indestructible

Pietro feels the shift in the moment, when Wade realizes he wouldn’t play along with his shenanigans the way he usually does. His eyes search the other man’s face, not put off by his scars in the slightest. Pietro was good-looking and he knew it, but inside he was terrible and monstrous and he knew that too. He’d seen it in the mirror. And only a small part of it had to do with the reason he knew what Wade was feeling.

“Maybe not,” he says with a shrug, he wasn’t here to comfort Wade but he didn’t deserve to die alone. “But they’ll give you one.” After a moment, Pietro’s voice grows a bit softer. “I wouldn’t say no one will mourn you, mm?” The Southerner who watched Wade when he wasn’t looking, the one who still had longing in her eyes like hadn’t stopped mourning him to begin with. “But she’ll be okay.”

Stumbling against the wall, Wade finds himself sinking down to the floor and decides he’s just going to sit there for a minute. “They shouldn’t...” he says softly before laughing to hide his pain. “Someone should put me up on wires and swing my body around to scare people.” He deliberately ignores Pietro’s suggestion anyone would miss him. It’d be twice now he did that to Anna, die without telling her. Now was his chance to make it right, but he couldn’t do that. He avoided it on purpose.

Pietro blinks slowly, listening to him explain. He’d never really heard their story, just assumed based on the tidbits he overheard. He knew they had a history, and that it nearly put a pin in the developing relationship between Anna and the Cajun. “I don’t get much promises,” he says back, brow raised before shrugging. then he thinks of Wanda and all the promises they shared about being honest with each other. “But yeah, yeah I know.”

He wasn’t trying to be sincere, nor was he trying to have a heartfelt moment with Pietro. His brows knit together in confusion and he doesn’t know what else to say. That response wasn’t what he’d expected at all. On one hand, he could ignore this pain and this gnawing inside of him until it ate him alive. On the other, he thinks Pietro knows something. So he goes for it.

Usually Pietro entertained his banter, matched him with it or if he caught him on a bad day, berated him for it. But neither of those reactions seemed appropriate right now. He stares at the man who was literally coming apart in front of him. No healing factor would save him now, Pietro knew it by the shroud of death surrounding him. “When did it start?” he asks, looking down at the strange man leaning on him. He doesn’t move though, he knew how much pain he had to be in.

Wade turns to look at him as if he has no idea what Pietro is talking about. Even though he’s smiling and definitely needs someone for support, he shifts all his weight to the wall closest to him. “Well, it all started when I found out I had cancer. See, Anna Marie... I’d do anything to protect her. I thought it was gonna be quick, painless, back to see her in a couple months. Turns out, ya never get what they promise. Ya know?”

Grumbling as he hopped out the taxi he tossed a couple crusty looking ones at dupinder, “I know this red freak takes you for granted bub, don’t spend it all in one place”. Logan took in his new surroundings a moment, studying the gate for potential weakness or a good entry points. Smelling the cold night air for any trouble that might be lurking over the perimeter.

“So avocado face what’s the intel on this guy, he got a crew? Mounted turrets?” Logan wasn’t  about to hop that fence without seeing if Deadpool was withholding any info, he did this last mission, leaving out the fact about their mark having 30 man security crew armed to the teeth, and just simply told Logan ‘Oopsie poopsie’ as an apology. He walked up to the steel gates hinges, determining shearing the hole thing off would be best for extraction, and pops his claws out waiting for Deadpools signal to slice and dice.

“Oh! Well uh... ya know he’s got cameras.” Wade nodded way too many times, “Probably bodyguards... no turrets... the bodyguards aren’t trained like you and I! Should be home in time for dinner!” Wade never did research anymore. What was the point in that? It was more fun being surprised, if he were human still, then yeah he’d do this right.

Pietro didn’t like to think about the dark, the endless abyss he only recently remembered. There were things crawling on him there, made of smoke and decay. He didn’t like to think of the burning of the hand that pulled him from it and deposited him at his sister’s feet. But he smells it. It clings to the air as he walks past the room, it makes his heart leap with fear. Not much scared Pietro Maximoff, but the thought of returning to the void certainly accomplished that feat.

