Big Shot Screaming

"You are not the only one in the world to have been shot. I’ve lost count of my bullet wounds over the years and I have never taken so long to get down a flight of stairs. If you are going to let something like that stop you maybe you shouldn’t take my class."

He turned his back and started up the stairs again. "Fucking bitch."

"Come on, slow poke. I hope you can drive faster than you climb down stairs"

"You sound really confident you will pass? Or maybe just cocky? One slip up and you will have to try again. I’m a hard marker, Mr. Wilson."

He shrugged and made a face. "Honestly, whadya need me to do? Not crash? I can totally do that." They turned a corner and into a long corridor, stepping down a few steps. Wade took his time getting down the steps, limping heavily, knowing he'd been on his feet for too long.

"I hope so. As long as I dun end up in someones bedroom it’s alright though right?"

He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, there's that idea out the window. I already pulled that prank on a friend of mine. He nearly killed me."

"So are we going the right way now?”

Wade grinned and winked. "I dunno, what do you think?"

"Now where is the place you are supposed to bring me?”

He was quiet for a bit, but he wasn't fuming. Nope. Not fuming. "What's the deal with your powers anyway? They seem a little... out of whack? And I know what Logan said about it being hard to control your powers, but no offense lady, you're old. You should be used to them by now."

"Well Wade, nobody got hurt, an’ it’s not like you warned anybody you were takin’ the field anyhow. Clearly I’ve slipped a bit in not goin’ over the safety guidelines, but since that’s my mistake, I ain’t gonna hold you or Sam accountable for it. Now if ya don’t mine, Victor’s got himself tangled in a bolas over there, so go back ta practicin’ an’ we can talk ‘bout this later. Nice shot by the way." Remy waved his hand in the direction of Wade’s board before turning to head over to the other student.

Bullseye. And the best thing was, he'd meant it this time.

"Gettin’ there, keep practicin’." Remy nodded before making his way down the line. "Sam, when someone’s on the field, ya don’t keep throwin’ blades, okay?" he called out, taking his eyes off Wade.

Wade had gotten a bullseye, but upon hearing Gambit's special brand of chastisement Wade rounded on the two of them. If it had been him who had kept throwing deadly weapons around the place no one would be fucking forgetting about it and letting him off with a verbal warning.

"Alright Wade, deep breaths. Gettin’ angry isn’t gonna help ya hit the target. Now then, what went wrong?" he asked knowingly,  looking at the target. It was ten feet, he could hit that in his sleep, and odds were with a gun Wade would hit it better at two hundred feet than he was doing now. But among the many things you realised coming to the Xavier school, it was that a student’s ‘talents’ were often as effected by their emotional and mental state as anything else, and maybe, in this case, straightening Wade Wilson out now might help him to avoid become the pain in the ass he would one day become.

Wade rolled his eyes and looked at his teacher. "Jesus fucking Christ, if I knew what went wrong I'da fixed it and I'd be getting bullseyes." Wade walked up to the target and tugged the shurikens out, cursing, not bothering to be polite to the the teacher. 

"Why don’t ya try throwin’ ‘em like a Frisbee. Just hold the pile in one hand an’ throw ‘em with the other. Won’t be fast, but it’ll have better aim than ya do now." Remy looked back at the target. Granted Wade had actually hit it, which is more than he could say for some others, but for every one that hit the corners of the board, three more were scattered somewhere in the grass.

"For fuck's sake!" He threw another and missed altogether for the first time.

"Alright class, I’ve got a table over there that’s got bolas, knifes, cards, darts and a buncha other things for throwin’. I want ya all to go pick somethin’ and try and hit the targets over there. It’s only ten feet for starters so don’t go throwin’ it like a baseball, ‘specially if ya have super strength." he said brightly, keep a close watch on what he suspected would be a potentially lethal display.

He stood at the ten foot line and realised he had no idea how to hold the throwing stars. He tried three or fours ways but none of them felt comfortable.

She stopped and raised an eyebrow at the kid.

He started walking backwards, back the way they had come. “I’m not like the other students in here, and I am milking it for all its worth.”

Catherine was still trying to take in her surroundings. She was almost positive they were going around in circles. 

She smiled, hoping Wade would bite at the challenge she was setting.

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