulled up his GPS of the abandoned factory Cable would be at. "Here you go!" Wade shoved the phone into Stryfe's large hands and stood triumphantly, like he'd won something, or did a good job. To Cable, he was doing a bang-up job and following instructions, but to Stryfe? Worst merc in the world. Didn't even kill Cable like he said he would. But hell, when you want to kill your self-righteous clone twin, sometimes you just have to do it yourself!

Stryfe scoffed. ‘Don’t get me started on X-Man. He is a ridiculous person. All that power and what does he do with it? He wastes it! Like the do-gooder he is. That is why he’ll never be as intelligent as I am!’

Stryfe snatched the phone with glee. ‘Yes! Finally! Cable will be dead and he will be dead at my hand! Me! The Chaos Bringer!’ He turned to Deadpool. ‘You have performed satisfactorily. You shall receive your payment of five million dollars or a favour…’ he said, his voice (and face) turning slightly darker, ‘when Cable’s heart is no longer beating. And only then. Otherwise, consider the deal off.’

Stryfe didn’t fully trust Deadpool. He was, after all, Cable’s minion. And being Cable’s minion there was always a chance he was working with Cable. He really had to take care of that.

‘I’ll pay you ten million to you come along and not interfere.’

He narrowed his eyes and a little involuntary smirk made its way to his face. He was going to punish Deadpool for ever associating with his poor copy.

Wade stared off into the distance, because, dear reader, evil villain monologues make the ADHD act up. Can't focus on a thing when someone besides me is yapping about something un-funny! Do you think he ever gets exhausted from monologuing? "Should just call you the monologuing clone! Never heard a Summers talk so much about nothing! But alright, you got yourself a deal. I won't interfere -- wait what kind of favor? Actually no, nevermind. Let's go, big guy!" Wade gave Stryfe a hearty salute, trying his hardest not to roll his eyes or tell him he was wasting time by monologuing instead of killing Cable. He was sure that if he spoke anymore about Cable, he wouldn't hear the end of it, and then Cable would beat his ass after this whole ordeal was over. "Does that silly hat of yours make it easier for you to hear voices in your head, kind of like how cerebro helps professor Xavier listen to peoples thoughts better? Or does it block out other peoples thoughts, or your thoughts from being detected? Or do you just enjoy looking fancy?" Wade rambled.

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Stryfe loved monologuing. It was the one thing he loved most - besides plotting to kill Cable. This time, he barely had to plot. He thought. He was wary of Deadpool double crossing him given his closeness with that defective original. Which is why Stryfe had made that offer in the first place. But maybe he could go one step further. He could hurt both Cable and Deadpool. He needed to. He needed to make sure Deadpool finished the job he gave him, and what better way to do that than by baring witness to the deed himself?

‘But there’s another 10 million in it if you kill Cable in front of me. You promised me you’d kill Cable. You didn’t. Of course, I get the opportunity to kill that weakling myself, but if you kill him I’d also get the satisfaction of knowing he’s dead. Twenty million. Think about it.’

Stryfe waited for an answer and went for his helmet, which was under a nearby table. Yes, it was awkward to wear, and oddly heavy, but his telekinesis could handle that without problem. He held it in his hands, trying to look intimidating. Waiting for Deadpool’s answer.

Wade had been sitting in this abandoned warehouse for two hours, waiting patiently for Senator Jacobs to show his sneaky little face, and by waiting patiently, he was drawing stick figure doodles all over the cement walls with a piece of chalk that was barely holding it together -- almost like my sanity. Why was he waiting for a senator, you say? "Good question!" Wade exclaimed into the open air, his head turned directly to the reader, as if someone were actually there. "You see, I was paid by his wife, Cassandra, to kill this fucker because he's a disgusting pig who would rather sleep with his 20-something intern and lie to his wife's face about it than to be an actual man. What is he doing in this shitty abandoned warehouse? No idea. Don't care. I just got the deets that Senator Jacobs would be here at fifteen-hundred hours for some reason. Surely not to meet his intern, right? What a weird place to get it on..." Wade turned his attention back to doodling a stick figure of himself putting a bow on a grizzly bear and admired his handiwork when he heard the door creak open and two voices echo across the large warehouse. The game was on. Wade stood up, pulling his handgun out of his holster and heading silently to where the voices were coming from. Showtime, baby! @official-askanison

‘I have many plans, but I need to know what Stryfe wants. I can’t just execute them all,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s your job to go to that bar, figure out what Stryfe wants - whether it’s a dead me or a captured me or something else, and then report back to me. So I can set one of those plans in motion. And yes, I have a plan if he wants you to lure me to him. You’re my Stryfe bait. So go act like it. Alright. Hang on.’

