Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Wednesday Morning

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So, yesterday Deadpool had some funny grey spots. Which, you know, easy to write off as a coloring error. It happens all the time! Like that thing with the Hulk that he's green because the inkers were freakin' laaaaazy.

But now it had spread to more grey spots. Which probably meant something was wrong. Since he had that kooky healing factor and all.

This meant he was going to do the completely reasonable thing and perch on the end of the couch to eat cereal from the box and watch bad television as he waited for Nate to be done getting Jan all cleaned and dressed.

Seriously, how did that kid manage to get dirty while sleeping? It was a secondary mutation. Had to be.

[[For that guy who is more than basic television]]

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Nate was carrying Jan over one shoulder as he walked back into the room. She was flailing a little and shouting something about not wanting to wear a skirt, but he was ignoring it for the moment.

"Still having trouble?"

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"That rock totally gave me cosmic herpes," Wade whined. Because that was a good explanation for what was going on.

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"Your healing factor isn't clearing it up...?" Nate asked. On his shoulder, Jan stilled. "Radio reported Worthington was having trouble."

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"Like I'm being printed in the good ol' days," Wade replied, pulling off a glove to show off his now patchy grey hand.

Masks and costumes were awesome for covering this crap up.

"So, we thinkin' this has something to do with our new, benevolent rock dictator?"

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Nate didn't visibly wince, but there was an air of... wincing around him. "Did you touch it?" he asked. "Worthington got bit by something that got near it."

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"Just the water it was in." A beat. "Gloves and all."

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Nate's mouth set in a grim line.

"In other words," he said, "It's highly infectious - whatever it is."

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"Well, you guys aren't all gray yet," Wade pointed out. "So..."

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"We were out at Town Hall all day yesterday," Nate pointed out. He studied Wade for another moment. "You need to see a medic."

Maybe he was a little worried.

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"Yeaaaah, not the biggest fan of that." Damn needles. "You got a safehouse?"

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"A couple," Nate said, evenly.

His mind had been going there, too.

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Wade nodded, mood obscured behind the normally expressive mask. "Might wanna see Winchester. She touched it too and has a kid around Jan's age."

Nothing more to say about that. Nope.

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"I was planning to swing by her office to see what her situation was," Nate said, setting Jan down on the floor.

She was glancing from him to Wade and back. He was just looking at Wade.

"I'll stay in contact."

He wasn't moving to go yet, though.

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Pulling his glove back on, Wade looked at neither of them. "It'll be like a lil' vacation! As long as the safehouse isn't in someplace crappy. Like France. No one likes France. You can get in some trips too," he added. "Maybe annoy the crap outta your family for me, huh? That'll be fun for everyone who isn't Scotty."

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"I'm not heading back home, Wade. It's not safe at the moment."

Nate settled his hand on Jan's shoulder. "I've got one or two on the old mainland." He paused. "Find a healer. I mean it."

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"If I end dazzling people from some magic healing crap, I'm blaming you." It made perfect Goddamn sense.

"You just go have your vacation and--don't get involved in a crossover event without me."

And come back.

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"Wade..."

For other people, this might have been the time for dramatic I love yous.

In a way, this still kind of was: "Don't leave the house with your shoelaces untied."

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Wade responded in the same mature fashion by throwing one of the couch pillow at Nate's head. "Your fly is down, jackass."

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The pillow bounced off of Nate's head.

And then went sailing back at the couch.

Then Nate dropped to his feet. "We're going to evacuate now, Jan," he said. "You and me, like we practiced."

She looked distressed. "Wade--"

"We'll see him again soon enough." He hoisted Jan back up and righted himself.

She sniffled and flailed in Wade's general direction.

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"Hey," Wade said, voice going soft for the first time in the sickeningly sweet exchange. Oh, the diabetes! "Someone's gotta keep Nate in line, kiddo."

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Big teary eyes as the situation began to sank in said that Jan wasn't doing so well with the whole idea. She snottered a little.

And then she nodded, in that serious way that only children could really pull off. "I don't like it," she said. "Don't."

But she'd been pretty well-trained about this one, so at least she didn't kick Nate anywhere.

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"Me neither," Wade admitted, looking down at his hands for a moment before picking the energy back up. "Okay! Time to get you two packed so I can turn this place into a swinging bachelor pad. Maybe bring in some kooky roommates for that spin off vibe!"

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"I'm grabbing some weapons from downstairs," Nate said, hauling Jan a little more securely up on his shoulder.

Jan frowned at Wade from her position. She made a wet little noise as she forcibly sniffled one last time to get rid of the stupid wetness in her nose. "Wade," she said, plaintitively, "Can I have a gun now?"

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"Are you using this traumatic experience to get what you want?" Awww, daddy's little girl.

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"No guns yet," Nate said, rolling his eyes before he even realised he was doing it.

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"Eh, give her a squirt gun." She liked those. SHUT UP, NATE.

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"Gunnnnnn," Jan said, "I will shoot."

What, she wasn't going to specify.

Nate cracked a tiny smile, then opened up the door to the shop. No teary goodbyes, now.