I learned it.

ifoundyourmistake:

Mike couldn’t help but grin as Wade kissed his hand, and if a touch of pink touched the tips of his ears, well. He hoped no one would notice. 

“And I’m gonna just have to trust you with that one, right? Seeing as half of them were literally waving out of their asses. Yeah, there were pictures. No, they didn’t hit the internet. You’re fucking welcome, seeing as you also spelled your name.” And there was too much lawyer spirit left in Mike for him to not be snarky about that. 

“I love Mexican–what kind of a question is that, is there anyone who doesn’t like Mexican?” Mike didn’t agree to lunch specifically and he did so on purpose: he couldn’t actually tell how serious Wade was on that front, and he found it extremely difficult to believe that Deadpool would seriously be asking him to do anything, let alone go on a presumed date. 

Old fanboy mentalities died hard. 

“Probably a little bit of both,” Mike moved on to the subject of Maria. “I began my morning by being reminded not to wear both headphones in case someone sneak up on me and kill me. You know: the intern.”

“What time do you take lunch?” Wade asked, somewhat more seriously, “this is open campus right? I know this place is a lot like high school, but you get recess right, or passing period? Do I have to stop by the principal’s office to being you food?”

“Wade, enough. Business first, pleasure later.” Steve rolls his eyes but cannot hide all of the amusement, his eyes twinkling and barely keeping the smirk off his face.

The merc managed to raise the eyebrow area of his mask, like it was glued on to his face. Which works, but is really hard to peel off… Gorilla glue was probably not the best choice for that. “Oh c'mon captain goodie two shoes, I know you played hookie once or twice.”

“Wade, I went to a Catholic high school.” This however was not an outright denial of what his Canadian counterpart was implying. “Now, c'mon. If you behave maybe we won’t have to reattach your head after this meeting.”

“Oooh, Kinky, Captain.”

“How about this,” Mike began, looking back and forth between Wade and Steve as they sassed each other. “Wade, you behave for Steve and I will give you my number and we can iron out details when you all get back.” He was not at all above using as many bargaining chips as he could, not because he needed them, but because he enjoyed it. 

ifoundyourmistake:

“Well, Maria has officially given up on trying to make me call her Director Hill as of about fifteen minutes ago, so I would declare this week a success,” Mike responded before he even looked up at Steve. The Captain was not by any means the only little shit on the premises. “Who’s Wa-heeeyyyy, holy shit,” Mike had finally turned to look up at the men standing above him, and within seconds his shocked expression laced itself with a smile. 

“No, I haven’t, although now that I think about it I really should not be excited to see you. Two weeks with no sleep because Maria put me on damage control for your happy fun times not too long ago.” ‘Happy fun times’ was Mike’s blanket replacement for things like, oh, mass murder. He didn’t stand–whatever manners he’d been taught were only selectively remembered anymore–but he did hold a hand out for Wade to shake if he wanted. “Mike Ross, resident WhizKid.” 

Oh it’s already begun. Steve, very quietly pleased with himself, leaves more than enough room for Wade to shake Mike’s hand. Taking the other man’s hand, leans down and actually kisses the back of Mike’s hand. “Aww, Pookie, don’t be mad… I promise they all deserved what they got…” Which was both entirely true and probably a lie. One could never tell with Wade. The merc laughed and the smirk that followed was somehow conveyed through the mask by some strange bending of the rules of physics no one ‘in universe’ really understood. “I could take you out to lunch to make up for it. How do you feel about Mexican food?” Steve internally groaned and grinned, metaphorically patting himself on the back. This was his special little chaotic gift to the universe. “Speaking of Director Hill, did she head toward her office or… We’re supposed to meet her for some sort of debriefing or beheading.”

Mike couldn’t help but grin as Wade kissed his hand, and if a touch of pink touched the tips of his ears, well. He hoped no one would notice. 

“And I’m gonna just have to trust you with that one, right? Seeing as half of them were literally waving out of their asses. Yeah, there were pictures. No, they didn’t hit the internet. You’re fucking welcome, seeing as you also spelled your name.” And there was too much lawyer spirit left in Mike for him to not be snarky about that. 

“I love Mexican--what kind of a question is that, is there anyone who doesn’t like Mexican?” Mike didn’t agree to lunch specifically and he did so on purpose: he couldn’t actually tell how serious Wade was on that front, and he found it extremely difficult to believe that Deadpool would seriously be asking him to do anything, let alone go on a presumed date. 

Old fanboy mentalities died hard.