#contractterminvted

@contractterminvted​ sent ❝you’re not the revenge type.❞ For Nathan Drake, please

Deadpool 2 starters

Grip is steady on the gun that is currently pointed at Rafe’s head. This whole fucking thing is Rafe’s fault. Sam and Rafe - they just had to be obsessed with this damn treasure. And look where that got them. Sam dead, Rafe still standing here, telling him how he’s NOT the revenge type.

"You're making a commotion, calm down." She hissed between nearly grit teeth, agitated by the venue, the lack of backup, their unexpected adversary and the dress she'd been forced into. If she had to remain civil despite the mess then so did he—

Well, she sure knew how to pick her employers… First Asav and now this.

Her grip on his arm tightened and she pulled him away from Victor, trying to remind him subtly that they were at a high end, classy bidding event and that his behaviour was starting to attract attention. All the while her eyes were darting around the room, well aware that if one was here, at least one Drake was sure to follow.

A snort escaped the ex-convict as he approached the car and dropped the bag he'd been carrying. "Isn't that my line, Rafe? It's only been thirteen years, after all." Extending his hand to shake he shot the other a smirk, glad to finally be out of that hellhole and breathe some freedom once more. Considering Rafe had got him out however, the question was rather how long he'd manage to stay out.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, huh?" He could guess, considering there were only a few things he was more well-versed in than his little brother. A brother who likely thought he was dead. That'd be… Something. He'd been wondering how his little brother had been doing all this time after all.

Still, the idea of getting another job running, even with Rafe, was an idea that appealed greatly to the side of him that protested being locked in a cage for so long.