#theamazingcaptdeadpool

Continued from X @theamazingcaptdeadpool

Bucky had almost picked up the bottle. That was until he heard Wade’s bland tone. Sighing as he grasped the bottle and looked at it for a moment. Holding it over the railing before he simply let it go. Closing his eyes as he rested his head back against the cold railing. Not less than sixty seconds later, he heard the wet shatter on the pavement. Racking his hands through his hair as he moved his head from the railing. Resting his arms on his knees, burying his hands into his forearms. 

“I’m just relieved you didn’t go ‘he’s my grandpa’ or something,” Wade admitted and let out a sigh of relief. “Because that would have made this sooo awkward.”

“Why, what’d you do to him?” Curiosity peaked, though she found him a bit strange.

Send me ‘Sorry’ and my muse will fill out a formal apology form for yours

“draw me like one of your french girls”

CALLING ALL MY STEVES!

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

AND WHY DO YOU LOOK EXCITED?!

I’ll be drowing my confusions sorrows in ice cream and blow.

a smile breaks across his stubbled jaw, laughter erupting from his lips. easy. he might have unintentionally fallen asleep on wade for a good part of it (he was just resting his eyes!), but they have recently watched what apparently must be wade’s favourite movie. “--but you have heard of me.” he replies once he’s recovered from the chortling, finger-pointing and all. “fancy yourself a jack sparrow then, hm?” he is more of a james norrington himself. a boop! follows that (careful wade, you might want to copyright it), and peter shoots him a smug look.