#babyknife; wade interactions

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@stilltheworstwolverine continue from here

The words practically bounced off him with the force of will he ignored the stranger trying to inform him Wade was dead. He didn’t even spare them a glance as he pushed passed to get to where Wade was laying. Obviously he wasn’t dead, no, he just needed a minute and he’d be back up pissing him off like usual. It was taking him longer than normal… what was this some sort of prank. He wouldn’t put it past him “Alright bub. Jokes over, time to go” he huffed, nudging him with his heel… still nothing. Despite how sure he was that this was all some drawn out prank to make him look like an idiot he couldn’t help the way he was suddenly aware of every nerve ending on his body as he was overwhelmed with anxiety. He kicked him again, harder this time and grabbed his arm to pull him up “I mean it. You’re not funny. Get. Up” he snapped.

It didn't happen very often, but every now and then, there was an injury so severe, a trauma that was just bad enough, that Deadpool's brain activity would stop, and for just a little while, just long enough, he'd feel that quiet peace of Death. Like when a hollow point pierces the back of his skull and hits his lower brainstem in just the right way...

How many times has he felt this? How many times has he been brought past the brink and into the inevitable darkness of Death's embrace?

She caresses Wade's cheek so sweetly, so fondly with the tip of her bone fingers, a tear dripping out of the hollow socket of her skull.

"It's so good to see you, Wade, my love. But you know you cannot stay. I will see you again... Until then... find your happiness in life..."

...but he never stays there, he never stays in that peace, caressed in those arms of bone and her dark embrace. Instead, he's rudely awoken by a familiar voice while being yanked up on his feet.

"I... am fucking... hilarious..." Wade managed to cough, a little taste of blood and gun smoke filling his mouth as he lifted up his mask just above his mouth with a free hand and coughed out the bullet that had done him in.

"Whoo..." He was wobbly on his legs, leaning forward heavily into Logan as he felt the wound slowly stitching from just in front of his brainstem and through his head to the back of his throat. "Damn, I think that one hit the medulla..."

Shaking his head, he looked up at Logan, seeing the anxiety and worry that replaced the usual pissed off and grumpy look on his face. "Aw, peanut, were you worried about me? You know you can't get rid of me that easily..."

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Wade pauses at the hiss, and he notices the way Eddie's eyes seem to glaze over a moment while he has a clearly internal dialogue. It reminds him of his own voices in his head, though he doesn't talk about those much anymore these days. Maybe he should, probably good therapy.

Of course, Wade knows who Eddie's talking to, he knows all about the symbiote. But seeing it in person is still a bit of a shocker, and as Venom bursts forth from Eddie's shoulder, it still catches Wade off guard.

He's backing up with a flail of his hands and landing himself in a stereotypical karate position with his hands up and ready to fight.

"I was expecting that, but wow, still a shocker... that is... odd. But kind of sexy." He wants to make a quip about how it must feel to have someone inside them all the time, but he figures that should be saved for the second date.

"Why? Personally, I think it's just so the writers can smash their dolls together. But what I really am looking for is fresh blood and a new perspective for a group of heroes I'm trying to put back together. I'm looking for the best of the best... that are willing to work with a sporadically violent and hypersexual mutant with a list of trauma's deeper and darker than Project 2025."

Everything that Deadpool says just confuses the hell out of him but as he comes in for the handshake, there's a inhuman hiss that comes from Eddie.

It's Venom hissing at Deadpool and not Eddie. The sound comes out suddening like a cat hissing that Eddie almost laughs at it which only irritates Venom further.

Shhh, my love, it's alright.

Shut up, Eddie!

Suddenly the alien is making itself known in a blob attached to his shoulder.

"Oh...we're just going to - alright then." Eddie sighs, glancing at the blob out of the corner of his eye but mainly keeping his eye on Deadpool to gage his reaction.

"This thing is a mutant, Eddie. We will kill him if he gets too close."

"Hey, whoa, wait a minute! No one's killing anyone!"

A roll of Eddie's eyes is given at his companion and he turns back to Deadpool. "You were looking for me? Why?"

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"Please, please please pleeeeaaaase lemme talk to him." Wade was practically a giddy little schoolboy doing a little pee-pee dance next to Logan as they waited patiently at the door while Hank went to go fetch Charles.

"No." Logan growled at him, snapping his head to give Wade that look. That look that told him if he didn't shut the fuck up in the next two minutes he was going to get some claws to the face. "Not happening. It's bad enough you asked Hank if he'd take Milkbones as a bribe. I know it's a fucking impossible task to ask, but just let me do the talking, all right? I know Charles."

"Right. Gotcha, peanut, no talky-talk. It'll be like Origins all over again."