“Wade,” he says, oddly quiet and calm for who he is. He leans against the door frame, staring at at the other man.

Laura just stares at him as he rants, wanting nothing more than to scratch his throat out. It’d only grow back though so what was the point of that? Wade had a point, a valid one though she’d never want to admit it. She could ask for help, it wasn’t like she was going it alone anymore. At least she only was out of choice by this point. She grumbles, scratching some nonsensical shit down on her homework. Didn’t she get points for completion at least?

“What’s bothering golden boy then, huh? I thought his optimism was chronic,” she mutters as she presses down so hard she breaks the tip of her pencil. She leans back in her chair, her claws unveiling with their signature sound, and begins to sharpen it. “Did he find out his favorite Backstreet Boys album isn’t on vinyl or maybe he can’t find his favorite kombucha anywhere?”

“It’s not my place to say...” Wade says reluctantly. If it were anyone else, his mouth would not stop moving, but Jean and Scott? He grew close to Jean, and he didn’t want to cause unnecessary gossip about them. “Ask him yourself, maybe he’ll tell you.”

Quickly, Wade decides to move on from it. Maybe he could help her, or at least he could try. He wasn’t exactly mathematically smart, some people would say he wasn’t exactly anything smart. Skilled? A lot of people would say skilled with a sword, skilled with guns. Smart? No. Never. “I was gonna offer to help, but I say just tell ‘em Beast ate your homework.”

Logan looks over the beat up taxi, unconvinced it can drive a single block more. “Do you ever give this guy a break Wade?” He says as he enters the back seat, the taxi slightly dipping due to his adamantium mass.

He listens to Deadpool babble on the the taxi driver, and zones everything out. He pulls out a flask and drinks it all in one big gulp, ‘I’ll just sleep till we get there’ he thinks to himself. Before leaning his head on the head rest he say to Wade “hey bub I’m gonna take a nap cause I’m tires of listening to you talk, wake me when we’re there” and passes out.

“Tired... of listening to me talk?! Wow, hurtful. I hope you know I’m coloring this picture of me with blue crayon because I’m sad now.” Wade tosses something back at Logan just to bother him and even considers lifting his mask up to stick his tongue out, but that’s a little too childish. When Dopinder stops the car, Wade places a hand on his cheek, “Thank you, no high fives today. Just a little caress for your adorable face. Bloodthirsty driver, you stay in the car this time!”

“Yes while I’m easily noticeable, I strike fear into people so they don’t dare think about reporting me to authorities. I snuck into a bar and beat up everyone in it for looking at me funny once. They deserved it.” Star had no remorse for that, but they were all alive at least in the end. He just doesn’t like people talking bad about his tattoo.  “I think you would have given them great ratings. Careful what you wish for, they might try and recruit you if they catch wind of it.” He says waving a finger at Wade.

Star raises a eyebrow, but there’s a smirk spreading over his features. “I’m always down to kill some bad guys. Where are they? How many? I suppose the number doesn’t matter, they’ll all be dead in the end.” He says, purely in this for the thrill of feeling his sword slash through the flesh rather than getting any sort of reward. 

“I’m easily noticeable without my mask on, too. And not because of the red suit, you should see my face underneath. Looks like the crypt keeper.” Wade shudders to add effect, but deep down he was self conscious about it. He’d never admit it though, not even to someone he loved. They could probably see it in his eyes though, significant others noticed things other people didn’t. “I ain’t judging ya for killing people, especially if they deserved it. I killed a whole shady organization because I was looking for one guy, they wouldn’t tell me where he was so they faced the consequences.”

Laura had thought no one frequented the study hall, but when she got here there were several people scattered around the room. All at different tables, leaving only one open and there was no way in hell she was sharing a table with someone. No one needed to see what her work looked like. It was stupid that she was taking classes anyway, she was old enough to be done with fucking college and here she was taking math a twelve year old could ace. But for her… It looked like gibberish. It wasn’t like they were concerned with her academic advancement at The Facility and she went straight from there to being an assassin. And her other unsavory professions didn’t beg for a degree either. 

She scratches the back of her neck anxiously as she peers down at the scribble of numbers and symbols that she’d taken down for notes. “Fuck…” she mutters to herself and slumps back. “Can’t I just get a degree in killing people?” 

