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[thebetterhawkarchive]

Message ✉️ Clint + Wade

[Text] My suit is gone.

[Text] Where the hell is my suit?

[Text] Whoever took it has one hour to leave it outside my door. If it's not there by then, I'm going out for blood.

[leofitz-engineer-blog]

You're A Cheap Date ll Deadpool & Fitz

Leo was still chuckling when he logged off the blog site. Deadpool, while a bit aggravating, was rather funny too. It reminded Fitz of the fun to be had outside of the lab or Bus. . . what normalcy felt like if it could be called such a thing. Keeping true to his word, Leo grabbed a different button down, sweater, and tie- making the clothing switch as fast as possible. He didn't know how fast Deadpool could get here, but he didn't want to leave the bloke waiting either. There were tacos to be eaten, ICEEs to be vanquished.  None of that needed to wait longer than necessary.

After making sure the nurses knew to let anyone in red and black spandex in (the looks he had received were rather hilarious, the comments about the types of people he was attracting; even more so) he sat on his bed top and waited. If the online talk was anything to go by, Deadpool was incredibly stubborn, and a bit of an arse. Not that it really mattered, he seemed like a good guy- once the whole spandex, katana, beat-your-ass layer came off. Chuckling once more at the thought, Fitz reached over to shove his wallet in the back of his jeans, picking up the blueprints for Stark's newest machine as he waited. It was going to be an interesting lunch, to say the least.