ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴀʀʏ.

  Her fingers wrap themselves tightly around the communicator once he begins his monologue about escobar —- and she let’s him finish.  “ Wade —-  “ she starts up again, positioning her weight from the left side to her right. 

    “  I got my memories back – all of them. “  pause.  “  where are you ? I don’t feel like relying on a communicator. “  catching her lower lip between her teeth, she begins to pace a little. Eyes flit around while she waits for him to answer, really answer. Because she’s not sure how long she’s able to wait it out.   “ I feel as though a lot has happened in the span of .. you know, whenever the fuck I died and now, so,  “  there’s somewhat of a laugh in there. 

     “ So .. what’dya say ? “  a beat, fingers tap themselves on the communicator. 

what does he say? what can he say? he wants to say everything all at once, and nothing all at the same time, but he doesn’t even know where to start. so he goes with his gut instinct, and says the first thing that comes into his head.

        ‘ ... I NEED to see you. now. ’ 

he sounds breathless and he knows it, but the mere implication of the fact that vanessa now knows exactly who he is, and knows who he is in relation to her, has him feeling like it’s hard to be anything but that right now. he clutches the communicator a little tighter in his hand, unintentionally mirroring her as he closes his eyes just for the time being. 

he’s got a collapsed lung, he can tell that much for sure. it’s a struggle to breathe, and as he makes his way to a clearing, he knows it’s going to take a little while for the bastard to re-inflate itself. so he slumps down to the ground, laying on his back with his eyes staring straight up towards the sky, as his breathing stutters and starts. 

The moment he heard Wade’s voice, Loki rolled his eyes. But had convinced the mutant that the God was his father and he wasn’t about to tell the sad fuck about the lie. Besides who knows? Maybe continuing this lie could benefit the trickster in the long run. 

He turned to face the red spandex’d idiot. “Correct. This weather does not affect me.”  The cold never bothered me anyway.  The joke was mediocre at best. If Wade was actually his son he would perhaps not show his disappointment but he he wasn’t and thus he didn’t care. “I’m surprised you couldn’t think of something more clever than that.”

well, that almost sounds like a challenge. it probably isn’t a challenge, actually, but any time wade hears something that even slightly hints towards the fact that he can’t do a thing, you know damn well he is going to do that thing.  

        ‘ I WAS trying to keep my puns a little more...loki. but i guess if you want better puns, there’s snow way i’m gonna turn you down. you could say i thaw my opportunity and i took it. i know i’d be pretty piste with myself if i didn’t just go for it. ’ 

Jean wanted it on the record that she had never met this man in her life. At least, she didn’t think she had. So she hadn’t thought much of him sitting beside her at first. Maybe he was hearing voices too and had to just sit next to someone to make them go away.

But now he was talking about something called X-Force and she raised her brows. “X-Force?” she repeated, listening, intently. “Are you like- some crime-fighting force or something?” she asked, but her usual joking demeanor wasn’t there. She felt more tired than anything else. She leaned back against the wall and cracked a smile. “Who is currently on this team?” Was she honestly thinking of joining this team? Maybe.

“I’m not very good at coming up with cool names.” she added. “I mean, come on- Iron Man is badass. Spider-Man is too-” she actually grinned when she mentioned Peter’s alter ego, “and it fits very well. Captain America- that wasn’t chosen. I’m sure of it. Black Widow-” she was pretty sure she was going all heart-eyes now, “that is super badass. Thor- he doesn’t even need a nickname, he just radiates badassery.” she paused, and she felt her cheeks heat up when she realized she was fangirling over the Avengers and their cool nicknames.

Giving him an apologetic look, she got back on track. “My friends have suggested Marvel Girl for me but I… don’t know how I feel about that.” she admitted. “Your team must have their own cool nicknames, right? Because, like I said, I doubt I’d be very good making any up.”

it doesn’t matter to wade that they’d never met before. nor does it matter that she doesn’t know who he was. actually, that’s a lie. it kind of hurts his feelings that colossus or negasonic don’t talk about him to the other x-men when he’s not around. but he’ll suck it up and deal with it because he’s a big boy whose feelings definitely aren’t hurt right now.

