Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Monday Afternoon

[mouthy_merc]

It would have been polite, as a guest, to have waited for Nate to get into the apartment before going to the fridge and grabbing himself a beer.

But, then again, once you've shot someone in the head multiple times, such social mores were no longer applicable, it seemed.

"Ooo! You even got the good stuff!"

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[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate glanced up from the couch. He'd like another one, too, but... "Maybe," he said. "And maybe not. I'm just saying you should consider everything you've done here. Yourself."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Because I'm just a huge fan of being all introspective," Wade shot back, keeping three beers for himself. "I can crouch on a rooftop and watch the city and brood and think about my dead parents."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"I know a few good rooftops..." Nate was just going to have to steal one, then. He finished off his own bottle. "Like I said," he said, "You have to be your own man."

And he needed to stop denying his own potential; it had become a little obvious over the past while. But Nate had known that since Wade had come back and saved Dom, first. "And if the radio is to be believed, Cap wasn't the only one you brought back."

He had a feeling the television might have to be turned on, soon.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Which was an excellent bit of narrative as Deadpool snagged the remote to do just that.

"They were kids. It's not like I was gonna be like some sheriff type people and not help."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"So you helped."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Maybe." Oh look, Anthony Bourdain.

Yes, yes he was like a petulant child.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

And Nate was just going to take a moment to grin before he let that one slide. His point had been made.

He leaned forward and stole a beer off the table.