#betteroffdeadpool2

[thebadtimewolf]

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“So, was it fun?”

[thegooddoctorkiebeth]

Crossed Paths [betteroffdeadpool2]

@betteroffdeadpool2

[readmore because I like to set the scene but prefer not to clog dashes if I don’t have to]

Mercenary work wasn’t Synapse’s favorite, but she had to admit it had its perks; namely that a target was usually marked for death in Gotham because they knew something... and, assuming she could run them to ground without killing them, she could know what they knew before getting paid for a job done quiet... and then sell the information to a different interested party. 

Something was odd about this target, though. She’d been approached for it-- not her, personally, of course. The message had been passed from one of her associates who handled contacts, allowing her to never meet a client face-to-face... still, she had no name in Gotham. She wasn’t like the Riddler or Two-Face, where she had a known gang with a known MO. Someone finding her, asking for her, was... strange-- and the offer downright generous. 

She’d prepared according to her own paranoia. Usually she’d hunt with K and R-- paralytic and sleeper coatings on the spring loaded blades hidden up her sleeves. Tonight? She kept the K, but swapped the sleeper for A-- nasty little neurotoxin, but a quick killer, even on a small dosage. 

Properly geared up, what had been a name and a description about a week ago had been researched until a man with a pattern had been established-- living in a shitty hole in a wall and regularling a shitty bar two blocks down; laying low under a fake name and lots of cash... probably waiting until the right connection could smuggle him out of the city entirely. He was armed at all times; pistol, silencer, knife. 

The job was, in so far, routine. Synapse herself had set herself between those two places, laying in wait until her target stumbled past her on his way home, drunk enough to balm the fear and fall asleep. 

Her sixth sense was trained to more than her target, however. She was on an active search for anyone, anything else that might have been out of the ordinary in the mental landscape-- this job seemed too simple for the way that it had come to her, and her client too generous. She suspected a trap; possibly someone trying to flush the Ghost of Gotham out of hiding and establish who she was... or maybe just someone else in the Merc racket trying to kill the competition. 

Whatever it was, she didn’t like it, and she was alert. 

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

Wade, in the distance "Darce wanna you wanna run a train with me on some beef stroganoff?"

[kaospersona]

BetterOffDeadpool kissing Kaos to shut her up.

"It's finally happening!" Kaos was always energetic, but her pacing now was somehow more erratic than usual. Didn't help that she'd just popped in to visit Deadpool and ramble, barely listening to him or looking around, leading her to stumble over an errant piece of furniture or weapon more than once.

"I always hoped I could restore Hyrule, but I thought it'd take millenia. Now, it's so close to supporting life and I..." Kaos made gripping motions as she walked, as if trying to reach an answer. "I don't know what to do. I dreamed of a reborn Hyrule that could be a home for those who've lost their world and I don't know where to start."

Her wanderings and ramblings finally led her to a shelf where Kaos toyed with a mouthless action figure. "How can I decide how Hyrule will be when I couldn't protect it in the first place?" Deadpool may as well have not been there for all Kaos was listening to him, her mind racing with doubt and possibilities. She didn't even notice he was moving in close.

"Plants, animals, buildings, rules, I can't be trusted to figure that stuff out, I'm chaos, I'm just a scout, I already failed Hyrule once I can't-why are you taking off your mask-mmf!" Kaos dropped the action figure.

What was happening? Wade was kissing her? They were kissing!! No one had ever kissed her like this before. The way his hand gently angled her jaw up, the feel of his scarred lips, the heat and closeness of his body...Kaos had kissed for fun and for missions before. This was something else.

Kaos was almost in a daze when the kiss ended-a little sooner than she would have liked. "H-how did you, what did you...?"

[kaospersona]

"Buddy I am a weapon" *Hard cut to Wade swinging Kaos at a hydra guard like she's a big ax*

Raaaaaawr! *Kaos has helpfully even set herself aflame to do some fire damage*

[deafarcher]

099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? "Be honest, you talk to your arrows. But do they talk back?"

Clint absolutely talks to inanimate objects.

[kaospersona]

💔

💔Is there anyone from your past that you missed for a long time?

“Sure, I miss everyone from Hyrule. But that’s not what your asking. 

Yeah, the one I miss the most, Link the knight commander.” Kaos smiles wistfully. “He always believed in me. When I got recruited to the knights at first I could hardly do anything right. Link was the one that figured out I was most effective when protecting others.” She plays with her hair a little, looking downcast but still smiling. “He was so brave and determined and kind...He was the first person I had strong feelings for. Nothing ever came of it, I was just a kid, but I still...” Finally the smiles gone and Kaos’ face scrunches up in a way like she’s holding something back, or something can’t be released. 

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

‘ the pain didn't make me a better person ’

And there it is; that strange open vulnerability that Wade dumps on her when she’s least looking for it, when she’s least ready.

The boombox between them, the scattered lunchables (they’d bought every flavor and mixed and matched because they were adults but they were also kind of dumbasses), it’s all a sort of chaos that Darcy can’t handle right now, not when he dumps this on her.

“I wouldn’t have met you if it weren’t for all that pain.        --but, you know, I’d trade that for you to not have to deal with it in an instant, I guess.

Like, it’s sad,              but--”

But I love your dumb ass and I want you to be happy.

“How shitty of us is it to say, like, we wouldn’t have had any Van Gogh if he’d been medicated?                Like, is his art more important than him?                That’s such bullshit.”