Nathan grabbed his Psimitar tightly. ‘Bodyslide by two.’

And just like that, they were in Tompkins Square Park. And it was sunny, not overcast and dark and rainy. There were people there, they just looked, and, used to the weirdness, carried on with their days.

Nathan was used to the motion sickness of bodysliding by now. And timesliding. At lease he didn’t have to do any more of that. Timesliding was way more nauseating than bodysliding anyway.

‘Okay,’ he spoke in a low voice. ‘Stryfe wants me dead. He always wants me dead. Or if he doesn’t, he loves me suffering. Absolutely revels in it. What you are going to do is tell him you have me captured. Is that good enough or does he want me dead. He might want the chance to kill me himself. You report back to me what he says. Okay? And I will deal with Stryfe. Not you.’

His grip on his Psimitar tightened.

Wade nodded and listened to Cable's plan. It wasn't a perfect plan, and given that he was planning with Wade, there was sure to be some hiccups and speedbumps along the way. The merc gave Cable a crisp salute before he could ready himself to bodyslide.

And when they appeared in Tomkins Square Park, Wade doubled over, dry heaving and retching. His world was spinning and he clutched his head, quickly shoving his mask back over his face. "Jesus christ!" Wade coughed. "Warn a merc before you do that. Blech." "Alright, we'll settle for the story of me capturing you, and keeping you tied up in some sexy as fuck shibari position–fuck. Focus, deadpool.” Wade hissed under his breath and quickly talked himself through what he was going to tell Stryfe, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander for a brief moment, his eyes lingering on Cable for a moment as he imagined Cable tied up in some intricate rope design.

“Anyways –and if he wants you dead, he can do it himself. I take him to you, you both have the fight of the century, you impale him with your future stick and if that doesn’t kill him, I'll shoot his dome with my desert eagle and lights out for your evil twin.” Wade nodded matter-of-factly, like he’d be able to take down a Cable variant with just a bullet.

“Can I keep the hat, or do you want that as a trophy? And if you think you're dealin' with your twin alone, think again, Priscilla. No one fucks with you but me. That's my job!" Wade was going to be stubborn about this, whether Cable liked it or not. He wasn't about to risk losing his best friend to his evil twin brother...clone. Whatever the fuck he was! The summers family tree is confusing and fucked up and I hate it, reader. If you saw that tree, you'd understand! There's too many Nathans in that tree and I already picked my favorite. No one's taking away my favorite Nate without my say so.

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‘My Psimitar isn’t for impaling people, Wade, you should know this,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s a sacred Askani weapon that helps me channel my psychic energy. It would be against all of my beliefs if I impaled someone with it, even Stryfe.’ A pause. ‘I’m not opposed to killing him, it might be the only way to rid myself of him once and for all, but I won’t do it by stabbing him with my Psimitar.’

‘And no. You can keep his stupid helmet. I don’t know why he wears that thing. He thinks it makes him look intimidating, but it makes him look ridiculous. He’d be a lot more intimidating without it. But he’s got a flare for dramatics. Had I not got the Techno-Organic Virus, and we grown up normally, he would be a theatre kid,’ Nathan said, ignoring that if he hadn’t got the T-O Virus, Stryfe wouldn’t have been created at all.

‘And yes. That sounds fine. You tell him you captured me. And he can have the honour of killing me himself if he wants,’ Nathan said.

"Maybe future me knows that, but I've never seen that thing before in my life! We're in the year of our lord, Dolly Parton, year 2025 and I have not time travelled ever! But nice to know! I'd still impale your evil twin brother with a radiator as a hat with it if I had the chance." Wade shrugged and readjusted his suit. "Do you think he thinks he can fly with those wings on his helmet or is it to channel the aliens he's trying to communicate with? A piece of tinfoil could do that. So lame!" Wade was having fun talking shit about Cable's evil twin clone brother...whatever the fuck he was. "And damn, theater kid? Bet he would have been great in "Hairspray"! Alright...fifth and main, right? Think that's a few blocks from here. You really wanna duke it out with your evil self in the middle of a park or you got a secondary location?" Wade asked, making sure his guns were loaded and his knives were ready to go.

‘You’ve never…’

Multiple scenarios were going through his head right now.

1. He’d set up in the wrong universe (wouldn’t be the first time. Time travel shenanigans and all.

2. Dementia? He was old. Like really old. He was only 50 because he’d been cloned and resurrected and time travel and used his own TK to stop ageing. He had no idea how old he really was, after all.