As if he appeared out of thin air, Wade’s head popped up from under the table opposite of where Laura sat. He blinked five times, in a rare without his mask moment, and cocked his head to the side. “You technically... could? If you do some kind of criminal justice bullshit right?” Now, Wade wasn’t going to pretend he understood math, but he made it through life someone hitting most of his targets from the weirdest angles. That was all mathematics right?

“What is it? Why don’t you ask for help?” It’s a stupid question really, considering he knew her... father? “Don’tstabmeokay. Just ask Scott, he’s more than miserable these days, maybe it’ll get his mind off... things.” It disappointed him. He stood behind that relationship, he thought Jean and Scott were good together. Especially because she’d finally started eating and looking healthy right before... the end? Wade didn’t like it, but it was what it was. Same with his relationship with Anna.

A curt whisper caught the thief’s ear. “Il va casser quelque chose si vous le laisser juste là, Remy.” 

“Oh, laisse-le. C'est gratuit de toute façon.” Remy snickered at his sister-in-law’s warning. She leaned on him to get a better look. Standing side by side, Mercy was one of the few people who could make Remy look short, even if she was cheating a bit with her shoes. They watched on from the shop’s backroom as the inspector bumbled around. “Mais, ne se sentirait-il pas mal alors? Cela nous donnerait un avantage dans toutes les négociations.”

She stifled a laugh and Remy nudged her as if to say you know I’m right. However, the man wouldn’t be leaving on his own and until he left none of the notable patrons would dare visit. So reluctantly Remy moved to the man’s side. He was swift, placing a hand between the inspector and a velvet hat before he’d even had the chance to look up. “What’s it you’re lookin’ for d’en, Monsieur?”

When Wade looks over toward the voice, his jaw almost drops because of how handsome the other man is. He wonders if the owner of the other voice he heard would be pretty too. Wade slaps his hand down on a counter hard enough to shake several objects, but he pays them no mind. “Maybe you, you’re prettier than some of my cousin’s daughters.”

Now that he saw the shop owner, Wade wondered if he should even try to finish this job. He’d turned down others for less than a pretty face in the past, but something in him kept him from deciding on that right away. “Maybe if he’s nice.” Wade said out loud before smiling at Remy.

“I am in the market for some things... perhaps you have a pearl necklace and a silver music box?” Only two of the items on the list, but Wade didn’t want to make himself known yet. If this man didn’t already know of him, he would have a chance without violence.

There was a look of pride in what Star just did, eyes watching as the blood pools around their body for a moment before looking back at Wade. It would be a good idea to get out of there before anyone showed up since going to jail isn’t on his list of things to do today.

“If you videotaped what just happened that would be considered evidence wouldn’t it? Although where I come from everything was taped for the world to watch me do much worse than that.” Star shrugs it off, knowing that his life in that world was over. He’s running behind the other man, easily booking it out of the alley. “What do we do now?”

“Exactly, evidence of the crime. I mean there would be no denying it was you either. Look at you! You’re so damn... noticeable.” It’d be cliche to say he was a “star” wouldn’t it? The other deadpools were telling Wade not to say it and look lame, so he kept it to himself. After getting far enough away, Wade stopped running and slowed to a walking pace. “I wish I lived on your world, I’d probably get a lotta views just for my ability to not die!”

What to do now was a good question, and Wade had just the idea! He always carried around gold cards from St. Margaret’s, but he didn’t have to tell Star that. Maybe the guy would enjoy killing random bad guys. He looks off to the left and stares, “You think he’d go for it? I mean... he looks like he would. I don’t wanna share, but I mean... what do I really need the money for anyway?”

So he agreed because Inspector Wilson would do anything for money, if he felt like it.

“Either of those is fine, people usually call me Star.” The man admits since he preferred that to his other name, this was something he had been able to make his own. 

Star’s foot presses down on the stranger’s chest with a little bit of pressure, enough to make them cough. It was obvious how scared they were, but that doesn’t stop them from speaking their insults. “I think an honorable death is what they deserve, even if they are being disrespectful right now.” His hand with the two blades retracted pulls back slowly then with one swift movement their head was cut clean off of their neck. The swords disappearing back under his sleeve into the gauntlet as he looks over at Wade. Blood starting to spill out around the body, so he steps away from the corpse not in the mood to clean it off of his boots today.

