OMG.
deadpool-corps:
“What are you talking about, Hawkass? I started this boat just fine!” He said as he walked out the cockpit and to the fridge, pulling out a cold beer. He sat down on the couch as he opened it and took a huge gulp. “Ah, now that hits the spot! Hawkass! Imma take a nap! you watch things for a bit!” He laid down on the couch and start snoring in less than a minute
As Wade walked away, Clint took over his seat. Muttering to himself. “It’s not a boat.” Looking over at what Wade had did, he flipped the switches to their correct places and waited. “Can’t believe this man, making me pilot a plane after drinking. He’s lucky I’m good at this.” Still muttering to himself he rolled his eyes listening to the loud snoring. He looked back for a brief second. A smile slowly trailed across his face, he felt the feeling of butterflies. Before letting himself fully experience the feeling he quickly shook it. ‘These feelings are not going to happen. Not again.’ He shook his head slightly holding tighter onto the steer. He grabbed the headphones and threw them on for safety reasons, and out of habit. Even though this was stolen plane, he’d rather be in jail then dead. Clint heard another loud snore, he couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t want to admit it to himself but he still had feelings for the brute. He wasn’t even sure what exactly happened between the two of them. their relationship hadn’t much changed, they were still super close, just their status changed. Feeling a slight feeling of a pang in his chest, he looked directly a head. It was just himself and his thoughts, at least for a couple of hours.
“What the hell…” Said Wade. He was adrift in a bunch of clouds and a giant donut flew past him. “Uhh…. I really hope that was jelly filled.” The next thing he knew there was a shower of donuts of every kind hitting him in the face! “What the hell?! Where’s the creme filled one?!!” He yelled while trying to grab at one.
Meanwhile, on the plane he snorted in his sleep and screamed “DONUT! CREAM FILLED….!” and went right back to snoring away.
When Clint heard the other man yell loudly in his sleep through his snores, it knocked him out of his thoughts. He smiled lightly to himself, rolling his eyes at the thought of what Wade could be dreaming of. “Must be having a great dream…” He chuckled to himself, his eyes felt heavy. He hadn’t been himself in quite sometime. A year ago he was going through so much emotional stress between having to deal with Bruce, but also he somehow was lucky enough to wander into the crazy path of Wade Wilson. He often joked about how much he should stop being his friend. Even though he would never admit it, Wade was the closest friend he had currently. He rubbed the back of his neck, it was starting to feel stiff from sitting in one position for so long. Letting out a small sigh he felt his shoulders droop. What happened to himself…He felt lost, and being alone in his thoughts was certainly not working. Clint threw himself into his work again after falling out with Wade. Constantly working, never feeling like he got a day off. Then he had met this girl…He would never tell anyone about this girl, she was so strong and independent. Feeling another pang in his chest he looked back at Wade, they were so very similar. Another snore knocked him out of his thoughts. Which was for the better. “Hey!” Clint yelled to Wade, hoping this would wake him up. Clint wasn’t too sure where Wade planned to land this thing, or where he was even going to be honest. Hearing another snore he grabbed something next to him and tossed it behind his head, hoping it would hit Wade.
“I fucking hate you, dad!!! You took my donut and threw it away!!!” Wade woke up screaming almost punching Clint in the face. Wade came to his senses, “Oh dude. where are we? This is kinda fancy…” Wade said nonchalantly. He walked over to the cabinet and took out a whiskey glass and looked over it as it sparkled in the light. “Ah….now this is nice crystal” He said. Then he smashed the glass against the wall violently.
Clint laughed loudly as Wade violently awoke. “To be honest, I have not the slightest clue. I just kept in the direction you put us in.” He grinned slightly. “See I was supposed to have a co-pilot, but he fell asleep.” Clint heard a glass being smashed which made him put a palm to his forehead in frustration. “Really, Wade. We don’t own any of this stuff…Remember?!” Clint began to mumble to himself. “I swear…he gives me anxiety…Breaking anything he walks by…god damn bull in a china shop…“ Keeping his eyes on the sky ahead of him he yells back to Wade. “Can you please come help me, I literally have no idea where I am going. Plus, I would kinda like some company on this trip I didn’t want to take in the first place..”
Wade looks up at Clint “what? I’m not angry or anything!” he then walks over to the cockpit “fine I’ll help. you know what’s funny? Cockpit. I mean.. who named it that?! Am I right?! Its just so fucking hilarious!” He said while sitting down and taking control of the jet. After taking a glance at the controls he became wide eyed just whispered “…uh oh….”
Clint rolled his eyes as Wade began to ramble about how cockpit was a funny word. His eyebrows raised a bit as Wade sat. He stood up and turned around walking to the back of the plane. "It's my turn for a nap." He smiled a bit still listening to Wade talk about cockpit being a funny word, before taking a seat. His back turned to the front of the plane. His eyes fell shut for a slight second before hearing words no one would ever want to hear from a pilot. Clint's eyes shot open quickly. He felt his body tense slightly. Gripping tight to the arms of the seat. "Please tell me he didn't say what I think he did. Please..." he felt himself begging the ceiling. He quickly stood from the chair and began to walk to the front of the jet. "What did you do?!"