3. Wade Wilson’s memory. It was notoriously bad. He’d always remembered some things but not others. Maybe he’d just forgot again. But he did seem to remember Stryfe and know who he was.

‘Stryfe can fly but he can fly like me. With telekinesis. His stupid “radiator had” as you called it, does nothing. His helmet is purely for show.’ Nathan shook his head. ‘And again, it makes him look ridiculous rather than intimidating. Even in the 38th century he looked stupid. I remember one time, Tetherblood and I -‘ he paused. Wade didn’t need to hear this story. It didn’t have a happy ending. ‘Anyway, we made fun of him.’

‘Yes, it’s best to not fight in the city.’ Nathan agreed, now over his distraction from earlier. ‘So we’ll take the fight to New Jersey. Lots of abandoned industry there. It’ll be safer. For civilians. How well do you know New Jersey? It doesn’t matter. Just pick somewhere and chances are good it’ll be abandoned.’

"We've never kissed either! Always wanted to because hot damn do those lips look kissable! Ten out of ten, would kiss again. I've worked with other yous before though! Like this other guy who said his name was Cable but he looked like Josh Brolin. That guy was a hunk! But he was so much shorter. Is he really even a Cable if he didn't use his powers and was just a glorified version of Bucky Barnes and wasn't able to reach the top shelf of a kitchen cabinet?" Wade asked, securing his mask back over his face before he checked his map to make sure he knew which building to go to. "Alright, so there's an abandoned factory in Jersey that looks like it's scheduled for demo in a few months. That should do. I'd patch you the coordinates but I don't have your contact deets to pass you the information." Wade said, flipping through the map on his phone for a moment just to make sure that the area would be clear for some epic battle. Once Cable gave him his contact details, he passed over the coordinates before looking up at the taller man. "Alright, off to go lie like my pants are on fire! See ya later, hotcakes!" Wade gave Cable a salute and leaned up to give the taller man a quick kiss on the cheek through his mask before he jogged off in the direction of fifth and main. "Alright, Wade, just tell Stryfe you couldn't succeed in killing him but captured him instead. Good plan. Tell him he's lying unconscious and tied up in some abandoned warehouse in Jersey and you can take him and his silly hat to him to finish the job." Wade whispered under his breath as he approached the boarded up bar and knocked on a slab of plywood.

Inside, Stryfe was milling around. He had plans. Plans that meant he would take over. And Cable was weak. Not just because he was “disabled” or what the fuck people called it. He was too compassionate. He had attachments to people. And those people were weak. They dragged Cable down to their level. And he let it happen.

Disgusting.

Stryfe didn’t have the Techno-Organic virus in his system, slowing him down. Making him unable to use his powers to their full potential. He had full mastery of his telekinesis and his telepathy. He wasn’t distracted by pain. His mind was clear. He didn’t have a limp. He could walk perfectly. He could move his left hand and fingers to perform delicate tasks. He had full motor control over every single part of his body.

Unlike his weak first draft.

Cable had to be erased.

Stryfe was lost in his thoughts of destroying Cable when he heard a knock at the door and he smirked. Because he knew the job was done for him.

‘About time you got here,’ Stryfe said.

He wasn’t wearing his helmet, but he was wearing his armour and his cape. He looked exactly like Cable. Even down to the scars on his face. The exact same ones in the exact same places. The same five o’clock shadow. The same haircut and cowslick.

Only Stryfe looked… much more evil.

"Holy fuck if you turned that frown upside down you could take Hallie Parker's place in the Parent Trap and Cable can be Annie James. I would pay to see that! Did you give yourself those scars just to look like your more handsome self or were you born with it? Or maybe it's maybeline..." Wade's thoughts drifted off for a second, and he tried to peek around Stryfe's shoulders to see if he could find that dumb hat. He was going to steal it just so he could make fun of him for it. "Anyways, sorry to disappoint muchacho. I don't got fancy powers like you or Cable so he's a lot harder for me to take down. Plus! I figured you'd wanna finish the job, seeing as you're gunning for his head and all. And I'm not exactly sure what you were offering the Senator to begin with, so if you wanna renegotiate prices, I got your not-so-evil-twin-clone tied up in some broom closet in a factory in Jersey for ya. We can discuss payment on the way. Do you bodyslide too? Because that makes me nauseous and I don't think you want me throwing up in my mask." Wade babbled.

Stryfe’s smirk faltered slightly. ‘You didn’t to the job? Oh well. At least now I, Stryfe, the superior Nathan Summers, will have a chance to finish off that weakling, Cable!’ He said, putting his hand in the air as though he were a dramatic Shakespearean actor.

