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[doorinthefloor-a]

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I had a "Dear Deadpool" letter printed in the back of one of the issues in the Posehn + Duggan run.

I won't say which one, but will confirm if ever found.

[exsovietspy]

@regeneratingdegenerate​ sent: “We’re definitely lost.” //

“And whose fault is that, Mr. Deadpool?” 

Natasha prides herself on knowing where to go when she needs to, but Wade’s constant talking (even if she does find it funny) distracted her long enough to make them go in a circle. 

She stands there for a moment and pulls out the phone from her pocket. A cheap, standard looking phone that she uses for emergencies. And right now this called for an emergency. She flicks on the flashlight option and holds the phone up to look around them. 

“You would think a place like this would have lights, but I guess they don’t use them for the atmosphere?” 

[buryme-withmyspurs]

sentence starters II “The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time.” II @regeneratingdegenerate​​

"darlin’, i love you to pieces but i’ll tear you to ‘em too if you offer me advice like that again,” she said, letting the little multicolored bits of the rubik’s cube fall from her fingers -- having been broken like nothing in the palm of her hand.  it’s not often that inez gets real irritated, and it’s not necessarily directed at him, but boy, this thing did it.

[radishflower]

i want the k meme ( accepting !! ) II 12: Chest Kiss II @regeneratingdegenerate 

PARTNERING WITH DEADPOOL HAD BEEN A RELUCTANCE. he's good at what he does, but that mouth. when it runs too rampant, natasha can tune him out, her focus on their job: tunnel vision. and when he seems to notice, she can't seem to tune him out so well anymore. she tries. there is the excuse of gunfire, of shouting from the enemy -- mind focused on translating their words to see if there's something they're missing there -- but then deadpool says something and her façade cracks; she laughs, and needs to reorient herself quickly.

ADMITTEDLY, it's somewhat his own fault that she uses him as a human shield -- she notes the spaces where the bullets enter his flesh, grounding herself behind him before turning back to the fight and taking out the men who did it. still, they're outnumbered in a way that its time to count their losses -- she knows a safehouse near enough, but still far enough that they can lose their common enemy.

SHE OFFERS TO BANDAGE HIS BULLET HOLES, fair enough, since its partially her fault for the hits. he tells her it isn't necessary -- healing factor, all that. the top half of his suit if pealed from his skin, worn and scarred over every inch and fit enough beneath it all, but the bullet holes are just memory. her fingertips brush the spaces they had been, hand lifting without really thinking, eyes scrutinizing. he had made her laugh.

A QUIET HANGS HEAVY BETWEEN THEM.  is this the first time he’s been quiet since they’ve partnered up ?? -- a necessity and not necessarily a burden anymore.  her eyes flicker briefly to his through his mask then to the no-longer-there bullet holes; her thumb brushes against the memory -- just adjacent to his heartbeat that she can still feel from her hand pressed to his chest -- and then her lips.

[whatimprojecting]

@regeneratingdegenerate​

      It's a beautiful day-- the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Deadpool’s popped up again.

      He does that sometimes. Normally somebody else has the pleasure of running into him.

      As far as ways to find out Deadpool’s in town go, Robbie’s gotta admit that it can be a lot worse than hearing about some serial littering through the grapevine. “Hey, DP, trash is behind ya’.” He does find himself wondering if it was intentional, and then he decides to stop wondering. “No big. I know the park fountains may as well be landfills. While we’re talking about you: what’cha up to, big guy? Anything I need to worry about?” 

[desirenotneed]

@regeneratingdegenerate continued from here.

It isn’t exaggeration to say that Wade is enamored with his wife. His heart does a little flutter when she kisses his jaw. “Baby, I would love to go defend the sanctity of your monarchy with my two swords, an assortment of firearms, several wooden stakes, and you by my side. Lemme go grab the wooden pointy things and we can show these toothy bloodsuckers what’s truly at stake when they choose to come in here.”

his words amuse her. shiklah has found that she enjoys puns. she enjoys her husband. though they do lead drastically different lives, it is nice to do something (one of a several somethings) they excel in together. “what’s at stake shall be their hearts.” she likes puns, but she also likes directness. “ridding ourselves of such a plague is long overdue.”

[shielddatabase]

@regeneratingdegenerate

“Wade, what the fuck have I told you about borrow SHIELD property!” Maria yelled, storming across the bridge of the helicarrier towards the merc.

[sorrowmarked-a]

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One hand reached up and knocked light on the apartment door. She could just enter, but she didn’t. It wasn’t that it was manners, even if she might be there to ask for a favor. (That was to be paid for in cash, and in the dumplings, noodles, and rice rolls she had brought along with her in the plastic bag she was holding.) It was because you didn’t walk into an assassins home unless you were there to fight, and she was not there to fight. “It is Elektra, Wade,” she called through the door. “I have dumplings and bubble tea, I’ve come to speak with you.”