|Marvel High, part the fourth
||[Apr. 25th, 2007|09:45 am]
Cable x Deadpool
Chapter Four of Marvel High. The first three chapters have been posted here, here, and here.
Alternate universe, slash, Deadpool (Wade) and Cable (Nate). This chapter is, um, interesting. Hope you enjoy! And I hope somebody realizes the cookies have more to do with the plot then you may think...
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel Comics, I'm only a lowly fanfic writer.
Wade stumbled from the home ec classroom, covered in flour and some very delicious cookie dough that unfortunately contained a good deal of his blood, which meant nobody wanted to eat his cookies. He frowned at the bag containing the cookies he had christened “Deadpool Cookies”.
“You’d think that somebody would eat cookies no matter how much blood is in ‘em…” he muttered.
“I’ll eat them.”
Wade’s head shot up.
“You sure?” asked Wade, “’Cause I don’t want to get sued if you get any STDs…”
“I won’t sue you for forcing you to give me your cookies,” said Nate, taking the bag of sweets.
Wade opened his mouth to mention something about children’s TV shows when a growly person burst out of the art room.
“You’re all dismissed,” said Mr. Howlett as he stormed off.
“Hugh Jackman would be ashamed of him,” said Wade.
Wade turned back to Nate only to find him pleasantly eating the Deadpool Cookies. He actually… seemed to be enjoying them.
“So,” said Nate, between bites, “How come they’ve got your blood in them? Kitchen accident?”
“Felt up my baking partner,” said Wade, and after a raised eyebrow from Nate, he said, “I didn’t realize cookie-cutters were so sharp!”
“You don’t look wounded,” Nate said, peering for any wounds.
Oh crap. Quick Wade, quick, think of something. He can’t see the bandages? It was only a flesh wound? He got better? Well, he did get better, but that was only because of… anyway, excuse! Excuse!
“I’m Batman!” he shouted.
The few students who were finally leaving Mr. Howlett’s class stopped and stared. Well, that wasn’t exactly what he meant to say. What should he do? Beat them all up until Nate forgot the question? No, best idea yet…
He ran away.
Nate finished off the last cookie, and then followed, walking quickly.
“Brilliant idea, Wade, run away,” he muttered to himself as he dashed down the hallways, “Didn’t even spout off a good one-liner!”
As he sped out of the school doors, the stairs ahead with freedom, he put out a foot to leap down and away when… he slipped on a banana peel. By Charlie Chaplin, who leaves banana peels lyin’ around? Frikk’n slapstick comedy…
The first step hit his face like a ton of bricks, but that was only the beginning. Several steps and many bruises later, Wade landed quite un-elegantly at the foot of the steps, the clear summer air not cheering him up at all. Stupid air. Stupid steps. Stupid banana peel. Stupid cookies. Stupid hormones. At least he got away from the awkward situation with Nate… Oh no wait, he’d caught up.
“You okay, Wade?”
“M’kay, only a flesh wound, ol’ healing… I mean, uh, enchiladas!”
Nate pulled him up onto his feet, brushing dust off Wade’s shoulders as he let the babbling buffoon lean on him. Wade mildly considered how comfortable Nate was, and almost got lost in his arms, like some corny romance movie…
“Shouldn’t you have broken something?” asked Nate, “Or has your… healing factor dealt with it?”
“I, um, well, see, yeah.”
Whatever that meant.
“C’mon, let’s get you away from these witnesses…” said Nate worriedly, seriously concerned that Wade was acting stranger than usual.
“How’re you enjoying your first day of school?” asked Wade, letting Nate drag him off.
“Oh, you know, not too bad,” said Nate, a slight smirk appearing on his face, “I met you, didn’t I?”
Stupid slash fanfic.