‘And I don’t need to rely on technology to teleport myself where I need to go, unlike my weak first draft does.’ Stryfe waved his hand. ‘He’s too over reliant on technology. For teleporting. Time travel. Communication. Even for using his own powers. And those crass guns. Bah! I do not need technology the way he does because my powers work at 100% capacity! That is why I am better than he is and always will be - I am not held back by the Techno-Organic Virus!’

A slight pause. ‘Alright, where about in New Jersey is he? Can you show me coordinates?’ Stryfe asked calmly. Then he suddenly snapped. ‘If you don’t I am not paying you!’

Wade raised a brow as he listened to Stryfe list off all the things he could do in comparison to his Techno-Organic virus-having clone...brother. Reader, it's always so confusing how many weird clones the Summers family tree has. I hate it. Sinister should have just stuck with one try and called it good, but no! He had to make Madelyne Pryor to make Cable, then Stryfe because every good clone needs an evil twin, then Nate Grey who ended up being the mutant version of Jesus. It's too much! And didn't Nate Grey kidnap a fuckton of mutants and take them to an alternate reality he created as some perfect utopia and banned love? What the fuck was up with that? I heard he learned the error of his ways and he brought the mutants back, but decided to stay in his perfect little loveless world like some fucked up psychopath. Wild. Something's wrong with that kid. "Yeah I didn't listen to any of that. I was too busy thinking about your Jesus counterpart and how he banned love in his alternate universe and now I'm wondering if you have the capacity to love." Wade stated flatly, only for his ears to perk up when Stryfe asked where in New Jersey his clone was. "Oh! Yeah, one moment. Let me get the coordinates out of my phone for you. Or do you need map directions that Siri reads off to you like 'turn left in 500 feet'?" Wade asked as he fished the phone he had stolen from the dead senator out of one of his pouches and pulled up his GPS of the abandoned factory Cable would be at. "Here you go!" Wade shoved the phone into Stryfe's large hands and stood triumphantly, like he'd won something, or did a good job. To Cable, he was doing a bang-up job and following instructions, but to Stryfe? Worst merc in the world. Didn't even kill Cable like he said he would. But hell, when you want to kill your self-righteous clone twin, sometimes you just have to do it yourself!

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Stryfe scoffed. ‘Don’t get me started on X-Man. He is a ridiculous person. All that power and what does he do with it? He wastes it! Like the do-gooder he is. That is why he’ll never be as intelligent as I am!’

Stryfe snatched the phone with glee. ‘Yes! Finally! Cable will be dead and he will be dead at my hand! Me! The Chaos Bringer!’ He turned to Deadpool. ‘You have performed satisfactorily. You shall receive your payment of five million dollars or a favour…’ he said, his voice (and face) turning slightly darker, ‘when Cable’s heart is no longer beating. And only then. Otherwise, consider the deal off.’

Stryfe didn’t fully trust Deadpool. He was, after all, Cable’s minion. And being Cable’s minion there was always a chance he was working with Cable. He really had to take care of that.

‘I’ll pay you ten million to you come along and not interfere.’

He narrowed his eyes and a little involuntary smirk made its way to his face. He was going to punish Deadpool for ever associating with his poor copy.

Wade had been sitting in this abandoned warehouse for two hours, waiting patiently for Senator Jacobs to show his sneaky little face, and by waiting patiently, he was drawing stick figure doodles all over the cement walls with a piece of chalk that was barely holding it together -- almost like my sanity. Why was he waiting for a senator, you say? "Good question!" Wade exclaimed into the open air, his head turned directly to the reader, as if someone were actually there. "You see, I was paid by his wife, Cassandra, to kill this fucker because he's a disgusting pig who would rather sleep with his 20-something intern and lie to his wife's face about it than to be an actual man. What is he doing in this shitty abandoned warehouse? No idea. Don't care. I just got the deets that Senator Jacobs would be here at fifteen-hundred hours for some reason. Surely not to meet his intern, right? What a weird place to get it on..." Wade turned his attention back to doodling a stick figure of himself putting a bow on a grizzly bear and admired his handiwork when he heard the door creak open and two voices echo across the large warehouse. The game was on. Wade stood up, pulling his handgun out of his holster and heading silently to where the voices were coming from. Showtime, baby! @official-askanison

‘I have many plans, but I need to know what Stryfe wants. I can’t just execute them all,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s your job to go to that bar, figure out what Stryfe wants - whether it’s a dead me or a captured me or something else, and then report back to me. So I can set one of those plans in motion. And yes, I have a plan if he wants you to lure me to him. You’re my Stryfe bait. So go act like it. Alright. Hang on.’

