|Marvel High, the Third Chapter
||[Apr. 5th, 2007|08:59 am]
Cable x Deadpool
|||||Anything you can do||]|
Chapter 3 of the fic I started here and here.
Alternate Universe, Wade (Deadpool) and Nate (Cable) slash. With a little Weasel thrown in. PG, so far...
And before I start, I'd like to thank you all for the kind comments. I really appreciate them. And I'm sorry for only hinting at things so far.
“Very good, mister Dayspring,” said Mr.Rogers “That was a very impressive jump.”
Nate rolled off the mat and onto the grass. Wade peered around the line as he tried to see how high Nate jumped. Anything Nate could do he could do better. Wade wasn’t entirely sure why he wanted to show how aerobatic he could be to Nate, but he figured a little showin’ off and gloating would be fun.
“Anything you can do, I can do better,” sung Wade as the next person (Scott Summers) started his jump.
“Excellent Mr. Summers,” cried Mr. Rogers, “Next!”
“I can do anything better than you…” Wade sung, as Jean-Paul took his turn.
“This really works better as a duet…” he muttered.
“Maybe I should get Weasel and we can go all Timon and Pumbaa…”
“Sphincter says what?”
Mr. Rogers looked sternly at him with those blue eyes of his. Only people with bluer eyes would probably be hobbits. Oh, it was his turn. Right.
He started running. Jumping through the air, Wade flipped easily and landed swiftly on his feet a meter farther than the mat ended.
“Thank you for showing off, Mr. Wilson,” said Mr. Rogers, before shouting, “Next!”
“Like stealing candy from a baby. Oh, unless you count Mr. and Mrs. Richards’ kid. Man that boy can bite. Like trying to tickle Bunnicula. I like that name. Bunnicula. Bunniii-cuuuulaaaa.”
“Impressive,” said Nate.
“Like the governor of California’s chest—oh wait, were you talking about me?” asked Wade, pulling his eyes off of Nate’s chest.
Nate raised an eyebrow and said, “I can’t quite figure you out, Wade.”
“Me?” said Wade, “I’m easy. Obsession over Bea Arthur, killer moves, and a few one-liners.”
Nate chuckled, a sort of know-it-all chuckle that made you want to punch him in the face. Ten times.
Wade turned around to see Weasel darting across the field, avoiding track and field obstacles and couples making out on the field while Mr. Rogers wasn’t looking.
“Man, almost makes you want to call them Pwen or Geter or something,” muttered Weasel as he arrived.
“Weas!” cried Wade, “Whatcha doin’? Don’t you have a class or something?”
“I have a spare, you idiot, I told you that,” said Weasel.
If Wade was a more perceptive person he might have noticed the tension in the air. Nate just watched with a bemused smirk on his face, but it was that same smirk that caused Weasel to skip out on researching lesbians in the library to check out a suspicion of his. But Wade didn’t know that. Or notice that when Weasel opened his mouth to retort, Nate inched closer to Wade.
“Yeah, well you probably have other people on your mind,” said Weasel with a meaningful look at Nate.
Nate raised an eyebrow and said, “You seem to have a good take on Wade here.”
“I have known him for more than a day,” said Weasel.
“Relax, will you? I…”
“Mister Dayspring, you’re up again!” shouted Mr. Rogers.
Nate glanced at Wade and trotted off to go high jump again. Weasel pushed his glasses up higher on his nose and watched him go. Meanwhile, Wade reflected on how it was a good thing he couldn’t hear the narrator. That and thinking about the Olsen twins meant that he missed the entire thing.
On the other side of the high jump, Jean-Paul turned to his new friend Bobby Drake and said, “Some people have all the luck.”
Bobby didn’t get it.