        ‘ WE KINDA do our own thing? i set up my own team ‘cause they wouldn’t let me join the avengers or the x-men, so i had to take things into my own hands. ’ 

he listens as she rattles off the names of the avengers ( REMIND HIM WHY THERE ISN’T A CROSSOVER MOVIE YET? OH YEAH. BECAUSE FILM STUDIOS SUCK ) and notices that she basically looks like him the first time he met captain america. it’s adorable, and he knows for a fact that he looked nowhere near that precious. the whole deformed face thing kind of stops that from happening. 

this change in weather is going to absolutely ruin his image. how are you expected to wear a stunning leaf bikini when the weather’s below freezing? exactly. you’re not. but he remembers hearing something once mentioning the fact that stephen strange can manifest things out of thin air, or some shit like that, like he’s a party magician that’s actually legit.

when wade finally finds stephen, he’s shivering a little bit, arms wrapped around himself to try and keep as much warmth in as possible, and to try and help his tremors subside a little bit. it sucks, really, that his pain tolerance is so high and yet the feeling of cold just seems to permeate down deep within his bones. and not even the fact that his body is 99.9% scar tissue does much to keep the warmth in. if anything, he feels the cold more. thanks for ruining his dreams of snowboarding naked, weapon x project. you suck ass.

    And it just started happening, just like that. 

   To be short, blatant —- it felt like she was being yanked around, as if someone were reaching into her body and peeling her soul away strip by strip.  She didn’t like that. Vanessa didn’t like being dead, and with this weather —- what came with that.  It means, the proposition of Tony getting her out was hanging on a thin line of watered down hope — come on, they both knew it when they last spoke. But maybe it was supposed to be this way, because she was shot and she died before all this ——— you can’t cheat death. 

   But she’s trying to find Wade, because they needed to talk. Maybe if she sat out there long enough, in her — non blue form (  as she remembered ) he would come. But she also brought that communicator to her lips.  “ Wade. “  she spoke, hopping it onto the main line.  

@wdewilscn

his communicator beeps, and he briefly thinks about the fact that it would have been so much cooler if he could’ve programmed it to make the same noise that kim possible’s kimmunicator does. yeah, that would’ve been cool as shit, but he knows fuck all about technical stuff, so he’ll have to settle with the default for now. it’s vanessa’s voice that filters through, and he holds the communicator to his chest for a moment before bringing it up to his mouth so he can reply.

        ‘ YOU’VE REACHED the voicemail for pablo escabar. i can’t come to the phone right now, i’m too busy being knee deep in a massive fucking pile of cocaine. please leave a message after the sound of the gunshot. ’ 

he takes a moment to just grin to himself, before his grin settles into a slightly content smile. it should be pathetic that even the sound of her voice can make him feel better, but he doesn’t consider it pathetic. love is fucking amazing, and it’s not pathetic to be in love with someone.

Eyes flicked up to who spoke and they widened as they rested on the sight in front of him. Wade, Deadpool, in the flesh, quite literally. Peter’s face went bright red, doing his best to keep from staring at an inappropriate amount of time. Goodbye anger, hello embarrassment. 

“I mean, um, I’m not sure?” Peter scratched the back of his neck as he thought about it. “I’ve never tried to make clothes out of the webbing, and I mean, if you saw my first suit, I am not a fashion designer so I can’t promise that it’ll look any good.”

But anything was better than the man being completely nude. He could at least try, for his sake as well as Wade’s. 

“Um, I’ll give it a go, just.. uhh..” Peter frowned in thought, trying to think of the best plan of attack. “I’m not exactly sure how to start..”

wade thinks about it, and decides that he’s going to go with the first thought that comes into his head. unfortunately, that seems to be the way he does things a lot, and most of those ideas never amount to anything good or even helpful. but still, it’s his modus operandi and he’s gonna stick to it. it’s not like it’s going to kill him or anything. 

        ‘ HERE, just go absolutely freakin’ wild. ’ 

he spreads his arms outwards, stretching them out to his full wingspan ( DO YOU EVEN HAVE A WINGSPAN IF YOU’RE NOT A BIRD? ) and tilts his head back so that he’s looking up at the sky. it kind of seems like he’s doing some kind of really bad jesus impersonation, and you’d probably be right to think that. if anyone was going to do a bad jesus impersonation, and a really bad one at that, then it’d for sure be wade.

@wdewilscn

it was only when bucky had been given the chance to actually stop and rest that he noticed he still had wade’s mask tucked into the holster on his leg behind his knife. he had been sitting off to the side at the scrapyard when he’d found it, holding it in his hands and deciding within seconds that he would try to find wade so he could give it back to him. 