Nathan grabbed his Psimitar tightly. ‘Bodyslide by two.’

And just like that, they were in Tompkins Square Park. And it was sunny, not overcast and dark and rainy. There were people there, they just looked, and, used to the weirdness, carried on with their days.

Nathan was used to the motion sickness of bodysliding by now. And timesliding. At lease he didn’t have to do any more of that. Timesliding was way more nauseating than bodysliding anyway.

‘Okay,’ he spoke in a low voice. ‘Stryfe wants me dead. He always wants me dead. Or if he doesn’t, he loves me suffering. Absolutely revels in it. What you are going to do is tell him you have me captured. Is that good enough or does he want me dead. He might want the chance to kill me himself. You report back to me what he says. Okay? And I will deal with Stryfe. Not you.’

His grip on his Psimitar tightened.

Wade nodded and listened to Cable's plan. It wasn't a perfect plan, and given that he was planning with Wade, there was sure to be some hiccups and speedbumps along the way. The merc gave Cable a crisp salute before he could ready himself to bodyslide.

And when they appeared in Tomkins Square Park, Wade doubled over, dry heaving and retching. His world was spinning and he clutched his head, quickly shoving his mask back over his face. "Jesus christ!" Wade coughed. "Warn a merc before you do that. Blech." "Alright, we'll settle for the story of me capturing you, and keeping you tied up in some sexy as fuck shibari position–fuck. Focus, deadpool.” Wade hissed under his breath and quickly talked himself through what he was going to tell Stryfe, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander for a brief moment, his eyes lingering on Cable for a moment as he imagined Cable tied up in some intricate rope design.

“Anyways –and if he wants you dead, he can do it himself. I take him to you, you both have the fight of the century, you impale him with your future stick and if that doesn’t kill him, I'll shoot his dome with my desert eagle and lights out for your evil twin.” Wade nodded matter-of-factly, like he’d be able to take down a Cable variant with just a bullet.

“Can I keep the hat, or do you want that as a trophy? And if you think you're dealin' with your twin alone, think again, Priscilla. No one fucks with you but me. That's my job!" Wade was going to be stubborn about this, whether Cable liked it or not. He wasn't about to risk losing his best friend to his evil twin brother...clone. Whatever the fuck he was! The summers family tree is confusing and fucked up and I hate it, reader. If you saw that tree, you'd understand! There's too many Nathans in that tree and I already picked my favorite. No one's taking away my favorite Nate without my say so.

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‘My Psimitar isn’t for impaling people, Wade, you should know this,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s a sacred Askani weapon that helps me channel my psychic energy. It would be against all of my beliefs if I impaled someone with it, even Stryfe.’ A pause. ‘I’m not opposed to killing him, it might be the only way to rid myself of him once and for all, but I won’t do it by stabbing him with my Psimitar.’

‘And no. You can keep his stupid helmet. I don’t know why he wears that thing. He thinks it makes him look intimidating, but it makes him look ridiculous. He’d be a lot more intimidating without it. But he’s got a flare for dramatics. Had I not got the Techno-Organic Virus, and we grown up normally, he would be a theatre kid,’ Nathan said, ignoring that if he hadn’t got the T-O Virus, Stryfe wouldn’t have been created at all.

‘And yes. That sounds fine. You tell him you captured me. And he can have the honour of killing me himself if he wants,’ Nathan said.

"Maybe future me knows that, but I've never seen that thing before in my life! We're in the year of our lord, Dolly Parton, year 2025 and I have not time travelled ever! But nice to know! I'd still impale your evil twin brother with a radiator as a hat with it if I had the chance." Wade shrugged and readjusted his suit. "Do you think he thinks he can fly with those wings on his helmet or is it to channel the aliens he's trying to communicate with? A piece of tinfoil could do that. So lame!" Wade was having fun talking shit about Cable's evil twin clone brother...whatever the fuck he was. "And damn, theater kid? Bet he would have been great in "Hairspray"! Alright...fifth and main, right? Think that's a few blocks from here. You really wanna duke it out with your evil self in the middle of a park or you got a secondary location?" Wade asked, making sure his guns were loaded and his knives were ready to go.

‘You’ve never…’

Multiple scenarios were going through his head right now.

1. He’d set up in the wrong universe (wouldn’t be the first time. Time travel shenanigans and all.

2. Dementia? He was old. Like really old. He was only 50 because he’d been cloned and resurrected and time travel and used his own TK to stop ageing. He had no idea how old he really was, after all.

