( sense and wear confusion on his face, yes. his father isn't here β he's scanned the place with his mind and yet, despite the obvious choice being to simply leave and come back some other time, he can't help but wonder because... this is who his father is contracted to, isn't it? the Chaotic Force as the man had described him and nate can't claim that he isn't the tiniest bit curious with the sort of person scott's tangled himself up in with a contract, so.
he stands there. absolutely baffled at the song he's hearing and knocks on the door. hoping he maybe doesn't regret this. )
[This singing doesn't stop but it does sound like it's coming closer and as the song reaches its finale, the door swings open to reveal one half-naked scarred Wade Wilson, wearing some Deadpool themed boxers and some bunny slippers and singing into a broom.]
'If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me One day I'll know How far I'll gooooo!
[And now he's bowing. Eventually glancing up when no applause seems oncoming. Then he actually takes a moment to look at who it is.] Oh! Nate, right? [It's pretty obviously Nate. The eye. The almost not quite Cable look. He's already turning around and assuming that he'll be coming in.] Want some pancakes?
[He turns around, pouting a bit at the refusal. But it is a very Cable sort of response. Stop it, Nate-- you're gonna make him all nostalgic!]
That's me! Wade Winston Wilson. Or Deadpool, but I don't have on my suit! [He looks over at the mural admiringly.] Do you like it? I'm especially proud of the stars shooting out of the unicorn's butts. Some of my best work!
( rather than give an answer when it comes to the waffles, french toast, or crepes, he stands there and looks around the place, just barely letting his gaze touch the mural.
this is who his father chose to contract with. )
I wouldn't quit your day job.
( making his way in further, he's not even going to ask if scott's here. he knows he's not. )
Damn. That's harsh! Tell me how stupid Dubstep is and call me some mean names now. It'll be like I never left home!
[And you're getting waffles now, Nate. Whether you want them or not. He heads into the kitchen, leaning down to the bottom cabinets to grab the waffle iron. Pay no attention to the asscrack as he bends down.]
And I do have a job! Back home I'm a mercenary. Here? I'm a bouncer at a vampire bar. I can get you a discount on the non-blood drinks if you ever wanna check it out.
( he's about to ask what's dubstep when he's given That View and he instead chooses to look away, arms folding in front of his chest as he does. this is really the man his father lives with, huh? at least they're not sleeping together.
home, though. )
You know my brother.
( gently, he tilts his head. funnily enough, his eye glows gold at that thought for just a moment. )
( rolling his eyes, he leans against the doorframe there as wade goes about doing what he's doing there before he takes to biting the inside of his cheek and, without looking up to him, he asks because he can't help it. )
I know, I know... I'm hard to look at. Must be very upsetting.
[Becuse obviously, that's why Nate is grumpy that he's half-naked. He's joking, but there is a heavy helping of bottom-of-the-barrel self-esteem in there too. Mixing up the batter in a large bowl, he glances back up at Nate.]
Cable? He's gruff, no nonsense, easily annoyed. [A great fit for Wade, who annoys like he breathes.] I mean, we met because he was trying to kill a kid. Which-- not great. He had a good reason? But woof. We worked through it though... after he tried to kill me a few times.
( 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.
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he stands there. absolutely baffled at the song he's hearing and knocks on the door. hoping he maybe doesn't regret this. )
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'If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I'll know
How far I'll gooooo!
[And now he's bowing. Eventually glancing up when no applause seems oncoming. Then he actually takes a moment to look at who it is.] Oh! Nate, right? [It's pretty obviously Nate. The eye. The almost not quite Cable look. He's already turning around and assuming that he'll be coming in.] Want some pancakes?
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No.
( how cable of him.
still, he follows in after a moment, letting the door shut behind him with his mind as he does. )
You're the one who did that mural.
( the miracle he'd seen the last time he was over that scott seemed to think of more as an eye sore than anything else. )
Scott's submissive?
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[He turns around, pouting a bit at the refusal. But it is a very Cable sort of response. Stop it, Nate-- you're gonna make him all nostalgic!]
That's me! Wade Winston Wilson. Or Deadpool, but I don't have on my suit! [He looks over at the mural admiringly.] Do you like it? I'm especially proud of the stars shooting out of the unicorn's butts. Some of my best work!
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this is who his father chose to contract with. )
I wouldn't quit your day job.
( making his way in further, he's not even going to ask if scott's here. he knows he's not. )
Do you even have a job?
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Damn. That's harsh! Tell me how stupid Dubstep is and call me some mean names now. It'll be like I never left home!
[And you're getting waffles now, Nate. Whether you want them or not. He heads into the kitchen, leaning down to the bottom cabinets to grab the waffle iron. Pay no attention to the asscrack as he bends down.]
And I do have a job! Back home I'm a mercenary. Here? I'm a bouncer at a vampire bar. I can get you a discount on the non-blood drinks if you ever wanna check it out.
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home, though. )
You know my brother.
( gently, he tilts his head. funnily enough, his eye glows gold at that thought for just a moment. )
Cable.
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I do know him. He's shorter than the comic version. But still hot. And just as grumpy!
[Just how he likes it!]
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( rolling his eyes, he leans against the doorframe there as wade goes about doing what he's doing there before he takes to biting the inside of his cheek and, without looking up to him, he asks because he can't help it. )
What's he like? Really.
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[Becuse obviously, that's why Nate is grumpy that he's half-naked. He's joking, but there is a heavy helping of bottom-of-the-barrel self-esteem in there too. Mixing up the batter in a large bowl, he glances back up at Nate.]
Cable? He's gruff, no nonsense, easily annoyed. [A great fit for Wade, who annoys like he breathes.] I mean, we met because he was trying to kill a kid. Which-- not great. He had a good reason? But woof. We worked through it though... after he tried to kill me a few times.
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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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