Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Wednesday Evening

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There was a lot of snow and now power. Deadpool was so not about to go out in that. So what he did do was go for a nice bodyslide on over.

No work and hopefully Nate would have food that wasn't made from goat milk.

Or eggs.

"Luuuucy, I'm hoo~ooome!"

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"I think the neighbours just figured that out, too..." Nate was by the window. Snow made for good brooding thoughtful moments.

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Wade eyed him for a moment. "You don't have neighbors."

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"It's a small town," he pointed out, logically.

Nate lowered the cup of coffee he'd painstakingly prepared with the help of some fire. These were the days it paid to have some experience with run-down places and no electricity, and he'd set up with ease.

It was making him think about the future, though. And the baby.

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"So." Wade rubbed his gloved hands together to warm them. "There's no power for movie night."

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"We've been rerouting some power through the generator at Town Hall," he noted, "This is a smaller problem. It won't be as fast a fix as Rumekistan, but it's less destructive."

Why yes, he'd just missed any innuendo. He was worried about the town.

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"There are fireplaces," Wade pointed out before trying again. "But even with those, I'm sure it's gonna be cold... sleeping alone... and stuff..."

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"My body temperature can handle it," Nate said, distractedly. He turned away from the window. "If it keeps up, I'll have to pay a visit to the machinery underneath the island." He'd find a way.

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...Nate wasn't human.

"And maybe if people did some conservation of body heat. With other people."

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Nate paused. He brought up the coffee again, and took a sip. "Maybe," he volunteered, "There's still a power crisis to be dealt with."

He was a man of priorities.

Although right now, that seemed to involve waiting on the reports to come in.

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Wade just stared at him. "...Sex, Nate. Sex."

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"I'd figured that out," he said, conversationally.

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"And you're not up for this why?" Wade asked slowly. "...are you pissy because I talked to Arashi about this?"

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Nate blinked. "I'm trying to figure out the operational scheduling," he said, "I don't want to be preoccupied if something comes up. You talked to Arashi...?"

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"Preoccupied?" Wade asked slowly, making sure that was the word he wanted to use there.

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Nate knew that tone very well.

He put down his coffee. "Sex," he decided, "It's getting a little cold."

Hey, there was time.

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"Oh, no no! You didn't wanna be preoccupied when the whole island is suffering from fireplaces!"

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"The fireplaces aren't that imporant," he volunteered. "I wouldn't want to be preoccupied with them."

That was smooth, Nate.

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Wade remained unmoved. "Really? That's not whatcha said before!"

Oh, playing the pissed off girlfriend. Dom would be proud.

Or homicidal. One of those.

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"I'd forgotten I still owed you one," he offered, nodding at Wade's general crotch area. "Which is more important. The fireplaces won't rise up." ...Dirty.

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Wade pointed and angry finger at him, stomping off toward the bedroom like a pissy prom queen. "You suck!"

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Nate looked after him.

Then followed, carefully, slipping stealthily into the bedroom.

"I wasn't thinking?" he offered. Well, he had been. Just in the wrong direction, obviously.

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That was a pillow being thrown at his head with alarming speed. "Damn right you weren't!"

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The pillow struck him across the head. "I think I need you around..." he said, finally. "I might've said some stupid things back there." Severely miscalculated, at least.

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"Stop doing that!" See, the whole reasonable and apologetic thing just made it worse. "Act like you and go off and do your stupid ass hero crap because you can't let yourself get distracted by anything!"

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Nate blinked again, and opened his mouth.

Then he closed it.

Finally, he said, subdued, "I'll take that under advisement."

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"Stop it! Act like you! We had sex, you didn't get a personality transplant via your dick!" Wade snapped, grabbing the odd pile of blankets that were at the foot of Nate's bed.

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"Fine," he said, finally, and shook his head. So much for the careful approach. "I'm worried about the power, Wade. You can't blame me for that. But I was... too short."

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"I don't blame you for that," Wade replied with a manic cheer. "I'm just the distraction here."

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Nate sighed.

"I'll be on the couch, I take it," he said, finally. "But I wouldn't be there if you were just 'the distraction'."

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"Don't give me that! You're the one who decided not to bother with the cow after getting the milk!"

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Nate had turned, but now he paused in the doorway. "Should I get the cow some breakfast in the morning?" he offered. "For starters..."

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"Should the cow even bother to stick around?"

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"If he'd like some fire-burnt toast..." Nate glanced over his shoulder.

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Best he was probably gonna get.

"Where the hell are you going?"

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Nate paused. "Couch?" He'd turned back to face the room.

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"It's cold."

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Nate pursed his lips.

"Alright," he said.

So many years' experience at making these things go his way, and he was quickly starting to find he had no idea where Wade was concerned.

So he made a leap and went with it, walking to the bed as he pulled off his shirt.

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Wade busied himself, shaking out a blanket or... three to cover the one already on the bed. He was very busy here.

"You're an asshole." There. That came out perfectly conversational.

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"Noted," he just said, raising the blankets on his side so he could slip in.

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"We're not having sex either," Wade added, only removing the weapons that might accidentally do something.

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"Okay," said Nate, who was confident the monosyllabic approach would leave him to survive another day.

He pulled the blanket over himself. "Sleep well."

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"And don't steal my pillow," Wade added, not letting this righteous anger go yet. He got into bed, eying Nate for a moment before settling beneath the covers.

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"That would be inhuman."

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"I'm still armed."

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"Again," he said, "Noted."