3. Wade Wilson’s memory. It was notoriously bad. He’d always remembered some things but not others. Maybe he’d just forgot again. But he did seem to remember Stryfe and know who he was.

‘Stryfe can fly but he can fly like me. With telekinesis. His stupid “radiator had” as you called it, does nothing. His helmet is purely for show.’ Nathan shook his head. ‘And again, it makes him look ridiculous rather than intimidating. Even in the 38th century he looked stupid. I remember one time, Tetherblood and I -‘ he paused. Wade didn’t need to hear this story. It didn’t have a happy ending. ‘Anyway, we made fun of him.’

‘Yes, it’s best to not fight in the city.’ Nathan agreed, now over his distraction from earlier. ‘So we’ll take the fight to New Jersey. Lots of abandoned industry there. It’ll be safer. For civilians. How well do you know New Jersey? It doesn’t matter. Just pick somewhere and chances are good it’ll be abandoned.’

"We've never kissed either! Always wanted to because hot damn do those lips look kissable! Ten out of ten, would kiss again. I've worked with other yous before though! Like this other guy who said his name was Cable but he looked like Josh Brolin. That guy was a hunk! But he was so much shorter. Is he really even a Cable if he didn't use his powers and was just a glorified version of Bucky Barnes and wasn't able to reach the top shelf of a kitchen cabinet?" Wade asked, securing his mask back over his face before he checked his map to make sure he knew which building to go to. "Alright, so there's an abandoned factory in Jersey that looks like it's scheduled for demo in a few months. That should do. I'd patch you the coordinates but I don't have your contact deets to pass you the information." Wade said, flipping through the map on his phone for a moment just to make sure that the area would be clear for some epic battle. Once Cable gave him his contact details, he passed over the coordinates before looking up at the taller man. "Alright, off to go lie like my pants are on fire! See ya later, hotcakes!" Wade gave Cable a salute and leaned up to give the taller man a quick kiss on the cheek through his mask before he jogged off in the direction of fifth and main. "Alright, Wade, just tell Stryfe you couldn't succeed in killing him but captured him instead. Good plan. Tell him he's lying unconscious and tied up in some abandoned warehouse in Jersey and you can take him and his silly hat to him to finish the job." Wade whispered under his breath as he approached the boarded up bar and knocked on a slab of plywood.

Inside, Stryfe was milling around. He had plans. Plans that meant he would take over. And Cable was weak. Not just because he was “disabled” or what the fuck people called it. He was too compassionate. He had attachments to people. And those people were weak. They dragged Cable down to their level. And he let it happen.

Disgusting.

Stryfe didn’t have the Techno-Organic virus in his system, slowing him down. Making him unable to use his powers to their full potential. He had full mastery of his telekinesis and his telepathy. He wasn’t distracted by pain. His mind was clear. He didn’t have a limp. He could walk perfectly. He could move his left hand and fingers to perform delicate tasks. He had full motor control over every single part of his body.

Unlike his weak first draft.

Cable had to be erased.

Stryfe was lost in his thoughts of destroying Cable when he heard a knock at the door and he smirked. Because he knew the job was done for him.

‘About time you got here,’ Stryfe said.

He wasn’t wearing his helmet, but he was wearing his armour and his cape. He looked exactly like Cable. Even down to the scars on his face. The exact same ones in the exact same places. The same five o’clock shadow. The same haircut and cowslick.

Only Stryfe looked… much more evil.

"Holy fuck if you turned that frown upside down you could take Hallie Parker's place in the Parent Trap and Cable can be Annie James. I would pay to see that! Did you give yourself those scars just to look like your more handsome self or were you born with it? Or maybe it's maybeline..." Wade's thoughts drifted off for a second, and he tried to peek around Stryfe's shoulders to see if he could find that dumb hat. He was going to steal it just so he could make fun of him for it. "Anyways, sorry to disappoint muchacho. I don't got fancy powers like you or Cable so he's a lot harder for me to take down. Plus! I figured you'd wanna finish the job, seeing as you're gunning for his head and all. And I'm not exactly sure what you were offering the Senator to begin with, so if you wanna renegotiate prices, I got your not-so-evil-twin-clone tied up in some broom closet in a factory in Jersey for ya. We can discuss payment on the way. Do you bodyslide too? Because that makes me nauseous and I don't think you want me throwing up in my mask." Wade babbled.

