scraps-stark

[scraps-stark]

*Today*

*Scraps is thriving.*

*The hut had been finished in time for protection against an onslaught of rain. Not a drop manages to leak through. A testament to the skill he had kept carefully honed for years since his time in the military.*

*He's lying back on the woven palm sleeping pad he made for himself, listening to the rain patter against the roof of his hut and the waves lapping on the shore.*

*He is dry. He is warm. He is safe. And most importantly, he's alone, so he can finally actually think.*

*He breathes with the world, slow inhales, slower exhales.*

*He knows when he gets back, there will be a lot of work to do. He accepts that. But for now, he's somewhere safe, far away from expectations and fake smiles. He doesn't have to put up a front, beg anyone to stay.*

*It stings. Of course it stings. Wade had been his first proper relationship. Scraps really had been trying. But things had changed too fast. To him, it felt like he was being forced to change who he was and how he reacted to things far too quickly. The open-ended final parting words didn't help. What was he supposed to do? Scraps knew he wasn't progressing fast enough for Wade, and he knew even if he promised Wade he would change, it wouldn't be fast enough and it wouldn't be visible. So if he had to be distant and cold to get the point across that he wasn't interested in a relationship anymore, so be it. Because those parting words felt like a pretty official break up to him. And he wasn't sure how else he was supposed to take it.*

"Just breathe, Asante. In.... and out... the world can wait for you just a little bit longer."

*He speaks to himself as he eases his nerves back down, once more listening to the waves and the rain.*

[scraps-stark]

// okay gotcha. I'm sorry I've been so confused and I mostly have Scraps off grid because I'm just not on the RP scene anymore and I just wanna put him *somewhere*

Apologies

Me watching Scraps seemingly get villainized because I haven't been on Tumblr for RP because I'm fucking tired and not doing great irl so I can't uphold the silly internet relationships he has and so naturally break ups come and somehow Scraps becomes the bad guy for it so naturally I start bringing out his original pre-relationship asshole character he originally was

I'm so confused, yall. How did we end up here lmao. BTW. Not upset at anyone at all. I'm just confused and a lot of stuff just happened so I just got more confused and I'm fumbling around trying to figure out what to do.

[scraps-stark]

Me watching Scraps seemingly get villainized because I haven't been on Tumblr for RP because I'm fucking tired and not doing great irl so I can't uphold the silly internet relationships he has and so naturally break ups come and somehow Scraps becomes the bad guy for it so naturally I start bringing out his original pre-relationship asshole character he originally was

I'm so confused, yall. How did we end up here lmao. BTW. Not upset at anyone at all. I'm just confused and a lot of stuff just happened so I just got more confused and I'm fumbling around trying to figure out what to do.

[scraps-stark]

"There's your first problem. Stop caring about me. Easier that way. Bye, Wheelbarrow."

*He picks up the watch and gently brushes it off before tucking it away and going back to work*

*Wheelie somehow got to Scrap’s place and he stood outside the door. He knocked and then waited a moment before knocking again.*

Scraps! I’ll kick your door in if you don’t call out or come over here!

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

*There's no answer.*

*He isn't lying this time. He isn't home. He isn't at the office. He isn't even in the United States at the moment.*

[scraps-stark]

"Okay. Here is something clear and to the point. Leave me alone. I do not want to be bothered. I most especially do not want to be bothered by who I am assuming is my ex or any of his variants. So you can hand over the watch, I'll open a portal for you, and you can leave and tell Deadpool that he doesn't need to worry about me because whatever he is fearing I may do, I've probably already done or considered doing. Goodbye."

*His hair isn't straightened like he normally has it. They're in long dreads now, and he isn't even wearing his glasses, they're just set to the side inside of his boots.*

*He moves away to regain his personal space, a snarl on his face, back to his old ways, his heart closed off for the foreseeable future.*

"And emphasis on the "was". It isn't his any longer. He made that choice. Did he even tell you how he worded what I'm assuming was our break up? Because nothing was concrete. Leave the fucking chronic overthinker with a few words and let him go fucking insane. Like a little game."

*Wheelie somehow got to Scrap’s place and he stood outside the door. He knocked and then waited a moment before knocking again.*

Scraps! I’ll kick your door in if you don’t call out or come over here!

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

*There's no answer.*

*He isn't lying this time. He isn't home. He isn't at the office. He isn't even in the United States at the moment.*

[scraps-stark]

*An annoyed sigh comes from him. He doesn't turn around, he just shrugs his shirt back on, making sure he covered the new scar addiction to his chest over his heart.*

"Congratulations. You confirmed I'm alive. You can leave back through that portal now. Your concern is noted and will be filed for later reference if needed."

