The Reunion: Starter @Deadpool-corps
Clint rubbed at his brow. Unsure of how to go about texting Wade. It had been years since they spoke. Was Clint crazy for doing this? Maybe he should call Wade instead. He felt his heart beat slightly race, his blood pressure rising. He shouldn’t feel unsure of texting his old fling...Should he?
He set his phone down and paced. “Don’t be a baby Clint. It’s just Wade. It’s not like he’s intimidating.” He doesn’t even really know why they stopped talking, it just sort of happened. “It’s just Wade.”
“Just Wade...”
He stopped pacing and looked to his phone. “Just send it you pussy.” he sighed heavily. “It’s just Wade!”
He began to type onto his phone. ’I miss you.’ Clint’s eyes just stared at the unsent text. He felt an anxious pain in his chest. Clint deleted the texted with a frustrated sigh. “Too strong.” he said aloud. Clint plopped himself down into his loveseat, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table that was draped with papers and books. He wouldn’t say his life was a mess, but it certainly wasn’t fully in order after his wife left him. He just needed his best friend at this time. Even if they hadn’t spoken in awhile. He began to type again.
’ So...Long time, no talk.’ Clint looked at the phone, his fingers delayed to press send. When he finally got the courage his thumb pressed send. He stared at the phone for a little bit, feeling a bit of anxiety creep into the back of his brain. He set his phone back onto the coffee table turning it over, he didn’t want to stare at it for too long, if he didn’t get a reply that would kill him.
He lit up a cigarette and took a long drag. Guess old habits never die. Just like the cigarette Wade was certainly a habit that just didn’t die for Clint.
