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Hey, Mr Wilson!

Bob! There's my favorite lacke-err, buddy! How's things goin'? Coping okay?

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Mun vs muse: Bob, Agent of HYDRA!

Luke: I love Bob! He's hilarious and the Bob I RP with (tagged below) is amazingsauce.

Wade: Bob's cool. He's noble, loyal and brave. Until someone comes along, then he's cowardly, superstitious and afraid.

L: I need more Bob, not HYDRA Bob, regular Bob. Not Way!Bob either.

W: I need more pickles.

#agenthackhead #courageoussteed

Drinkers: Agents of Booze

Wade had decided to hire a limo for this attempt to cheer Bob up. It seemed he had become quite acquainted with the drink since his family were destroyed by T-Ray in his sick little game. Deadpool poisoned what he touched, a thought which was absent from his mind until now.

No matter. His driver pulled up outside Bob's place, Wade was clad in a fancy black tuxedo and bow tie accompanied with the red mask - of course. "Go ring the bell, dude." Deadpool asked, popping a peanut into his mouth from the bowl which rested atop the minibar.

#courageoussteed #regeneratingdegenerate

Visiting Hours

Deadpool had walked into the hospital and been shunned out faster than he could say chimichanga. Then he stormed back in with his swords and weapons on show and demanded to see Bob. Only to be hesitantly informed that he'd been checked out very recently and had gone home. Ushering an apology and, somewhat ashamedly, leaving, Deadpool tried and failed to catch a cab. Considering his recent botched mission for Weasel, this didn't surprise him.

After walking for, what seemed like forever, Wade arrived at Bob's home and reluctantly knocked on the door. He assumed Bob had seen the news, and didn't know if he even wanted to be associated with him anymore. Was Bob married? Yes. He remembered that, maybe turning up at his home wasn't such a good idea after all. Debating whether or not to leave he stood for a moment on the doorstep.

#courageoussteed #regeneratingdegenerate

Receiving a Message

Deadpool fumbled frantically with his belt and harnesses, snapping them together and strapping them into place. He only got Bob's message a few minutes ago, and he hoped it wasn't too late. He was silent as he slapped his belt buckle.

TEK!

Reappearing in Bob's home, he called out, his entire mind racing. Thoughts of revenge filled his mind and the stench of blood filled his nostrils. That all too familiar sensation of dread which had become almost second nature began to creep up on him as he walked into Bob's living room, sword drawn, ready for an attack. What he saw shattered his defenses, Bob was suspended from the wall with something jutting from his midsection, blood staining his clothes and dripping onto the floor.

"..holy @#?&.."

Deadpool moved over to Bob, completely unsure of what to do, his hands hovered over him, trying to decide what was best. Sure he'd shot Bob once or twice, sent him on dangerous missions with complete disregard for his safety, but this was a whole new level. He swore under his breath and hung his head for a moment. Standing now, he cut the front of the projectile off and slid Bob off of it, hoisting him over his shoulder. "C'mon buddy, we're gonna get you fixed up an' show the albino why he should'a stayed gone."

Deadpool readjusted his belt and teleported to a hospital, throwing open the doors and demanding help. Everything became a blur and soon enough Bob was taken away for emergency surgery, blood now staining the front of Deadpool's suit. He didn't hang around, not with all his weapons, teleporting away just before the cops arrived.

#courageoussteed #Done In One (ONE SHOT)

[Text message] MrrrW ilson T-RayHe lp

-Checks the unfamiliar buzzing of his cell, eyes widen-

#courageoussteed

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Likes

Those goggles

Your loyalty

Courage uh bravery um the way you took down that Triceratops

Dislikes

Your crappy throwing arm

Inability to heal bullet, stab and general wounds faster