*He's still clearly avoiding looking at him, back still turned as he continues his work from his seated position in the sand.*

"Thanks for breaking into my home and stealing my technology. If I wanted to be bothered, I would have given out my location."

*Wheelie somehow got to Scrap’s place and he stood outside the door. He knocked and then waited a moment before knocking again.*

Scraps! I’ll kick your door in if you don’t call out or come over here!

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

*There's no answer.*

*He isn't lying this time. He isn't home. He isn't at the office. He isn't even in the United States at the moment.*

[scraps-stark]

*Sure enough, a little green portal opens up to Scraps' location.*

*Just on the other side, the man is sitting on a beach, the closest town being about a day away on boat. Just some random island in the middle of the pacific island, far away from everyone.*

*And Scraps is working. He hears the zip of the portal, and he doesn't bother turning around.*

"Pyx. I told you to leave me alone. I don't want to talk to anyone right now. And if you brought Lemonchello back here again, I swear on all that makes you a deity, I will throw myself in the ocean again. Worse, if you brought the fake cat I left in my house to throw people off. I don't need the company."

*He's working on a log hut. He has no tools other than the ones he's made himself. There's no electricity, there's a small fire in the sand to provide light, cooking a few fish on the rocks around the flames.*

*Wheelie somehow got to Scrap’s place and he stood outside the door. He knocked and then waited a moment before knocking again.*

Scraps! I’ll kick your door in if you don’t call out or come over here!

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

*There's no answer.*

*He isn't lying this time. He isn't home. He isn't at the office. He isn't even in the United States at the moment.*

[scraps-stark]

*Wheelie somehow got to Scrap’s place and he stood outside the door. He knocked and then waited a moment before knocking again.*

Scraps! I’ll kick your door in if you don’t call out or come over here!

@wheelbarrowofstagefourcancer

*There's no answer.*

*He isn't lying this time. He isn't home. He isn't at the office. He isn't even in the United States at the moment.*

[scraps-stark]

[This is an automated message response.]

This is Asante Stark. I'm unable to get to your message right now. Unfortunately, any emergencies to do with personal life matters or Stark Industries will need to be forwarded to my assistant as I am currently off-shores doing further work. Messages will be responded to upon my arrival in the order they were received.

[End of automated message response]

Today.

Scraps is going insane.

[scraps-stark]

Today.

Scraps is going insane.

[scraps-stark]

*That did absolute horrors for the man.*

*He wasn't sure if this meant they were still together or not. It was a tight noose around his neck that was attached to his masochistic heart that decided to keep tugging on the rope.*

*It wasn't clear for him, if this was a breakup or what it was. He just knew he felt empty and confused more than anything.*

*He didn't see a point in calling Wade for clarification. He just sat there in complete silence, trying to work through every possible meaning those words and actions could have meant. Every combination. Every possible subliminal message. Any form of subtext he could desperately scrape for in a pathetic attempt for clarification on the situation.*

*This was certainly going to drive him completely mad.*

allen made it back home, just so you know. so. we don't need to do that project anymore.

*wade's standing in scraps's doorway at work, unannounced. he hasn't heard from scraps in a good week or so, and scraps hasn't even edited the document that wade's been writing code in.*

*he's leaning on the door frame, waiting to be invited in, like a vampire.*

@d-adpool

*Scraps was just... completely passed out at his workbench, having been working on a Valentine's Day gift for Wade.*

*There was a small puddle of drool around his mouth, glasses still on his face but sitting askew.*

*His hair wasn't even in his usual braid, or straightened like it normally was. It was in the process of puffing back up to its natural state.*

[scraps-stark]

"Ah... I... see. Yeah that would... definitely make issues. Ones I can't really fix... huh?"

*He's silent for a moment, just feeling his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.*

*He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know what to say. So he just remains silent, hands folded together.*

*What was he supposed to do in this situation? Fighting against it wouldn't do anything. And he couldn't guarantee he would be better. He didn't even have time for himself most of the time. All of his time was spent working pretty much. And it would continue to be like that.*

allen made it back home, just so you know. so. we don't need to do that project anymore.