Logan sighed and shook his head with a roll of his eyes, and then the door is opening again. Logan's a bit shocked a the disheveled state he sees the young Charles in. It was almost heart wrenching.

Wade, on the other hand, was staring at the man's hair. "I thought you said he was bald."

"Would you shut the fuck up?" Logan snapped, looking back to Charles with an apologetic smile, holding his hands up in a gesture of peace. "We're not here to make any trouble, Charles. We need your help."

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To    say    Charles'    headspace    was    a    little    less    than    pleasant    these    days    would    be    an    understatement.    However,    if    one    had    seen    him    shy    a    year    ago,    they    would    note    that    the    man    of    today    was    miles    better    than    he    had    been    at    the    time.    Was    the    school    officially    open?    Not    at    all,    but    at    least    the    man    had    taken    to    actually    grooming    himself    although    one    could    argue    it    had    more    to    do    with    the    child    he    was    looking    after    now.    A    boy    of    two,    this    unexpected    surprise    had    come    at    a    time    when    a    new    distraction    was    needed.    It    didn't    completely    fill    the    void    left    behind,    but    it    did    keep    him    from    dwelling    on    it    every    waking    moment    of    the    day,    even    if    there    were    far    more    similarities    to    HIM    than    he    would    have    liked.

That    aside,    he    found    himself    frowning    when    Hank    called    out    to    him    through    their    mental    link.    Though    Charles'    powers    were    heavily    suppressed    these    days,    there    was    enough    juice    for    he    and    Hank    to    communicate    in    close    quarters.    They    had    guests    again    and    while    Charles    told    Hank    time    and    again    to    turn    everyone    away,    Hank    insisted    Charles    come    down.    Something    about    an    inability    to    tell    if    the    guests    were    friend    or    foes.

It    left    Charles    running    a    hand    through    messy    long    hair    as    he    forced    his    way    down    the    staircase.    Hank    was    at    the    door    with    it    wide    open    while    men    taller    than    them    both    seemingly    towered    over    them.    Charles    looked    between    the    three    men    in    confusion,    suddenly    fearful    himself.    He'd    have    felt    a    lot    better    if    he    had    the    strength    to    freeze    time    without    hurting    himself.

“…I    don't    know    who    you    are,    but    if    you    are    here    to    make    trouble,    don't.”    There    was    a    slight    waiver    in    his    voice    despite    being    the    master    of    his    home.    But    without    full    range    of    his    powers,    he    felt    vulnerable    before    men    who    had    abilities    he    knew    not.

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"You've never had a chimichanga?" Wade asked, hands on either side of his masked face imitating that kid from Home Alone.

"Oh no. That is something we have to remedy right now." He scrambled to grab his phone out of his pocket before realizing that Siri, wi-fi, Door Dash don't exist in this time period. "If only I had the Doctor's cell phone, his coverage is crazy!"

Looking up to Peggy, though, he pockets his phone again. "Quick, where is the nearest Mexican restaurant? TexMex will work just because we're in a pinch. How far are we from Tijuana?"

@babyknifexworstlogan said: "Ship: You, me, and a plateful of chimichangas." From Wade with lust love <3

"You know, I've never had a chimichanga..."

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"Pure determination, skill, luck, and a hell of a lot of plot armor." Wade said as he counted down each point on one of his fingers, a grin and a wink beneath his expressive mask.

"But the real crazy didn't kick in until post-cancer-healing-hell. I swear, if they'd have told me about the side effects, I probably would've never signed up."

"God, you wouldn't know where to stuff your food if you didn't talk so damn much," Logan grit out, eyes closed as he dug his fingers into his eyes. "How you fucking survived long enough to even get your ability to heal is beyond me."

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"We don't have time to unpack all my baggage, sugarplum. But if you buy me a gallon of tequila and an armful of chimichangas, I'll tell you all about the bad man who touched me in funny places."

Wade's all up in Eddie's personal space, tilting his head back and forth as he inspects his face closely for a few moments before stepping back.

"Sorry. Hopping franchises always makes me cranky, and hungry. Name's Pool. Deadpool." He's reaching out and shaking Eddie's hand vigorously. "I'm just glad I got the right Brock this time. Topher, I love him, but just... wow, that was really bad."

@babyknifexworstlogan sent “i’m so wet right now.” Wade to Eddie

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Is the first thing that comes out of Eddie's mouth. An look of utter confusion on his features and disbelief - who the hell is this weirdo?

The whole get up screams weirdo and Eddie's not so sure he wants to stay talking to this dude - whoever the hell it is.

What? Not hungry, Venom?

The thought is sent telepathically and he feels Venom stir from inside of him.

NO. He is sick. He smells sick, we do not want him. He is disgusting!

A little harsh, Eddie thinks, but whatever - he's just glad Venom isn't trying to eat the first person he sees.

"Who are you?"