( he blinks when wade goes and mentions how his big(?) brother had attempted to murder a kid, head lifting up, blue eyes both confused and concerned. )
Why was he trying to kill a kid?
( and at that, wade might feel a slight pressure at the forefront of his mind. almost as if a certain telepath is gently attempting to pry. )
[And Nate is welcome to try, but it's not going to be precisely helpful. He'll get a momentary glimpse of Wade fighting Cable, falling dick first into his face, getting shot, but mostly it's a fucking shit show in there. Enjoy the image of Wade in a three-way with Bea Arthur wearing a strap-on and what looks to be a cartoon unicorn. Then it's just pain. Lots and lots of pain. And screaming.
And did I mention pain?]
The kid killed his wife and daughter in the future. Burned them alive. So... [shrug.] But we saved them. So it's all good now! Course now he's stuck with me. Can't get home.
( the glimpse of his brother is just that β a glimpse, because soon enough everything else rushes to his mind's eye β so much of it things he Didn't Need To See but it's the pain that hits him hardest. so much, in fact, that his eye glows that familiar gold he and cable share and he hunches over, hand to his head, the other reaching out to grab at the wall. )
Stop!
( in an attempt to break the mental connection, he throws his hand away from the wall towards wade and just might send a wave of psi-energy towards the other mutant, but. he should be fine. wade's been tossed around before. both in general and by cable, hasn't he? it's really more a gentle shove. in a forceful way.
also that might be the whole powers unchecked thing scott had been talking about. )
[Wade looks very confused as he continues to stir up his waffle batter, apparently having not recognized that pressure in his head for what it was.]
I'm sorry, buddy that's just not going to-- ack! [Wade is cut off by the shove tossed back into the counter and the bowl of batter goes flying. It's not enough to do much damage, not even any broken bones to heal. Still, it's not painless and he crumples to the ground, the batter bowl having landed right on top of his chest and splattering everywhere.] I bi-th my tong-gah.
( with the connection severed, it takes him a moment to realize what he's done β the result of becoming unstable, if even for a blip of a second. it takes him a moment to see wade there, crumpled on the ground, and he takes the few short steps it takes to go over to him, to drop down to his knees and look over the mess. )
Iβ are you ok?
( the look in those blue eyes of his really does show how surprised and sorry he is. )
[He seems to be talking normally again as he starts to sit up picking up the bowl off his chest and setting it aside, glancing up at those apologetic baby blues.]
[Wade's outward happy-go-lucky persona falters at the question, but he's quick to look away, moving to start to clean up. Grabbing the bowl he tosses it in the sink and grabs paper towels to clean his apron and floor concentrating on that rather than Nate.]
Oh. You know.
[He pauses.]
Got tortured for a few months straight. It's how I got my powers. Pushed to the brink of death over and over... and over. I mean it's not as bad as having never had waffles before, cause what the fuck, but still pretty bad. Also, my healing factor and the cancer just makes my brain all funny.
( resting back on his haunches, he stares to wade's back as the other mutant goes about cleaning up, picking up on the whole purposefully Not looking to him as he offers him an explanation for what he'd felt within his mind.
scott had told him he was capable of healing, just... left the rest out. maybe he didn't know? or felt it wasn't his place to say anything. either way, nate remains quiet for a long moment before he lifts a hand and turns the faucet on in the sink with a flick of a finger. )
Did you kill them?
( he asks then, letting the bowl fill with water. )
[He wets the paper towel with the newly started sink then kneels to start wiping up the floor, uncharacteristically quiet as he does. Finally, he answers.]
( he lets that silence linger between them for a bit longer before he replies. )
Me too.
( sinister. for what he'd done to not only himself, but forge, the only father figure he'd ever known.
hand to the floor, he pushes himself up, his head not ringing as much as it had been moments ago. brushing a hand down his arm, he looks over to wade. )
Sorry about blastin' you. ( it runs in the family? ) I just... didn't know what was happening. I get it now.
[That does make Wade look over, gaze softening a bit knowing that he'd been through something similar. Having a happy childhood or carefree life just didn't make for a good story in a movie or a comic book.]
Pfft. [He waves a dismissive hand.] That? That was like a love tap. Don't even worry about it.
[He tosses the paper towels into the garbage can.]
