#wcllcrawler

Wade was sure that he had never been so pissed off in his life, and that was saying something, considering the kind of life that he'd led up to that point. For them to dishonorably discharge him, for them to frame him like they did after they'd twisted his arm more than a few times to get him to do something he hadn't wanted to in the first place...

He had nobody else to turn to.

His mother was dead years back and he didn't know or care if his dad was rotting in hell. He carried his knapsack over his shoulder as he walked the streets of New York, his stomach telling him that he needed to eat with a loud, displeased growl.

He sighed and decided on the first sandwich shop he saw, walking up to the counter.

Backpack strap is adjusted and pulled tighter around his shoulder, changing his original course. Gladly, he plucks the bag out of Wade’s hand, not about to deny his all time favorite. Opening the bag, he’s already digging around inside, pulling open the paper bag as he steps around and slides into the passenger seat. Pausing, his gaze narrows, slowly turning to look at him when he realizes this is not the car he had been picked up in last time. Lips pinch before he sighs, eyebrows raising. “Wade… is this car stolen?”

“what---? stolen? no?” wade fake gasps, “how dare you.. frame me of stealing a car, peter. i’ve been so good recently.” he said, pulling the vizor down as sunlight shines through the front window, photos that were not of him and were more definitely smudged in blood falling out onto his lap. “i’m just borrowing the car from a lovely family down south, beautiful house. asked if i could take their car for a spin to pick up my favourite peter-incess. how was school, darling?”

THE   HEAT   wasn’t  helping  the  situation  as  Nadezhda  sat  on  the  stoop  of  a  brownstone  ,  head  resting  on  the  cool  stone  railing  ,  body DESPERATELY  trying  to  fend  off  sleep  .  THE   AFTERNOON  had  been  as  close  to  a  vacation  as  her  life  ever  allowed  ,  waiting  for  further  instruction  &&  keeping  to  herself  .

ONLY   HALF   aware  as  figures  passed  before  her  ,  Nada  eventually  pulled  herself  into  a  standing  position  long  enough  to  force  a  smile  which  didn’t  quite  reach  her  eyes  ,  reaching  out  to  tap  the  shoulder  of  the  nearest  passing  figure  .   ‘   Что это за улица   ?   ’   she asked  ,  broken  English  added  only as  an  after  thought  .  ‘   This street  number   ?   ’                

       Felicia almost felt tempted to hit her lame robot with a hammer and just forget about it, but really with her grades in that subject not being exactly good, she couldn’t afford to destroy what little work worth continuing she had made; so a hammer was out of the question. 

        Instead, she turned around to see if there was someone around she could ask for help, finding an all too obvious answer in... uh... what was his name again?

“Extra everything and regret, coming right up.”