Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Monday Night

[mouthy_merc]

After spending some nice, quality time alone in the woods, Deadpool had decided it was time to come on back to Nate's place. And, you know, check in on stuff.

And things.

Which seemed to mean sneaking in like a ninja. As ya do.

[[For that guy. Apartment modded because I can. I CAN]]

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[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"So?" Wade, don't be so sulky.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"So she should eat them."

He tilted his head at Wade.

"Was there something you wanted to talk about...?"

You know. Just guessing.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...not really, no." Pff. Repression was the new dead parents.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate considered that, eyes still on him.

"There's leftovers in the fridge," he said. Maybe a litle deadpan.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Excellent!" Look, he was perfectly capable of having flashbacks without turning into a whiney lil' bitch about things.

"And if you do that the next time I'm a kid, I'm shooting you in the head," he added, digging into the tupperware.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate's eyebrows went up. "Noted," he said, and let his back drop... back against the counter.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"This is why I'm in charge of discipline," Wade informed him sagely.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Nate said, a little wryly, "You really put your foot down about the peas..."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Well who knew Wade could draw his gun so quickly while eating left over roast? "Not jok~ing," he sang cheerfully.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate, to his credit, didn't move an inch. Or cringe. Or act like he had a gun drawn on him at all.

Okay, maybe that was experience, not credit.

"You want to be responsible for disciplining Jan?"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Are ya gonna do that to her?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"No," he said, evenly.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

Wade just shot him a look, blank even for someone wearing a mask. "I will put a bullet in ya."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

Nate kept his eyes fixed on the eyeslits in Wade's mask.

"I'm sorry, Wade." A beat. "No, I wouldn't do that to Jan."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Good." And away went the gun.

He cleared his throat, continuing his hunt for dinner. "Kid's got enough crap to look forward to."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Hopefully crap she'll know how to navigate..." Nate murmured, then shook it off. "It's the container right below that shelf--"

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Ah!" There we go.

Wade plopped down on at the table, looking at him expectantly. "You gonna sit?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"No, I thought I'd stand in the kitchen for another hour."

AKA, Nate was grabbing a seat at the table.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"So, I think we need to go kill dinosaurs until the urge to punch you in the head lessens," Wade informed him cheerfully.

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Does that mean you want to steal me away to the Savage Land...?" All that exposure to Wade's sense of humor hadn't been good for Nate. Clearly.

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"Unless you want me to punch you in the head." A beat. "I might anyway."

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"That's a risk I'll take."

No, seriously, it was.

"Irene was talking about some new supplies she needs collected. From the Savage Land."

Sure, that was a week ago, but who knew?

Beat.

"Or we could have a throw-down."

[mouthy-merc.livejournal.com]

"...how about both?"

[spring-lost.livejournal.com]

"Spar and a trip to the Savage Land...?"