But... yeah, maybe stay outta my head. Best for everybody.
[Maybe it's lucky that the pizza in the fridge isn't Wade's usual go-to order of pineapple and olive. That's not really something to put in front of a pizza virgin! Turning on the stove, he then moves over to the fridge and pulls out the pizza box, and flips it open. Pepperoni and sausage.] Just gotta warm it up real quick. Although cold pizza is pretty good too.
he lingers a little as wade goes and turns the stove on β gets said pizza out of the fridge. he's not all that sure what to do with himself β what to do with all this downtime for once. )
This Scott? Six months. Different universes. But he's known another me longer.
And I've known another him a little longer too, sort of. The Scott from my universe doesn't really talk to me. Most of the X-men avoid me like the plague. Everyone except Colossus, NTW, and Yukio.
Take your pick. I'm a mercenary? I kill people? A lot of people. I never shut up? I'm technically more of a mutate than a mutant? Depending on who you ask. Oh, or they didn't like the spicy beef chili I made for dinner that one time?
How was I supposed to know that it would flare up Beast's IBS? That man can absolutely wreck a toilet, goddamn!
[He pulls out a tray and sets four slices on it before popping it in the oven to heat up, noting.] Too many people toss their cold pizza in the microwave to heat it up. Fucking animals, honestly. You lose all the crispiness that way.
( he doesn't strike him as the cold-blooded murderer type who slaughters innocents and kills just for fun and he's not about to go back into his head to verify that, so. he goes on a hunch there with that, watching as wade stuffs the tray in the oven. )
Other than that, I'd guess it's your chaotic energy that they have a problem with.
They're all people that deserve it. Murderers, traffickers, etc. Epic fuckstains of the highest order, [He's not killing innocent people.]
Mm... yeah. I am pretty chaotic. So that's probably a factor. [And his penchant for trying to wear Jean's outfits.] But Cable and Domino can stand me. Mostly. So I guess that's something.
I mean, not just anyone's face. [But he's really not that discriminate to be honest.]
We're more a thing in Scott's universe. But there's been a little behind-the-scenes action. [Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.] After we stopped trying to kill each other... and he sacrificed his ability to go back home to save my life.
( again with the sarcasm albeit a little more gentle rather than sharp.
letting himself lean back against the counter there, fingers grip under the edge of it, nate taking a moment to look around the place. )
It's so... different. Being in a kitchen like this.
( he says then. so genuine in the way he does, blue eyes trailing his gaze around. )
I remember things like this but... they never worked or were pretty much destroyed. To find a light on in a room was almost rare. A luxury when we did find it. But here? Here there's so much of it. So much that isn't destroyed.
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Why was he trying to kill a kid?
( and at that, wade might feel a slight pressure at the forefront of his mind. almost as if a certain telepath is gently attempting to pry. )
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And did I mention pain?]
The kid killed his wife and daughter in the future. Burned them alive. So... [shrug.] But we saved them. So it's all good now! Course now he's stuck with me. Can't get home.
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Stop!
( in an attempt to break the mental connection, he throws his hand away from the wall towards wade and just might send a wave of psi-energy towards the other mutant, but. he should be fine. wade's been tossed around before. both in general and by cable, hasn't he? it's really more a gentle shove. in a forceful way.
also that might be the whole powers unchecked thing scott had been talking about. )
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[Wade looks very confused as he continues to stir up his waffle batter, apparently having not recognized that pressure in his head for what it was.]
I'm sorry, buddy that's just not going to-- ack! [Wade is cut off by the shove tossed back into the counter and the bowl of batter goes flying. It's not enough to do much damage, not even any broken bones to heal. Still, it's not painless and he crumples to the ground, the batter bowl having landed right on top of his chest and splattering everywhere.] I bi-th my tong-gah.
[But worst of all.]
Aw, man! Dat wash de laste of muh badder!
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Iβ are you ok?
( the look in those blue eyes of his really does show how surprised and sorry he is. )
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[He seems to be talking normally again as he starts to sit up picking up the bowl off his chest and setting it aside, glancing up at those apologetic baby blues.]
Man, you must really hate waffles, huh?
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( downside of coming from a dystopian world. among other things.
still there on his knees, he eyes the other a little warily. not about to take a peek inside that head of his again, but... )
What happened to you? ( he gives pause, just for a moment. ) I felt... pain. Lots of pain.
cw: mention of cancer, torture
Oh. You know.