( no, he definitely wasn’t tempted to try it on. and yes this definitely was the only reason he wanted to track down wade again. )

so he trekked through the jungle, keeping an eye out for wade and eventually finding him wearing…a bikini made out of leaves? bucky had seen a lot of weird shit in his life but this? this was weird and absolutely fucking hilarious. his eyes swept over wade’s form, taking in the makeshift bikini and letting his mouth curve into an amused smile, lips pressed tightly together to try and stop himself from laughing. 

“here,” he finally said, grin spreading as he held out the mask to show wade he had it then tossed it over to the other man. “figured you might want this. i hear, uh….red masks and leaf bikinis are really hot right now.”

again, he looked wade over and smiled, shaking his head as he actually let a small laugh escape him. “good to see you’ve got your body back.”

wade hears bucky before he sees him. more specifically, he hears the crunch of branches underfoot that gives away the other man’s position. he stands as bucky approaches, hands planting themselves on bare and mottled hips, as a slow grin begins to spread across his features, matching the one that bucky’s now wearing. 

and that grin already widens a little when he sees the mask that’s in the other man’s hand. his own hand comes up to catch it as it’s thrown towards him, before his gaze drops to look down at it. his grin is still there, but it almost seems to falter a little, before he fixes it back in place.

        ‘ OH, i’m gonna absolutely destroy soul stone fashion week. tim gunn’s not gonna know what’s coming. figures he’d be here, y’know? he was too good for the world. ’ 

he chooses not to put the mask on right now though, instead tucking it into the back of his leaf bikini bottoms ( WHY IS THE SPONGEBOB THEME PLAYING IN HIS HEAD RIGHT NOW? ) before turning his attention fully back to bucky, or as fully as it can be when you have the spongebob theme on a loop in the back of your mind. 

        ‘ THANKS, it’s nice to be taller than two foot nothing again. hey, about the mask, why’d you keep it? you could’a thrown it with the rest of my torn-up stuff. ’ 

The man dropped down in front of him, and boy was he a sight. Butt naked, just a few leaves covering him up. His skin was uneven, and the wide smile on his face was.. endearing. Steve just nodded as the man rambled on, putting on his own small smile when he mentioned the Avengers.

“I hate to break it to ya, but I haven’t been a part of the Avengers in years,” Steve told him a bit sadly, shrugging his shoulders. “But had I been around and gotten your letters-”

Pausing, Steve gave the man a once over again. “Uh, I would have certain tried to convince Tony to consider you,” which wasn’t a complete lie, and he wasn’t promising the man a spot on the team. Hell, it wasn’t even his team, so why did it matter?

“But please, enough with the whole.. Captain America thing,” Steve chuckled lightly, “You can just call me Steve.”

god, he could just swoon. he just might, actually, if he’s not careful. because steve - that’s right, he’s officially allowed to call captain america steve - is so handsome, and so courteous, and so handsome. wait, did he say that already? he definitely said that, and that’s okay, because it definitely needs to be said more than once. 

        ‘ WELL, steve, sucks you’re not in the avengers anymore, but hey, look, we actually have something in common, which is cool. ’ 

genuinely, he never thought he’d ever have something in common with steve rogers at this point in his life. sure, maybe when he was younger, they would’ve both been blonde. and sure, back before he basically contracted super cancer, they were both pretty fucking attractive. but now? nah, not so much. 

wade has his days where he’s the most confident man in the room, and then he has his days where he just wants to sit in a dark room and not look at himself ever again. it’s swings and roundabouts, really, and it all depends on what his mood is like that day. 

The gasp, the movement, the words….

Maria wasn’t someone easily startled, as a matter of fact it was the complete opposite, both experience and training had made it so but still, this dude had been dead and the last thing she expected was for him to breath, let alone move or talk, so of fucking course it startled her and being the trained soldier, spy she was. She kicked him in the face with the same movement she used to roll backwards and away before her brain even caught up and she stopped.

“What the fuck?….” She exclaimed panting to get her heartbeat back in control

“No seriously what the fuck… Was that a…. you thing or a this place thing?… Holy shit.”

the kick to his face snaps his neck back the other way, so now he can’t see her anymore, but that’s a problem that’s easily solved. his hands come up and grip both sides of his head, and with a quick movement, he snaps his neck properly into place. 

        ‘ UM, OW. this is a ‘me’ thing. damn good thing it is too, ‘cause that would’a been seriously rude of you to loot my corpse. where’s your respect for the dead? ’ 

he pushes himself up to his feet, and then stoops to pick up his swords so that he can slot them back into the holster that hangs over his shoulders.