||[Apr. 24th, 2007|12:56 am]
Cable x Deadpool
Thought I'd post the three 100 word drabbles I've done for marvel_100
“Blow my mind! If it isn’t Nathan Dayspring Askani’Son Summers Cable Soldier X!”
Looking mighty fine too, he wouldn’t add, so he just spouted an insult suggestive of gender confusion. Maybe it was a sign he needed to get laid when he started to drool over any ripped psychic with techno-organic body parts. Wade began to wonder just how much of Cable was techno-organic.
Nate’s voice was serious as he said, “Cable is fine.”
Hell yes, he was, Wade agreed. When he asked if it was going to be a testosterone thing, he hadn’t been thinking of fighting for once.
The explosion echoed throughout the island haven Providence. Upon hearing it, Nate had said ‘Bodyslide by one’ and gone straight to Wade’s side. As expected, he’d found the source of the problem immediately. He didn’t get angry, Wade hadn’t blown the reactor. The citizens weren’t in danger.
Deadpool dragged his gaze from the burning building and grinned at his boyfriend. “Fireworks. Got bored.”
“If you wanted me to be home from the meeting on time, you could have called.”
“Nah, I prefer the boom noise of an explosion to your dorky ringtone.”
“The Doctor Who theme isn’t dorky.”
“Yeah, he’s on my sofa.”
Who was on the sofa? Wade turned to look, but lost his balance and ended up laying on the floor. But from here he could see nobody was on the sofa, he’d been all on his own there. So who was Weasel lying to on the phone?
“Correction: He’s on my floor. Just thought I’d call since he’s a bit wasted. Keeps rambling about you. You guys have an argument?”
Then Nate was there. Strong shiny arm. He looks amused.
“It’s nice to know I’m worth the money it takes to get you drunk.”