#deadpool does advent

Of course, by the time they made it to the concert hall - it was pretty evident what they were doing. It was showing Scrooge, the musical. Something to get them started on the Christmas season, that they could share. Wade had switched on his holographic image inducer to avoid staring and checked his own reflection in the window. Not bad. He held open the door for Bucky, the warmth gushing towards them along with the excited voices of people chatting and drinking wine. It all seemed very appealing and different from their usual environment. Maybe they were a bit out of their element, but Wade loved it. It was definitely good to get out - do something else.  “I only know the Muppets version of this,” Wade explained as they handed over their jackets to the wardrobe personnel. “And I love that. This has a lot to live up to.” he chuckled and kissed Bucky’s jaw. God, he smells nice. His significant other boyfriend so attractive that he found it hard to keep to himself. Damn it, this is going to be a long show, isn’t it? Nothing ever compares to the Muppets, of course. But the performance wasn’t bad at all. Wade got engulfed in the story easily enough, the music catchy, but it didn’t stop him from holding Bucky’s hand throughout the thing. Their fingers twined together, hands resting in his lap. A simple act of devotion. One he insisted on, one they could allow themselves. Subtle enough not to draw attention. It kept him grounded, allowed him to be both needy and possessive, as they got lost in the magic of musical theatre. 

Wade didn’t think he’d let go of Bucky’s hand, but he must have. They were outside, walking down the streets, heading home, raining praise on the show. Both wearing their jackets, there was no way they could have gotten them on if he hadn’t let go. Wade lifted Bucky’s hand to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “Look at the stars,” he sang softly. “Look how they shine for you – and everything you do… Yeah they were all yellow. I came along, I wrote a song for you… and all the things you do, and it was called yellow…” For some reason, that song had stuck on his mind. Maybe because the stars were out, or all the Christmas lights that people had put up were giving off a golden glow. He was in no way to be compared to the singers they’ve just witnessed, but it wasn’t half bad. “You know I love you so…” he added in a lower voice and sighed happily. He had said he wanted to check out people’s decorations… but that was only half the truth. He didn’t want his night with Bucky to end. It was quiet. Safe. Loving. Everything he had imagined it could be. “Are you cold?” Wade asked as they made it inside their apartment, a worried frown etched on his forehead as he helped Bucky out of the jacket. He picked up his hands, the metal always a bit chillier. The other one still warm from when he had been holding it. He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around Bucky, letting him steal some of his body heat. Using the excuse to hold him, be close. Not long after the scent of chocolate spread throughout the rooms. Wade sat down in Bucky’s lap, carrying two big cups of cocoa. Yeah, there was plenty of room on the couch next to Bucky; there always was. But he preferred sitting in his lap. “Here you go,” Wade waited for Bucky to take the cup. “Happy first of December,” he murmured softly, before stealing a kiss. 

“I’m bringing some Christmas cheer to this godforsaken country. It’s,” he rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Mainly my fault that we’re still here.” There wasn’t a snowballs chance in hell that he’d stop feeling guilty about working for the wrong bad guys and nearly managing to sabotage Steve’s mission. “That does not mean that we can’t have a nice time. Egor helped to the best of his ability…” Wade chuckled at that. Dealing with Egor wasn’t always easy, and the guy seemed dead set on Wade being ‘the kinky guy with the suit’. But, luckily, Egor was fond of money… Besides, it was good if Steve didn’t think this was all him, even if it was. Wade took the groceries from Steve, putting them away, letting his Christmas Wish Nr. 1 friend take it all in. Wade had lit a bunch of candles and turned off all the other lights. A copy of how the Grinch Stole Christmas, fresh off Amazon, lay on the kitchen table along with some tangerines and chocolate. There were also some other books, the Chronicles of Narnia and the Harry Potter series amongst others, hidden under Steve’s bed – he’d give them to him later. Some light reading for good feels. Egor had let him borrow a cd player, though refused to even try to get Michael Bublé’s Christmas Album. “When in Russia – do like Russians.” he had insisted dryly and provided a rather worn cd with the Red Army Choir singing Christmas songs. Now, Wade had listened to it – and he really didn’t mind, it was pompous and proud, and got him in the spirit – but he wasn’t sure it would sit well with Steve. And that was it. It would have to do. “Here,” Wade gave Steve a cup of hot chocolate and told him to sit down. He’d prefer it if Steve was leaning into him as he read; but he knew it was a lot to ask, so he motioned towards Steve’s bed. “I’m going to read you how the Grinch stole Christmas because I want to.” Wade explained, leaving no room for protest. At least it earned him a smile. “I assume you’re too old to want to sit close and see the pictures as I read, even if I’m a jolly guy in a red suit…” Wade winked before he picked up the booklet and a cup for himself. Wade waited for Steve to get comfy and sat cross-legged on his own bed, sipping the hot chocolate, knowing that once he started – he’d forget about it. “Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot…” Wade began. He had no problem doing a dramatic reading of Dr. Seuss poem, having the skill to deliver it captivatingly, entirely engulfed in the story. The candles flickered encouragingly, bathing them in their soft glow. Making them forget about the real world for a little while, though given everything they couldn’t complain. It was snowing lazily outside – Russia covered in a blanket of white which kept the world both clean and silent. “…and he, he himself! The Grinch carved the roast beast.” Wade sighed happily as he finished the last sentence. He closed the book and glanced at Steve, his eyes filled with nothing but love. “Thank you for letting me do that,” Wade spoke softly, he got up – closed their distance, and leaned down to give Steve a hug. “Happy second of December,” he murmured, then gave him an innocent quick peck on the cheek as he drew back.