*wade's standing in scraps's doorway at work, unannounced. he hasn't heard from scraps in a good week or so, and scraps hasn't even edited the document that wade's been writing code in.*

*he's leaning on the door frame, waiting to be invited in, like a vampire.*

@d-adpool

*Scraps was just... completely passed out at his workbench, having been working on a Valentine's Day gift for Wade.*

*There was a small puddle of drool around his mouth, glasses still on his face but sitting askew.*

*His hair wasn't even in his usual braid, or straightened like it normally was. It was in the process of puffing back up to its natural state.*

[scraps-stark]

"Hi. Yeah, no I... really do understand. I'm so busy I just kinda drop off the face of the Earth. And I am sorry that I'm not giving you the attention you deserve. But you wanted to talk about something?"

*Scraps looked up at Wade with eyes that just screamed pure exhaustion. Like he hadn't had a day off in 40 years.*

allen made it back home, just so you know. so. we don't need to do that project anymore.

*wade's standing in scraps's doorway at work, unannounced. he hasn't heard from scraps in a good week or so, and scraps hasn't even edited the document that wade's been writing code in.*

*he's leaning on the door frame, waiting to be invited in, like a vampire.*

@d-adpool

*Scraps was just... completely passed out at his workbench, having been working on a Valentine's Day gift for Wade.*

*There was a small puddle of drool around his mouth, glasses still on his face but sitting askew.*

*His hair wasn't even in his usual braid, or straightened like it normally was. It was in the process of puffing back up to its natural state.*

[scraps-stark]

"How are you going to get he-"

*And the line was dead.*

*He quietly sighed and got an area ready so they could talk one on one in an area that wasn't his work desk*

allen made it back home, just so you know. so. we don't need to do that project anymore.

*wade's standing in scraps's doorway at work, unannounced. he hasn't heard from scraps in a good week or so, and scraps hasn't even edited the document that wade's been writing code in.*

*he's leaning on the door frame, waiting to be invited in, like a vampire.*

@d-adpool

*Scraps was just... completely passed out at his workbench, having been working on a Valentine's Day gift for Wade.*

*There was a small puddle of drool around his mouth, glasses still on his face but sitting askew.*

*His hair wasn't even in his usual braid, or straightened like it normally was. It was in the process of puffing back up to its natural state.*

[scraps-stark]

"I'm awake now. Yeah. What did you want to talk about?"

*He sounded slightly panicked over the phone*

allen made it back home, just so you know. so. we don't need to do that project anymore.

*wade's standing in scraps's doorway at work, unannounced. he hasn't heard from scraps in a good week or so, and scraps hasn't even edited the document that wade's been writing code in.*

*he's leaning on the door frame, waiting to be invited in, like a vampire.*

@d-adpool

*Scraps was just... completely passed out at his workbench, having been working on a Valentine's Day gift for Wade.*

*There was a small puddle of drool around his mouth, glasses still on his face but sitting askew.*

*His hair wasn't even in his usual braid, or straightened like it normally was. It was in the process of puffing back up to its natural state.*

[scraps-stark]

"Fuck. I'm sorry. It's been... I just... you left your watch here?"

*Scraps sounded more confused than anything, and sounded like he had just woken up himself.*

"Is it broken? Did it need updates?"

allen made it back home, just so you know. so. we don't need to do that project anymore.

*wade's standing in scraps's doorway at work, unannounced. he hasn't heard from scraps in a good week or so, and scraps hasn't even edited the document that wade's been writing code in.*

*he's leaning on the door frame, waiting to be invited in, like a vampire.*

@d-adpool

*Scraps was just... completely passed out at his workbench, having been working on a Valentine's Day gift for Wade.*

*There was a small puddle of drool around his mouth, glasses still on his face but sitting askew.*

*His hair wasn't even in his usual braid, or straightened like it normally was. It was in the process of puffing back up to its natural state.*

[scraps-stark]

*Scraps groaned as he slowly stirred awake, wiping the drool from his mouth.*

"Ah, shit, fuck."

*He quickly grabbed his phone, speed dialing Wade the moment he recognized the watch*

allen made it back home, just so you know. so. we don't need to do that project anymore.

*wade's standing in scraps's doorway at work, unannounced. he hasn't heard from scraps in a good week or so, and scraps hasn't even edited the document that wade's been writing code in.*

*he's leaning on the door frame, waiting to be invited in, like a vampire.*

@d-adpool

*Scraps was just... completely passed out at his workbench, having been working on a Valentine's Day gift for Wade.*

*There was a small puddle of drool around his mouth, glasses still on his face but sitting askew.*

*His hair wasn't even in his usual braid, or straightened like it normally was. It was in the process of puffing back up to its natural state.*