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The cold metalic sound ringed through the air as if a pin fell on the floor on every tone.

"... Goodmorning Eve."

"It has been a while, hasn't it?"

[Two weeks, three days, six hours and 32 minutes, Mister Hammer]

Jack sighed and looked at the mess in front of him. The kitchen had a huge hole in the wall, about the size of a basketball. "Mental note" he mumbled. " Mister hammer sounds annoying." He liked the personal secretary "Eve" -as he called her- he created, it made his life easier, even though it was just an interface to his many computers.

He grabbed the cellphone from the table and started punching in numbers, then put it to his ear, waiting for an answer.

What about that killer plant from that one movie with the dentist?

Wade huffs, looking down at his smiley daughter.

“Dorothy Marie, keep your clothes on!” he grumbles, fixing her pajamas once more.

It seemed that nearly every time he looked away from the baby, she managed to either get herself all the way out of her clothes or at last part of the way out of her clothes.

Popping the final button closed, he rubs her stomach gently, smiling apologetically when she whines like she’s going to cry.

“I know, I know. You’re eight months old, the world is soooooooo hard for you.” He turns away for a second, putting away the things he used while changing her diaper, sighing in exasperation when he turns back to find Dorothy has wiggled her onesie up around her head.

“Dorothy! Keep your clothes on!” He’s really exasperated now, fixing her again.

She looks up at him with puppy eyes that rival his own, her lower lip trembling as she pouts and makes the tell-tale “I’m-going-to-cry-you-better-be-ready” noises. Frowning, he picks her up, cradling her warm little body close to his.

“Dotty, baby, I know you hate clothes. I hate them too, okay? But Canuckle says we have to wear them. You know how grouchy he gets when we don’t wear clothes.” Wade speaks to her like she can understand him. Her frown deepens and he wonders to the writers if she really can understand him.

It would be cool if she could

She’s only a baby.

[But she’s our baby. Maybe she can.]

Wade huffs again when Dot begins to cry, wriggling in his arms.

Clearly, we don’t want to wear clothes today.

[Naked it is then.]

Logan grumbles something about the baby getting sick when he comes home to find Dot and Wade asleep in Wade’s favorite chair.

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If Buzz Lightyear was a mercenary, yes.

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itsthedeadpool replied to your post: So, lemme get this straight.

Become a mercenary, Jamie. We’ll have a family business. Hunting things. Not necessarily saving people.

You watch too much tv.