||[Apr. 26th, 2009|02:43 pm]
Cable x Deadpool
Someone said Someone needs to write a "Cable comforts Wade, Fic."
It's not terribly slashy, but it's a little something.
Cable was never sure what to expect when he walked into the room he had set aside for Wade. The Merc with a Mouth sitting sullenly on the floor was beyond the realms of his imagination, but that was exactly what he found.
Wade glanced up at him and back down at the floor without a word. It was unsettling. Nathan felt the need to fill the silence. He wandered further into the room awkwardly. “You know, of all the places I expected the stolen funds to go, PETA and the Art Attack Foundation weren’t at the top of the list.”
Wade didn’t meet his gaze. Nathan felt unsure in this new situation. A silent Deadpool was a frightening Deadpool. “Didn’t know you were so charitable,” he tried again.
“No funeral plans,” Wade said in a non-sequitur. “But the family appreciate donations to the Art Attack Foundation and PETA.”
“What family?” Nathan asked, perplexed. “Who have you killed?”
Deadpool was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Nathan’s t-shirt collar. “I didn’t kill her!” he snapped. “I would never hurt Bea!”
“Bea?” Nathan echoed. His mind quickly backtracked through Deadpool-speak of the past few months. “You mean Bea Arthur? The actress?”
Wade nodded, somehow managing to look miserable even behind the mask. Then he went and sat back down on the floor. Unnervingly quiet again.
Cable did a quick scan of the Infonet and found the story splashed across the news networks. “Oh Wade,” he sighed. Then he went and sat down next to the mourning mercenary. Put a comforting arm around his strong shoulders.
“Stupid cancer,” Wade muttered, scratching at his rotting skin. “I thought that maybe if I’d known I could have somehow got her a version of the healing factor, y’know? So she’d live and stuff. But then I figured she’d end up like me with the scars and the crazy and she wouldn’t wanna live like that. Not Bea. She had style.” Wade turned to him. “Wanna watch a Golden Girls marathon with me? We can make a drinking game out of it and toast to my girl’s memory.”
Nathan was in the process of nodding when he got an alert from Gareb. Something required his personal attention again.
Wade saw the brief look away into the distance and sighed, knowing what it meant. “Doesn’t matter. I’ll watch them on my own. Least you got me this big shiny tv.”
’Gareb, I’m afraid I have a more important matter to attend to,’ Cable broadcast to him. ’Deal with it as best as you can until I arrive.’
“It’s fine,” he told Wade. “I was just being updated on something. Set up the show, I’ll get the drinks.”
A guy had to have his priorities, after all. That evening Nathan’s priorities were to be educated about Bea Arthur’s talent and to make sure Wade didn’t take his loss out on the inhabitants of Providence.
If that meant drinking with him and pulling him close whenever Bea Arthur said something cool on-screen, then so be it.