#selfproclaimedavenger

“God help us all.”

             First poke: "Stop it."              Second poke: "Wade, I said stop."              Third poke: "Once more and you'll regret it."

“Oh great, you’re here. I thought I was the only one to pursue this bounty, but I suppose someone saw fit to put you in the know, too.”                            Fantomex crouched low against a wall bordering the roof, the target described in the wanted notice holed up in the warehouse across the street from their position.                    “Do try to not blow our cover, won’t you? I’m rather allergic to bullets.”

//THIS IS QUALITY!!

“I’m also hella curious...”

Wanda was ridiculously hungover. She rubbed her eyes and sat up, having passed out on the sofa. The light streaming in from her blinds irritated her. “Why do I ever agree to go for a quiet drink with you? Why do I fall for it?” She asked Wade, knowing that he was somewhere in the room. Probably passed out on the floor. She checked herself to make sure she was still wearing clothes. “Okay, I’m about 95% sure you didn’t finally get me drunk enough to consider sleeping with you?”

[text: sassmouth]:  Well, surprise sexting santa it is, for both of us I guess, since I’m not really sure how I managed to send that when I was, in fact, trying to delete it.