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Back baby, it's Marvel High, chapter Nine! [Jan. 13th, 2008|08:24 pm]
Cable x Deadpool


[mood |cheerfulcheerful]
[music |I will survive]

And now you're back... from outer space, you just walked in and -- sorry. Yes, this fic is still going. If only because I really don't want to leave it unfinished. My apologies for leaving it this long, but at least it's not as bad as my webcomics.

Chapter nine. Characters in this chapter: Wade Wilson , Weasel, Nate, Bob, and some others. Alternate universe, don't hold it against it. Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8. Slash, obviously.

On to the chapter!

Weasel slammed his fist into the locker, startling a very young pair of freshmen who just happened to be walking by, and Bob, who shifted uncomfortably.

"Ow, ow, cripes that hurt!" cried Weasel, rubbing his now sore hand and sniffing, looking quite pathetic with his glasses askew.

"Uh, Weasel, you okay?" asked Bob, wondering why he was hanging out with this guy instead of the HYDRA club.

The glare Weasel sent him froze him in his tracks, but was surprisingly followed by a rather heartfelt sigh as the angry youth said, "It's the new guy. Nate."

"He seems pretty nice," said Bob, thinking back to when he saw him the day before.

"HE'S NOT NICE!" shouted Weasel, close to tears.

The freshmen who had almost reached the end of the hall, jumped and fled. They scrambled down the stairs, straight into Wade Wilson, who was heading up them.

"Argh, I'm being attacked by cute freshmen!"

Nate, who was still walking with Wade, snapped out of his funk and pulled the two girls off Wade. He raised his eyebrow and they immediately started stammering explanations and apologies. Wade sat up, watching the little duckies fly circles around his head. Most of their jimmer-jammer floated right over his head, but one word struck him.

"Weasel?" he asked the two girls, "Why was he shouting?"

"How would I know?" snapped the braver of the two girls, "Laurie and I were just walking down the hall when he suddenly strikes the locker. The other guy asks 'Weasel, you okay?', and then they talk, when all of a sudden he shouts! The jerk!"

"Sofia, we have to get to class," said the shy blonde girl, a strange scent flowing off her.

Not only was Sofia suddenly worried, but so were Nate and Wade.

"I feel a disturbance in the force," said Wade, "as if a rather amusing fanfic started to take an angsty turn..."

Nate said nothing, but started to walk up the stairs again, not listening as Wade started to go over every possible explanation for Weasel's sudden behavior change, including, but not limited to, skrulls, emoboys with superpunches, scarlet witches, clones, mind control, retcons, sudden emotional trauma, and bad cheese.

Suddenly, the bell rang.

"We really should be getting to class now," said Nate, "What do you have first?"

"History than a spare, than enchilada time," replied Wade, smacking his lips in anticipation, "You?"

"Math and a spare," stated Nate before asking, "Enchilada time is Wade for 'lunch', right?"

"You got me," snickered Wade, "You did good for somebody I met yesterday. Or would that be ten months, including ridiculously long writer delays?"

"Nate!" came a voice, female and fiery, "Do you have English next?"

Wade felt uncomfortable as Jean Grey and her accessory, Scott Summers, came up to the pair, Jean Grey smiling and tossing her red hair, her eyes seeking Nate and conveniently slipping right past Wade as if he wasn't there. Nate smiled at them and replied in the affirmative.

"Do you have the textbook? We're studying statistics this week."

'I'll turn you into a statistic' grumbled Wade in his thoughts.

"No, but Mr. Xavier told me yesterday that all the teachers would lend me a copy of the textbooks..."

They started small-talking, as Nate and Jean Gray started to head towards Math class, and Wade watched them go frowning, as did Scott, who did not seem pleased either. Wade was about to skulk off frowning when Nate turned and waved.

"Meet you in the library, okay, Wade?"

"Neato!" cried Wade.

Jean Gray said something that sounded suspiciously insulting, but Wade didn't quite catch it. Stupid redheaded bombshell. She'd be less happy if she knew who Nate was related to, the incesty twit. Her and her stuffy tall boyfriend too. Nate didn't belong with them. He was different. He understood what he meant by 'enchilada time', not to mention the lean muscled upper body...

"Wade, are you going to history class or not?" asked Scott, before running off.

"Argh, I'm late! Curse you, inner monologue! Curse you!"

Several eyewitnesses stared, including a certain student named Bob.

[User Picture]From: wachey
2008-01-14 03:44 am (UTC)
Lol!! Finally you update!
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[User Picture]From: sarkywoman
2008-01-14 04:29 pm (UTC)
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[User Picture]From: turtlestar
2008-01-15 06:24 pm (UTC)
Yay update!

Yay Bob, agent member of Hydra [club]!
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-01-15 11:58 pm (UTC)
I kneel at your awesomeness! This is great XD
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