#cable rp #deadpool rp #stryfe rp #nathan summers #wade wilson

Stryfe’s smirk faltered slightly. ‘You didn’t to the job? Oh well. At least now I, Stryfe, the superior Nathan Summers, will have a chance to finish off that weakling, Cable!’ He said, putting his hand in the air as though he were a dramatic Shakespearean actor.

‘And I don’t need to rely on technology to teleport myself where I need to go, unlike my weak first draft does.’ Stryfe waved his hand. ‘He’s too over reliant on technology. For teleporting. Time travel. Communication. Even for using his own powers. And those crass guns. Bah! I do not need technology the way he does because my powers work at 100% capacity! That is why I am better than he is and always will be - I am not held back by the Techno-Organic Virus!’

A slight pause. ‘Alright, where about in New Jersey is he? Can you show me coordinates?’ Stryfe asked calmly. Then he suddenly snapped. ‘If you don’t I am not paying you!’

Wade had been sitting in this abandoned warehouse for two hours, waiting patiently for Senator Jacobs to show his sneaky little face, and by waiting patiently, he was drawing stick figure doodles all over the cement walls with a piece of chalk that was barely holding it together -- almost like my sanity. Why was he waiting for a senator, you say? "Good question!" Wade exclaimed into the open air, his head turned directly to the reader, as if someone were actually there. "You see, I was paid by his wife, Cassandra, to kill this fucker because he's a disgusting pig who would rather sleep with his 20-something intern and lie to his wife's face about it than to be an actual man. What is he doing in this shitty abandoned warehouse? No idea. Don't care. I just got the deets that Senator Jacobs would be here at fifteen-hundred hours for some reason. Surely not to meet his intern, right? What a weird place to get it on..." Wade turned his attention back to doodling a stick figure of himself putting a bow on a grizzly bear and admired his handiwork when he heard the door creak open and two voices echo across the large warehouse. The game was on. Wade stood up, pulling his handgun out of his holster and heading silently to where the voices were coming from. Showtime, baby! @official-askanison

‘I have many plans, but I need to know what Stryfe wants. I can’t just execute them all,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s your job to go to that bar, figure out what Stryfe wants - whether it’s a dead me or a captured me or something else, and then report back to me. So I can set one of those plans in motion. And yes, I have a plan if he wants you to lure me to him. You’re my Stryfe bait. So go act like it. Alright. Hang on.’

Nathan grabbed his Psimitar tightly. ‘Bodyslide by two.’

And just like that, they were in Tompkins Square Park. And it was sunny, not overcast and dark and rainy. There were people there, they just looked, and, used to the weirdness, carried on with their days.

Nathan was used to the motion sickness of bodysliding by now. And timesliding. At lease he didn’t have to do any more of that. Timesliding was way more nauseating than bodysliding anyway.

‘Okay,’ he spoke in a low voice. ‘Stryfe wants me dead. He always wants me dead. Or if he doesn’t, he loves me suffering. Absolutely revels in it. What you are going to do is tell him you have me captured. Is that good enough or does he want me dead. He might want the chance to kill me himself. You report back to me what he says. Okay? And I will deal with Stryfe. Not you.’

His grip on his Psimitar tightened.

Wade nodded and listened to Cable's plan. It wasn't a perfect plan, and given that he was planning with Wade, there was sure to be some hiccups and speedbumps along the way. The merc gave Cable a crisp salute before he could ready himself to bodyslide.

And when they appeared in Tomkins Square Park, Wade doubled over, dry heaving and retching. His world was spinning and he clutched his head, quickly shoving his mask back over his face. "Jesus christ!" Wade coughed. "Warn a merc before you do that. Blech." "Alright, we'll settle for the story of me capturing you, and keeping you tied up in some sexy as fuck shibari position–fuck. Focus, deadpool.” Wade hissed under his breath and quickly talked himself through what he was going to tell Stryfe, but he couldn't help but let his mind wander for a brief moment, his eyes lingering on Cable for a moment as he imagined Cable tied up in some intricate rope design.

“Anyways –and if he wants you dead, he can do it himself. I take him to you, you both have the fight of the century, you impale him with your future stick and if that doesn’t kill him, I'll shoot his dome with my desert eagle and lights out for your evil twin.” Wade nodded matter-of-factly, like he’d be able to take down a Cable variant with just a bullet.

“Can I keep the hat, or do you want that as a trophy? And if you think you're dealin' with your twin alone, think again, Priscilla. No one fucks with you but me. That's my job!" Wade was going to be stubborn about this, whether Cable liked it or not. He wasn't about to risk losing his best friend to his evil twin brother...clone. Whatever the fuck he was! The summers family tree is confusing and fucked up and I hate it, reader. If you saw that tree, you'd understand! There's too many Nathans in that tree and I already picked my favorite. No one's taking away my favorite Nate without my say so.

