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( ryan reynolds. 42. he. cis male ) are you a VIGILANTE ? something tells me that the smell of gunpowder, the creak of worn leather, and arcade lights make you who you are, WADE WILSON. with the powers of SUPER REGENERATION, you’re sure to have a unwavering, obnoxious personality — and you definitely belong to UNAFFILIATED. were you listening to CAN’T GO TO HELL by SIN SHAKE SIN on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next! ( Airri. 28. she/he/they. gmt +10.5. )

❝ oh god who’s UP this early in new york ? ❞ except it’s not THAT early. roberto is just hungover from the night before. so maybe going out in the BIG CITY wasn’t that good of an idea - especially since no-one is going to give him the quiet he deserves. was that … is that … deadpool ? oh god. ❝ i don’t know and i really don’t care. ❞ it wasn’t long after he said it that he realised it’s only going to make the other keep pestering him. ❝ uhhhhhhh west i guess. ❞

“Early? On what Godforsaken planet is 7 in the evening early for you, pipsqueak?” he asks, wandering over and regarding the poor guy. “...Or are you only just getting up? I knew the youth were in dire straights, but wow, even I’m shocked”. Of course, he’s mostly joking. It’s way too easy to rib the goodie-two-shoe types. Wade looks him up and down, considering if this is a familiar face.

“ east - ” - “ - or west. ” he peered into the all-too-chipper man’s eyes ( or, rather, where they would be if they were visible ). taking the coin from his suit pocket, his left hand began absent-mindedly flipping it. logic, in such scenarios, could be far too overrated. who was man to depend on thought when a path had been carved ? when everything could be decided by the flip of a coin.  “ if it’s input you want - ” -  “ - it depends on what you’re looking for, boy scout. ”

Curiouser and curiouser. The same feeling of out of placeness settles in the back of Wade’s brain as he watches the stranger, the coin an unfortunate distraction- curse his birdbrain attraction to shiny movement. Though he laughs at the accusation, easy, but very aware that this guy radiates danger. Good thing he likes that.

“Sometimes trouble can come right to you. No need to pick between the East or the West side of the city.” Poison Ivy’s vines outstretch until she finally makes it to the rooftop from another one. The villain steps down on the rooftop ground, but stays there by the edge for a while. “What’s going on with you?” Her head tilts a bit to the side. 

Poison Ivy springs her vine towards the masked figure even more and grows a rose out of it. “It’s cute that you think you can catch everyone before all of the heroes do.” There’s a soft chuckle echoing from her throat. “I think Harley would enjoy talking to you. It seems like you’re right up her alley.”

The voice has him turning, hand already at the handle of the sword on one side and at the holster of his gun on the opposite hip- but they’re not drawn yet. Just close by. The back of his neck prickles in the way it does when the part of his brain that knows things picks up on something, and his head tilts curiously. “Could ask the same thing about you”, he says, almost conversationally. “Why do I have the distinct feeling you’re a long way from home?”

“Goooooooood evening New York!” he calls, as he stretches, atop one of the thousands of buildings that sprawl across the city, letting his arms swing down, taking it all in. Another day, another chance to scout for opportunities to endear himself to future employers- by proving he can kick ass and take names.

[Think it’ll be bank robbers? Or maybe even supervillians?!] Yellow proclaims from one corner of his head.

[At this hour? Probably more like purse snatchers and creeps] White offers, from the other.

“Does it matter as long as we catch them before another hero does?” Wade points out. “It’s either that or sit on our asses at home, and that doesn’t pay the bills, so might as well get to work!” Talking to himself is second nature at this point- despite how it must look from the outside. “So. East or West first?”