[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.
I know, right? I'm such a loveable scamp! It doesn't make any sense!
[He's well aware that Nate is being sarcastic. Wade peers in the oven at the pizza.] Should be warmed up enough. [Grabbing an oven mitt he pulls out the tray before getting them some plates.]
So you're from a dystopian shit hole like Cable too, huh? None of you can catch a break.
[He hands Nate a plate with two slices of warmed-up pizza.] This place sucks giant donkey dicks, but at least there are some good things. Come on, enjoy the pinnacle of fine dining in the 20th and 21st century with me, eh? Pizza on a paper plate.
( pizza is not anything he can claim he's had before and it shows in the way he curiously looks at it for a moment before he lifts one of the slices up and takes a bite from it.
the verdict? not bad. in fact, he even smiles a bit. imagine that. he can smile. )
You eat this a lot?
( even as he asks, he might be... shoveling that entire slice into his mouth. followed by the other. seems he was hungry. quite hungry. )
[Wade starts eating a slice of his own, eyeballing the way Nate is inhaling his. He pauses a moment, then takes his second slice and slaps it on Nate's plate. Seemed like he needed it more than he did after all.]
I do. Pizza. Tacos. Taco Pizza. Waffles. Pancakes. Ice Cream. Cookies. Chicken Nuggets. Oh! Mac & Cheese! That's good too. [Wade does not have the most balanced diet clearly.]
( hey. when your powers are sort of killing you slowly because they're too much for your body to handle thus your metabolism is a little quick maybe and you come from a place where all of this was just heard of, you might go about indulging a little. or something.
either way, when the other slice is added, he shoves that in his mouth too and then looks up to wade curiously. )
[Wade's metabolism is quick, but for entirely different reasons. It's really the only reason he can eat as poorly as he does and still maintain a nice muscular figure... underneath all the scars. He's watching Nate as he finishes what's left of his own solitary slice.]
They do! Say... [He leans in conspiratorily.] Wanna go on an adventure?
( pizza slices finished off, he looks up to wade, gently setting the plate aside and just... not sure what to do with his hands, so. wiping them on his pants he sure does. )
[Ah, the old pants wipe! Can't go wrong with that! Wade sees nothing wrong with that.]
An adventure for tacos, and then cookies, and then ice cream, and then whatever else you feel like eating. [An adventure to potentially make Nate puke if they're not careful, but Wade isn't letting that kind of negative thinking in!]
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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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[He's well aware that Nate is being sarcastic. Wade peers in the oven at the pizza.] Should be warmed up enough. [Grabbing an oven mitt he pulls out the tray before getting them some plates.]
So you're from a dystopian shit hole like Cable too, huh? None of you can catch a break.
[He hands Nate a plate with two slices of warmed-up pizza.] This place sucks giant donkey dicks, but at least there are some good things. Come on, enjoy the pinnacle of fine dining in the 20th and 21st century with me, eh? Pizza on a paper plate.
Muah! [Chef's kiss!]
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the verdict? not bad. in fact, he even smiles a bit. imagine that. he can smile. )
You eat this a lot?
( even as he asks, he might be... shoveling that entire slice into his mouth. followed by the other. seems he was hungry. quite hungry. )
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I do. Pizza. Tacos. Taco Pizza. Waffles. Pancakes. Ice Cream. Cookies. Chicken Nuggets. Oh! Mac & Cheese! That's good too. [Wade does not have the most balanced diet clearly.]
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either way, when the other slice is added, he shoves that in his mouth too and then looks up to wade curiously. )
They have all of that here?
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They do! Say... [He leans in conspiratorily.] Wanna go on an adventure?
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Guess it depends on the adventure.
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An adventure for tacos, and then cookies, and then ice cream, and then whatever else you feel like eating. [An adventure to potentially make Nate puke if they're not careful, but Wade isn't letting that kind of negative thinking in!]
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