Quite Advantageous

    Sure, he can say he’s glad Remy’s gone, but when Tasky agree’s, Wade has to fight down the urge to clock him. Which he does, instead just taking another chug of his beer. It’s fine. He’s okay. This is fine and friggin’ fucking dandy.

   “Yeah, I did. Then I started havin’ doubts and who’s the one who told me lock that down? Oh yeah, that was you.” Wade scoffs. He doesn’t mean to sound bitter, but he is. He’s bitter. He’s angry. Maybe at Remy, but mostly at himself. At Tasky though? Nah. He’s not mad at him. “Yeah, it sure does. Like when it put me with cancer. Put me with Weapon X. Right in the garbage can, that’s my place. Need to stop tryin’ to get out of it and just accept my friggin’ role.”

“That’s fair.” Tony shrugged that small jab at him off, he was the one who told him to do that. Gotta sleep in the bed you make, right? 

    “What are you, a chick?”  Wade snorts, plopping on the other end of the couch, tilting his mask up to drink his beer. “Besides, just woke up twenty minutes ago. Calling you wasn’t the first thing on my mind. Sounds totally crazy, I know. You know how obsessed I am with you.”

    Wade sighs, taking another deep chug of his beer. “…  Nothin’ to talk about. Made his choice. I don’t regret it. I got things I gotta take care of and if he ain’t on board with that, better off gone doing his own thing. N’ I’m better off focused. Do you know how hard it is to do shit when all he wants t’do is spanky?” Wade scoffs. “…. Can’t believe I blew 20 mil on a fuckin’ cat for that prick. Next time I think of pullin’ that shit, you punch me in the dick, got it? Let my dick do too much of my friggin’ thinking.”

“Oh yea’, It explains why one o’ us is always on the other’s couch, right?” Tasky laughs, finally looking in Wade’s direction. 

“….” Wade isn’t sure if he wants to talk about this. It hasn’t even been a day. Part of him is still expecting that Remy’s sleeping on his bed and will be woken up by the sound of a guest, put something sexy on and claim his territory on Wade. He’s half expecting his phone to go off. He’s half expecting Remy to come through the door behind Tasky.

“His. You want a beer?” Wade doesn’t wait for an answer. He heads to the kitchen, opening up the too-clean-for-his-taste fridge and grabbing two of them, coming back to the living room and handing one to Taskmaster. “Walked out last night. I think. Passed out - might’ve gone out the window. No cat-picture that tells me he’ll be back so, figure it’s done.”

    “Remy split. We’re done.” Wade spits that out faster than he means to- faster than he can come up with a lie to fabricate. “Great pep talk you gave that night but. You know. Same shit, different fling.” 

     Hold onto this one, Wade. He loves you. God damn. He doesn’t need to think about that speech Tasky gave him about love and Remy being ‘the one’. “You know me, dude… not much of a sentimentalist.” A lie, but, he could use some lies right now. A lot of them.

Tasky was a little shocked when Wade announced the end of Remy and him...”Yea-Yea’, Brother...I know what you mean.” 

   Taskmaster. Yeah, sure. He could use a distraction right about now. “Are you seriously already here and calling me?” Wade asked, but he walks over to his door anyway, trying to shake the mental image of Remy walking out of it as he opens it. Sure enough.

   He hangs up the phone. “Sup? Oh. Don’t mind the fire in the middle of the living room. Just burning some baggage. Only I can prevent forest fires.”

    Rogue curled her first, and aimed it right for that stupid tacky mask of his. No one calls her sweet cheeks and toots.

“Call me ‘toots’ ‘gain and you’ll be spittin’ out the teeth from down ya throat, mist’a— Taskmaster.”

    “Nuh-huh. Must not be a big-timer, huh?”

    “– We met before, ain’t we? What’s y’ name?”