It’s that time of the week again. He’s back on his bullshit, classical dancing with himself in his head. “You know,” Wade begun as he stuck his head out from the ceiling tiles, “I really do enjoy our time together, Brucey.” He’s not entirely sure that Bruce enjoys their time together given how high the little guy jumped when he popped the ceiling tile down.  [THEY HAVE A FRONT DOOR, YOU KNOW.]

“I know but I think Happy’s still mad about that fish I threw at him last time.” Wade snickered and for a strange moment it seemed as if two men were laughing in the ceiling before Wade stopped and his eyes went wide. “Do you hear tha---?” but too late cause he’s dropping out of the ceiling, bringing tiles and dust with him. His back hit some hard surface and his legs went out from under him. “Ooooh! Not the kidneys.”

{DO WE EVEN HAVE KIDNEYS STILL?}

Truth be told, she thought it was in the past. It’s why she bought a new name and a new life. She didn’t think anyone would find the stupid file after the FBI got her name wrong. Men and their incessant need to screw everything up. Life would be so much better if they simply... ceased to exist. Maybe there would be less leather and war, huh? “I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t unpleasant but I’m more curious as to how you know about it. You don’t exactly look like an FBI agent.” Besides, that was a while ago. Why the care now? “So why the interest?”