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‘My Psimitar isn’t for impaling people, Wade, you should know this,’ Nathan said. ‘It’s a sacred Askani weapon that helps me channel my psychic energy. It would be against all of my beliefs if I impaled someone with it, even Stryfe.’ A pause. ‘I’m not opposed to killing him, it might be the only way to rid myself of him once and for all, but I won’t do it by stabbing him with my Psimitar.’

‘And no. You can keep his stupid helmet. I don’t know why he wears that thing. He thinks it makes him look intimidating, but it makes him look ridiculous. He’d be a lot more intimidating without it. But he’s got a flare for dramatics. Had I not got the Techno-Organic Virus, and we grown up normally, he would be a theatre kid,’ Nathan said, ignoring that if he hadn’t got the T-O Virus, Stryfe wouldn’t have been created at all.

‘And yes. That sounds fine. You tell him you captured me. And he can have the honour of killing me himself if he wants,’ Nathan said.

"Maybe future me knows that, but I've never seen that thing before in my life! We're in the year of our lord, Dolly Parton, year 2025 and I have not time travelled ever! But nice to know! I'd still impale your evil twin brother with a radiator as a hat with it if I had the chance." Wade shrugged and readjusted his suit. "Do you think he thinks he can fly with those wings on his helmet or is it to channel the aliens he's trying to communicate with? A piece of tinfoil could do that. So lame!" Wade was having fun talking shit about Cable's evil twin clone brother...whatever the fuck he was. "And damn, theater kid? Bet he would have been great in "Hairspray"! Alright...fifth and main, right? Think that's a few blocks from here. You really wanna duke it out with your evil self in the middle of a park or you got a secondary location?" Wade asked, making sure his guns were loaded and his knives were ready to go.

‘You’ve never…’

Multiple scenarios were going through his head right now.

1. He’d set up in the wrong universe (wouldn’t be the first time. Time travel shenanigans and all.

2. Dementia? He was old. Like really old. He was only 50 because he’d been cloned and resurrected and time travel and used his own TK to stop ageing. He had no idea how old he really was, after all.

3. Wade Wilson’s memory. It was notoriously bad. He’d always remembered some things but not others. Maybe he’d just forgot again. But he did seem to remember Stryfe and know who he was.

‘Stryfe can fly but he can fly like me. With telekinesis. His stupid “radiator had” as you called it, does nothing. His helmet is purely for show.’ Nathan shook his head. ‘And again, it makes him look ridiculous rather than intimidating. Even in the 38th century he looked stupid. I remember one time, Tetherblood and I -‘ he paused. Wade didn’t need to hear this story. It didn’t have a happy ending. ‘Anyway, we made fun of him.’

‘Yes, it’s best to not fight in the city.’ Nathan agreed, now over his distraction from earlier. ‘So we’ll take the fight to New Jersey. Lots of abandoned industry there. It’ll be safer. For civilians. How well do you know New Jersey? It doesn’t matter. Just pick somewhere and chances are good it’ll be abandoned.’

"We've never kissed either! Always wanted to because hot damn do those lips look kissable! Ten out of ten, would kiss again. I've worked with other yous before though! Like this other guy who said his name was Cable but he looked like Josh Brolin. That guy was a hunk! But he was so much shorter. Is he really even a Cable if he didn't use his powers and was just a glorified version of Bucky Barnes and wasn't able to reach the top shelf of a kitchen cabinet?" Wade asked, securing his mask back over his face before he checked his map to make sure he knew which building to go to. "Alright, so there's an abandoned factory in Jersey that looks like it's scheduled for demo in a few months. That should do. I'd patch you the coordinates but I don't have your contact deets to pass you the information." Wade said, flipping through the map on his phone for a moment just to make sure that the area would be clear for some epic battle. Once Cable gave him his contact details, he passed over the coordinates before looking up at the taller man. "Alright, off to go lie like my pants are on fire! See ya later, hotcakes!" Wade gave Cable a salute and leaned up to give the taller man a quick kiss on the cheek through his mask before he jogged off in the direction of fifth and main. "Alright, Wade, just tell Stryfe you couldn't succeed in killing him but captured him instead. Good plan. Tell him he's lying unconscious and tied up in some abandoned warehouse in Jersey and you can take him and his silly hat to him to finish the job." Wade whispered under his breath as he approached the boarded up bar and knocked on a slab of plywood.