Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Friday Evening

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Deadpool had a mission. A mission that didn't involve black suits, fedoras and sunglasses, nor blues.

...maybe next time.

He was on a mission to get some damn sex. So there he was, waiting around in Nate's bed--grenade free and weapons all carefully put away--and getting bored. Where the hell was a know it all mutant messiah when you need them?

[[For the only guy there.]]

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"So. Rrawr," Wade said, without much emotion there. "Let's get to it."

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Nate eyed him.

And eyed him.

He climbed onto the bed, moving over that way with his mind set mostly on, well, potential hazards.

Different brand of exciting.

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Wade nodded, waiting for that first move to happen. Or for any sort of excitement from lil' Deadpool there.

"Let's get to this!"

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"Right," Nate said.

Mostly, this just felt awkward.

Coming from a man who seemed awkward about these things a lot of the time, that was saying something.

He reached the pillows next to Wade's head.

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"Yup." Wade started humming that same song again. "So. Didja have a good day at work?"

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"A lot of reports..." Nate said, with a sigh, and turned so he could take up his side of the bed.

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Wade lay back next to him, trying to think sexy thoughts. Nothing was working. "Oh. My. God. I think the grenade broke it," He gasped in horror, looking down at his lap.

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"It's the island."

Another deep, dragging sigh. Nate closed his eyes and let the back of his head bump against the pillow a couple of times.

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"I'm too young for this!" Wade insisted, shaking Nate's arm.

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"You're the same age as I am," Nate pointed out, creaking open one eye.

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"But I have a healing factor," Wade replied, reasonable for a moment before back to the hysteria. "Too young!"

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"We just need to resolve the problem," Nate said, closing his eye again now that he was sure Wade wouldn't blow anything up in his hysteria. "Or wait it out. Although I'd rather open negotiations..."

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Wade stopped flailing, falling back on the bed instead. "Does this mean we have to cuddle?"

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Sanely, Nate tilted his head towards him and said, "I don't think there's actually a play-by on this one."

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Wade considered that for a moment. "...wanna get a pizza and shoot things downstairs?"

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A short pause.

"Sure," Nate said, "Why not."

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"I get to use the big one!" Wade said, rolling off the bed and stealing Nate's pants.