[He pauses.]
Got tortured for a few months straight. It's how I got my powers. Pushed to the brink of death over and over... and over. I mean it's not as bad as having never had waffles before, cause what the fuck, but still pretty bad. Also, my healing factor and the cancer just makes my brain all funny.
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scott had told him he was capable of healing, just... left the rest out. maybe he didn't know? or felt it wasn't his place to say anything. either way, nate remains quiet for a long moment before he lifts a hand and turns the faucet on in the sink with a flick of a finger. )
Did you kill them?
( he asks then, letting the bowl fill with water. )
The ones who did that to you?
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Every single one of them.
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Me too.
( sinister. for what he'd done to not only himself, but forge, the only father figure he'd ever known.
hand to the floor, he pushes himself up, his head not ringing as much as it had been moments ago. brushing a hand down his arm, he looks over to wade. )
Sorry about blastin' you. ( it runs in the family? ) I just... didn't know what was happening. I get it now.
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Pfft. [He waves a dismissive hand.] That? That was like a love tap. Don't even worry about it.
[He tosses the paper towels into the garbage can.]
But... yeah, maybe stay outta my head. Best for everybody.
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( just a little too fucked up even for him.
looking around, jacket a little big on him, he gives a glance to the kitchen sink and shuts the water off. )
So I guess the waffles are ruined?
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[And Wade might find himself lost in the trap of his own mind more often than not. But he can't exactly escape it.]
Yeah. They're well-fucked. And that was the last of the batter. Got some day-old pizza? Or we can go to a diner or something?
[Since apparently, they are hanging out now, whether Nate likes it or not.]
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( even day-old, it's going to be better than a lot of things he's eaten in his time. )
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[Maybe it's lucky that the pizza in the fridge isn't Wade's usual go-to order of pineapple and olive. That's not really something to put in front of a pizza virgin! Turning on the stove, he then moves over to the fridge and pulls out the pizza box, and flips it open. Pepperoni and sausage.] Just gotta warm it up real quick. Although cold pizza is pretty good too.
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he lingers a little as wade goes and turns the stove on β gets said pizza out of the fridge. he's not all that sure what to do with himself β what to do with all this downtime for once. )
How long have known ( my father. ) Scott?
( maybe he'll just go with that. )
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And I've known another him a little longer too, sort of. The Scott from my universe doesn't really talk to me. Most of the X-men avoid me like the plague. Everyone except Colossus, NTW, and Yukio.
[Hi, Yukio!]
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( the x-men led by magneto and rogue, right??? )
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How was I supposed to know that it would flare up Beast's IBS? That man can absolutely wreck a toilet, goddamn!
[He pulls out a tray and sets four slices on it before popping it in the oven to heat up, noting.] Too many people toss their cold pizza in the microwave to heat it up. Fucking animals, honestly. You lose all the crispiness that way.
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( he doesn't strike him as the cold-blooded murderer type who slaughters innocents and kills just for fun and he's not about to go back into his head to verify that, so. he goes on a hunch there with that, watching as wade stuffs the tray in the oven. )
Other than that, I'd guess it's your chaotic energy that they have a problem with.
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Mm... yeah. I am pretty chaotic. So that's probably a factor. [And his penchant for trying to wear Jean's outfits.] But Cable and Domino can stand me. Mostly. So I guess that's something.
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that name though. he tucks it away for the moment. )
I heard you and him are a bit of a thing.
( scott may have said something. )
That true? Guessing you don't shove your dick in just anyone's face.
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We're more a thing in Scott's universe. But there's been a little behind-the-scenes action. [Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.] After we stopped trying to kill each other... and he sacrificed his ability to go back home to save my life.
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( again with the sarcasm albeit a little more gentle rather than sharp.
letting himself lean back against the counter there, fingers grip under the edge of it, nate taking a moment to look around the place. )
It's so... different. Being in a kitchen like this.
( he says then. so genuine in the way he does, blue eyes trailing his gaze around. )
I remember things like this but... they never worked or were pretty much destroyed. To find a light on in a room was almost rare. A luxury when we did find it. But here? Here there's so much of it. So much that isn't destroyed.
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