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Don't need much sleep? Please. We're you getting any sleep at all?

[Wade scoffs grabbing the smut novel he'd been reading and chucks it at Scott.]

What things did you have to do? Gathering your army for the revolution or whatever the fuck it is you're doing? Your plotting will go much better without the sleep deprivation, I'm sure.

[ ...It's Scotthe manages to evade the book more than catch it but quickly picks it up and flings it like a frisbee and with force toward Wade's nose.

They're mature. ]

If I hadn't slept in the past month, I would be dead. [ Which is not the worst thing and okay fine he's seriously not sleeping much. As for whatever the fuck he's doing? He doesn't know. Gathering information. It makes him feel useful, okay? Does he look shifty? Not really. Is he? Yes. You know because he's not responding to that bit..]

Ack! [The book smacks him right in the face and he sputters. He never really put much effort into dodging attacks, be them in the form of books or bullets. He gives Scott a positively petulant look after that.]

Okay fine, but you can't tell me you're not running on fumes! I've been sleep deprived before, but it wasn't by choice! [One of the many tortures Francis tried on him.]

[ He stares when the book hits and is usually annoyed by that. Learn to dodge, asshole, even if you're missing a desire to live. ]

I was tired. I appreciate the sentiment and the sleep. I am less thrilled that you drugged me. I'll get over it.

I mean, I could have put you in a sleeper hold, but that wouldn't have lasted as long and you would have tried to stop me...

[It would have been a whole thing.]

But, you're welcome.

[ Of all the things to get really pissy about-- ]

I would have tried to stop you?

[Wade's eyes widen a bit at that reaction. Really, Scott? A smirk does start to grow across his face though, all too happy to poke this bear.]

I said what I said. With your lack of sleep, your reaction times have to be taking a hit, that's all I'm saying....

You just sat there and took a book to the face, don't talk to me about reaction times!

[ What is happening. Why is it happening? Is he actually bothered by it?

He doesn't know. ]

[He shrugs, eyeing Scott as he goes to grab said book off the ground. He's getting really salty about this isn't he?]

I can move quickly when I need to.

[ Maybe he just needs a good argument, Wade. He told you Jean would give you flowers didn't he? ]

Yeah, and when is that?

I dunno. Maybe when I need to choke you out?

[Fine, if he wants to argue. So be it. He slaps the book back on the nightstand for emphasis.]

From behind.

[ Because hi, Wade, if he's looking at you he can kill you. Also why are you slapping books, what did the werewolf porn do to you besides hit you in the face?]

Maybe.

[Now Wade is absolutely just goading him, curious to see what he'll do and looking pretty smug about it too.]

That's less insulting than threatening to choke me out. That's just stupid.

[Because.

Well.

It is. ]

Really? [Wade looks around them, then gives Scott a skeptical eye.] So you're telling me you would use your not-laser eyes in the middle of an apartment complex and risk blowing a hole through how many walls and maybe killing how many people, just to stop me from choking you?

That might be something I would do. But I thought you were more careful than that. So seems to me like I've got a bit of an advantage here.

I just got out of jail. I appreciate your faith in my self-control but Logan won't 'let' his submissives spar with me because he's afraid I'll lose my shit and kill them - and he isn't wrong.

[ So yeah. He might. He wouldn't feel good about it after, but he really might. ]

[That does manage to shut Wade up for a second or two. Jesus, Scott.]

Just sleep more, alright?

And then we won't have to find out if I do try to choke you out if you'll blast my head off for it. We can leave that question happily unanswered.

[The possibility wouldn't stop him trying it, if it came down to it. Considering Wade's own lack of concern for himself.]

Yeah.

[ Meaning he'll try. That reaction didn't go unnoticed, though, so a little more tentatively, moving to sit on the edge of the bed- ]

Have you met Pyro here?

Only on the network.

[That seems like a complete non sequitur, but now he's curious.]

Why?

[ Yeah yeah, probably it is. ]

Did you talk to him enough to know if he's from the same reality as you? Or a similar one?

That's complicated. He is. But he isn't. Days of Future Past, man. Days of Future Past...

[He's probably not making sense. Or maybe he is? Which would be frankly more disturbing.]

Our world was one way. In the first, I was fighting in Vietnam with Logan and Sabertooth and then getting my mouth sewn shut. Then timey-wimey bullshit then you get me instead! Like this. Mouth open and flapping and born in the 70's rather than fighting in them. Not sure what Pyro is doing in my timeline now though. Could be he's not even born yet.

[ It doesn't make sense until it does. Scott understands time related bullshit -- probably too well.

So: ]

Close enough.

John keeps calling me a 'goody two shoes' and a suck-up who taught auto-shop. I recognize the guy he's talking about. From a time before we had students crucified on the lawn. From before we tried to remove ourselves to an island, and an attack by Trask wiped sixteen and a half million mutants out. From before we tried again and the fucking Avengers stormed a new island and a new beach and tried to kidnap my granddaughter.

From the point where I still believed 'peaceful coexistence' with humans was possible.

If you want high minded morals ... talk to Logan, it's his turn to be the good guy.

[That's a lot of shit to process. A fucked up metric ton of shit. He's no idea what to say, but finds his lips moving anyway.]

The X-men from my world... I was trying to join them. Most of you wouldn't give me the time of day. Colossus was trying. So he took me out on a mission. There was this kid. Russell. Firefist.

[Stupid fucking name.]

He was losing his shit at the orphanage where he was raised. Those mutant hating fucks were abusing him. And the police there were about to make him go back. Just slap a power restraining collar on him and send him right on back...

So, I shot one of those fucking pedophiles right in the head and the X-men let both of us get sent to the Ice Box. Do you know what happens when I get a power restraining collar put on me? I die. Slowly. Painfully.

[As much as he likes Colossus, that did really hurt. How easy it had been for him to allow that. Even if it had been what Wade wanted at the time.]

I don't want high minded morals.

Edited 2022-03-24 15:13 (UTC)

[ Scott sighs, not even aware he's done so. Not like he's shocked by any part of that story - at all - but more that he's just tired.

Also aware he's being pretty unfair to Logan - not like Logan's stupid or idealistic, just maybe found some hope again on that island. It's complicated. ]

Yeah. That kind of thing. Over and over and over again. I know exactly what's those people are thinking and why. I just... don't have the capacity anymore.

[ No win, though, because he definitely hates who he is now. And who he was. Does have a Plan if Deadpool ends up with his powers completely turned off, though. ]

Edited 2022-03-24 15:24 (UTC)

I guess I never had the capacity. [Even if wanted to have it sometimes. Wade waffles back and forth with that idea of trying, mainly whenever Colossus gave him his stupid metal doe eyes.]

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crucifixion?

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