It was glorious! The scene laid out in front of him was paced like a movie, somewhere, somehow, Deadpool found a tub of popcorn and was actually eating it. His mask was flipped up as he watched the man die beneath Star’s feet.

CUPID SEEMS FAR FROM SAINTHOOD , his arrows of wood feel more like strings hung on the backs of puppets. it’s hard to hide the flush on her cheeks , the way his tongue carries her name. she almost forgets the time and the place. his stupid toothy grin and those tender eyes. brown like the way a sunset brakes over a mountain side , with sparks of warmness and blanketing peace. it doesn’t take adalinda long to realize she prefers them much more to the black and white lies oh his mask.

Her lips have to bite back at a smile when he bows after introducing himself. what a world it would have been to see wade wilson caught up in the madness of royalty. though her grandmother would never allow it , she’d put an end to it the moment she caught wind of “ a man in a red suit with swords on his back ” the possibility is still one that is certainly entertaining , but this world is full of countless possibilities , only few have the chance of ever coming to play out.

❝ QUITE THE OBSERVER , I'M SURE YOU ARE QUITE SKILLED AT YOUR JOB , INSPECTOR WILSON. ❞

He might not know it , but the question is a rather loaded one. though if he was truly aligned and trusted by charles , then surely he must be aware of the instances. strange people who have been suddenly appearing , the strange clothes and ways of speech. adalinda’s well aware she must have stuck out like a sore thumb on the night of her arrival. a ghost of the future running away from a ghost from the past.

❝ IF YOU'RE HERE I'M ASSUMING YOU KNOW THE SPECIFICATIONS OF THAT SOMEWHERE HAPPEN TO BE ALL RATHER , CONFUSING. ❞

It turns out they must both be creatures of curiosity. She wants to do nothing more than to drag the attention from herself and ask him questions. Maybe her she could get answers to questions she hadn’t even thought to ask . . . .  questions she might not even get to ask. Her gaze meets his eyes once more , eager to find the things she’s been looking for. She doesn’t think better of it when her voice lets out something barely above a whisper.

❝ IT'S ALWAYS EASIER SPEAKING OF THE PAST THAN OF THE FUTURE , ISN'T IT ? ❞

Following her train of thought, it all clicks like the pieces missing from his puzzle just fell from the sky into place. This one, Adalinda, she didn’t belong in this time period. She was good though, able to blend in with everyone here like she actually belonged in this time rather than the other. She only stuck out because of her hair, and maybe even the royal aura she gave off. Though, if Wade were being honest, he just had a natural attraction to her. At least now, he could drop his whole act and be himself. He snaps his fingers, “Damn, thought it was my charm.” Now he has more questions, better ones, about where she came from and how she didn’t end up disappearing like the rest. His head was swimming so fast, but the next question out of his mouth is about his counterpart rather than her, “Do you… know a version of me? Am I a detective where you’re from, too?” His eyebrows meet in the middle of his face and almost look like they are one. Wade realizes it’s a silly question, “I mean… why am I asking about me? I don’t really care about me.” Shaking his head, he skips on through, “Thank you for being nice to a simpleton like me, some detective right?” Wade steps closer to her and mindlessly reaches for a lock of her white hair. He twists it until it’s curled around itself several times over then he lets it fall. Steering the conversation back to her would be better, and would make more sense if he wanted any real information. “How’d this happen?” he says referring to her hair he just released, “Was it always like that?”

Of course violence was Star’s favorite thing. If he were to see an army he would try to take it on by himself. “Thank you. Uh, sure? I have not had anyone want to call me that before.” He usually forgets about his other name truthfully with how little he uses it. 

Star places a hand on his hip, but the other one raises as he retracts the two blades from that gauntlet again. “I can stop being nice. I could end his life.” He says with a grin as in his eyes it would be an honorable death since it was from combat after all.

The minute he came up with the new nickname, Wade decided the superhero name sounded much better. “Actually, I’ll stick with Shatterstar... maybe Star. Sounds cooler.”