Wade &#39;Deadpool&#39; Wilson

Weasel opened his mouth to say something. Then eyed the weapons on both his colleagues' bodies. Closed his mouth again. Paused. Thought about reopening it.

Eventually, he settled on "Um..."

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"Is she hot?" Hayden asked, still trying to peer in. It was almost as if the curtains were arranged to keep people or squirrels from looking in.

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Arashi opened the door and smiled seeing Weasel, but the sight of the other two and the smile disappeared. "Hey Weasel... nice to see you. Who are your friends?" He frowned.

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Huh.

"I thought you said he was married."

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Taskmaster crossed his arms in a complete lack of surprise. "I knew it."

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"Oh boy," Weasel muttered, retreating to somewhere behind the two mercs. "This is gonna end well nowhere..."

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Which would be when Wade wandered over to stand behind Arashi.

"Tasky, crappy version of me with dorky glasses. What are you doing here?"

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"I think this falls under the gawking category," Arashi frowned and leaned in the doorway. "So apart from Weasel who the hell are these guys and will I need to incapacitate them in any way shape or form?"

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"Taskmaster," Tasky replied with a nod, and then nodded towards Hayden. "That's Hayden. Who is not gonna kick Wilson's head in."

He eyed Hayden. "If he tries, be my guest."

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"No, but I would like my pancreas back," Hayden said, eying Arashi with interest. "And I guess I should be glad I got the whole sexuality thing from Black Swan then..."

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"Guys? Can we please move past the sexuality thing?" Weasel was quite insistent on the subject, poking his head out from behind Tasky. "I gotta hook up my laptop and this would all go smoothly if we just had a beer..."

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Wade narrowed his eyes at Hayden. "Give me my brain back and I might return the pancreas."

That might have been a possessive arm snaking around Arashi's waist there.

"And I will gut you again. Don't tempt me."

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Arashi rolled his eyes and pulled away from Wade. "Come on Weasel, I'll show you where you can hook up your laptop," he said and motioned for Weasel to move inside, but stopped looking at the other three. "If there's going to be any gutting it gets done outside, I'm still patching up the house from Nate," he frowned and then followed Weasel.

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"Thanks!" Weaz slipped happily away from Taskmaster and into the house. "Sorry about the whole gutting thing," he said, sincerely, clinging to his laptop under his coat. "Tasky just got sprung from jail, they're a little..." he paused, looking for a good word, "...Moody."

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Arashi nodded as he lead Weasel into the kitchen and motioned for him to set up there at the table. "Yeah, well I got to deal with War!Nate a little while ago, s'why there's plaster missing from alot of the living room, and I just got the front door back a few days ago," he grumbled.

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Hayden wandered right in after the pair, grinning at Wilson as he passed.

"All domesticated, huh? What's next? Are you going to adopt some cute little Cambodian kids and pull and Brad and Angelina?"

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Taskmaster shot Wade a look that communicated some level of sympathy before walking after Hayden in an exceptionally surly fashion. "You are not gonna punch him," he muttered to himself, again, "You are not gonna punch him..."

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So that just meant that a certain other merc had to punch him.

And hard.

"Tasky! We have beer and... I dunno if Dom drank all the sake, but we should have some hidden in the freezer."

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"Thanks," Taskmaster replied, with a suddenly upbeat hint to his tone.

Not that he sounded particularly upbeat, but there was a hint. He barged past Weasel into the kitchen, where there was a definite note of fridge-door-opening that wasn't a hint in the slightest.

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Arashi paused as he watched more of his sake disappear. "Uhh... help yourself." He said flatly and looked over at the one in the sunglasses who apparently had Wade's brain...?

Not gonna ask. Nope, don't wanna know.

"So... you're a relative of Wade's?"

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Hayden rubbed his jaw, glaring at both TM and Wilson. "And I'm still not allowed to hit back?!"

He was going to put TM's hand in warm water while he slept.

"Relative? Of Wilson? God no!"

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Midway through plugging in his laptop, Weasel paused and glanced towards the kitchen. "I think that grumble was a no," he informed Hayden. "Tasky! Can I have a beer?" A pause. "That one was a yes," he informed the room in general.

And then he shot Arashi a sheepish look. "Uhm... could I have a beer?"

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Arashi smirked. "Oh yeah, the beers are Wade's," he shrugged and plopped down in a chair.

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Wade frowned at Hayden once more before going to get beers before Tasky drank everything.

"You leave my booze alone!" He shot a look back toward Arashi, looking over at Hayden again before exiting. "And can you control your boyfriend, Tasky? Honestly!"

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