mouthy_merc | MCA #10, Friday Afternoon

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MCA #10, Friday Afternoon

There was an America's Next Top Model marathon on the TV, but Deadpool wasn't paying it any attention. There was an overly affectionate kitten in his lap, and he was only petting it distractedly, ignoring the other kitten who was attempting to gnaw is ankle off.

He was just... waiting.

Quietly.

Patiently.

This could not bode well.

[[ooc: Posted with permission, for the inhabitant of the apartment.]]

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Aly leaned against the door to her apartment for a moment, too tired to keep walking, but not wanting to stand out in the hallway for someone to notice. She pushed the door open, not even noticing that the television was on and walked inside.

Wade picked Dee up off his lap, setting her on the ground and tapping her to scoot off while mommy and daddy ~~yelled~~ ~~talked~~ yelled at each other.

And then waited for Aly to notice him.

The noise was enough to draw Aly attention. She jumped, seeing him sitting so silently. "Wade," she said, not so out of it as to not realise why he was here. "You didn't stay at cheerleading."

"Why?"

That was a tone she knew well. She really didn't like knowing that tone well.

"I didn't go alone," she pointed out. "It was a good plan."

She really didn't think that would help.

"Yeah, I can see that," Wade snapped, pointedly looking at where she held herself with greater care. "Let me know next time you have such a great plan, I'll get a body bag ready."

Aly's eyes closed. "Almost had her."

They really hadn't.

"I stayed away from her because you asked me too. I do not run from a fight like that normally," Wade replied, sounding like the calm he had was about to change in an instant.

"I thought if there were more than one person, she'd be off-balance," Aly said. "It's getting worse, and I'm sick of it." She looked at him and finally moved farther into the room, needing to sit down.

"And I'm not?!" Wade snapped, pushing off the couch and starting to pace.

"Everyone is," she amended, taking his vacated seat on the couch. "So fine. Let's take it to her. Nothing else has worked. This time we'll bring overwhelming force and take her down." Aly paused. "It's justice," she said, remembering Anakin's words.

All she needed to do now was talk about 'the big picture' or 'the greater good' and it would be Nate with a nice rack.

"Bulltshit," Deadpool replied. "It's revenge plain and simple. Don't dress it up to make yourself feel better at night."

Aly rolled her eyes. "I will not miss a wink of sleep after we take her down. I was happy to kill her the minute she went after Gavin like she did, and I still am. Just because you think my only motive is revenge doesn't mean I don't want to protect the my students."

"Didn't say that," He replied, in a hollow tone. "Said justice was bullshit. Easy to hide behind when things don't work out."

Deadpool was next to her in just a few very quick steps. "But that's really not why I'm here and we both know it. So cut the crap and tell me why you didn't bother letting me or Arashi know about this idiot move."

Aly's eyes closed. "They're going to work out."

She startled as she felt the rush of air heralding his approach. Wasn't like she hadn't expected it, but still. She eyed him. "I didn't know what it was that she threw at you to almost kill you before. I didn't want to see you like that again. I trusted Roy's alchemy to be a match and be able to take out that want."

"Did you think neither of us would take that risk for you either? That maybe you mean a little more?" Wade asked, voice rising with anger. "Fuck, Aly! I'm not worth that!"

(Never been. Sorry, Nate.)

"I'd like to think we're all worth it..."

There was -- perhaps -- a quick glimpse of Nate, squatted on the couch, arms crossed and looking at Wade with a sympathetic expression.

But he faded again, just as quick.

Aly stared at him. "You're going to decide who's worth it or not now?" she asked, her own voice rising in volume. "You're wrong, Wade. Completely wrong. You're pissed I'm hurt, but you don't get to decide who I put myself out there for."

The anger dissipated suddenly as Nate's -- (NOT Nate. He's dead, damn it.)-- words took effect.

"You're hurt, Aly," He said in a softer tone. "I'm fine with getting hurt so you all don't have to be, I just... This is worse, okay?"

She reached out to brush her hand over his arm. "It's worse for me to see you there and thinking you were dead."

Which calmed him as much as Nate's words from before.

"No more solo shit for anyone, okay? We get our asses kicked, we do it together."

Aly smiled at that. "Damn straight. Which means you and Arashi better be there cause Anakin and I might have a plan."

Wade shifted, slightly uncomfortable at the mention of Arashi. "When?"

"Tonight. At J,GOB. Then tomorrow for the attack, I think. No point in waiting any longer."

She looked up, worry in her eyes. "What's wrong with Arashi?"

"Oooo! Pastries and tactics, good choice." He did love donuts so.

"Nothing's wrong with him," Deadpool replied, a touch defensively.

"Also we can keep the squirrels away," Aly grinned. She raised an eyebrow. "Are you guys still fighting?"

"Nooo." That might be a pout. "I just happen to enjoy sleeping on the couch recently."

"Because you're still pissed that he went to see Umbridge?" Aly...was totally confused.

Wade looked off. Hey, was that a bug? "The... Nate... thing."

"...Oh."

That was bad.

"Did you explain the note?"

"Haven't really talked much since Wednesday," Wade admitted, still avoiding eye contact.

"'sides, don't even know if that's not just me having another nervous breakdown. They come and go."

"I don't think so though," she said. "And I don't think you really do either."

"Because I'm sure that'll go over well," Wade replied with a sigh. "'Oh, no, I wasn't calling you Nate! I was just hallucinating him!'"

"Around here? Yeah, maybe it would," Aly told him. "And if Arashi's been noticing the weird instances with you too, it might make sense to him."

Wade leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "And if it doesn't? And he leaves?"

"If that's the worry, I don't think letting him think you called him by-" she failed at defining that relationship, "-Nate's name is going to help."

Friend. They were friends. You know, when they weren't trying to control or kill each other.

"Maybe."

Friend. Right. Of course. Just like Arashi and Wade are just roommates.

"Want me to talk to him?" she asked.

They were! Living in the same house and all that.

"You would?" Wade asked, disbelieving.

"Of course," Aly replied, shocked that he'd think otherwise. "Friend, remember?"

And that would be a mercenary hugging her. Gently due to the injuries, but hugging nonetheless. "Best. Friend. Ever."

Aly hugged him back, not caring about her injuries at all. "Well, duh," she murmured.

"Shut up, not like I was social other than going on a job or hanging out with Nate and Weasel before coming here." He... could get used to the hugging.

"Exactly," Aly told him, completely for the hugging right now too. "That's why I know it's true."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah... Tricksy spy that you are," Wade replied with a small grin.

Aly chuckled. "Don't you forget it."

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