|Fic: The Epic Cable and Deadpool Time Traveling Fic (Part II) (Cable/Deadpool) PG-13
||[May. 11th, 2009|09:17 pm]
Cable x Deadpool
FYI, this is Part II of this story. Part I of this fic is here.
Title: The Epic Cable and Deadpool Time Traveling Fic (Part II)
Characters: Cable & Deadpool
Rating: PG-13 (language)
Disclaimer: Marvel pwns us all. And Cable and Deadpool.
Notes: This fic brought to you by gestalt1 and thief_chili And by copious back-and-forth commenting.
Also, I know it's been, like, a decade since we posted Part I. SORRY. :)
The darkness is...strange. Wade's seen some pretty weird things, courtesy of his less than regular brain, so he's not too freaked out about the whole thing. Hell, he's gotten used to things like this happening when Nate's around. Honestly, he could swear the guy is nothing but a great big trouble magnet. Well, his arm is made of metal, so there's half a chance he really is magnetized towards the really fucking whacked out. It ain't one of his favorite parts about hangin' with the big mook.
The darkness contains impressions...of fire; of something apocalyptic; of fear. Maybe this is the end of the world he's seeing right here. Maybe the brat just caused the end of the world right now. From what Nate said, she seems to be some kinda mutant weapon. Or something. Hell, he doesn't know.
Then the darkness clears, to be replaced by Nate's baby-blues looking down at him with concern. Heh, pretty, Wade thinks fuzzily. It's a nice blue, that color. He blinks, and sits up again. "Remind me again why I came ta find you," he grouses. "And mind explaining that 'vision' Lil' Red here gave me?"
Nate sighs. "This might take awhile," he says. "See--"
Just then, the building shakes with some kind of giant explosion, and a look of mingled anger and panic (panic? Wade thinks. Nate doesn't panic...) flits over Nate's face.
"We gotta go," he says shortly, scooping up a nearby bag, the blankets on the table, his gun, and the little girl. "Sorry about this, Wade. Professor? Bodyslide by three."
Wade can see the door exploding inward as they fade away.
"This is some crazy shit you've gotten yourself into," Wade says when they've reached Safe House No. 2, or whatever this new place is. "I mean, hell, Nate, it's always gotta be you against the whole damn world, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, I know," Nate admits, carefully putting the kid down again. "I'm sorry about dragging you into this. We should be safe here though, for a while."
"Yeah..." Wade isn't particularly concerned about getting into some violent shit; after all, things had been getting pretty boring after the Skrulls had run away screaming, (All due to his awesomeness, of course.) and this...this just might be fun. But the whole baby/mutant/having visions thing is just a little bit more whacked out than he was expecting out of today when he woke up at half past eleven on the couch this morning. "An explanation for all this crazy crap would be nice."
"Well, first, tell me, what exactly did you see?" asks Nate, pulling a sippy-cup out of the bag he'd grabbed.
"I dunno. It was...dark, and there was fire, and fear, and maybe smoke?"
"Nothing clearer?" Nate looks at him closely.
"Nope. Pretty much smoke and fire and stuff." Wade says.
Nate thinks for a minute. "Did it look familiar at all?"
"Uhhh...I dunno, maybe? I mean, I've been in a few fires before, I guess."
"Huh." Nate was cradling the child again, supporting the sippy-cup she grasped in her chubby little hands. The tot wasn't paying much attention to Nate, though - she was watching Wade instead, her wide green eyes fixed on his masked face. "Well, I don't know if I can help you with that. Visions are a new one on me. She doesn't give me visions. But, well...from what I know, she is something special, all right."
Wade can't help but agree with this. That doesn't mean he thinks it's a good thing, but whatever, it's just more strange shit. He sees a lot of that in his line of work. This is stranger than normal, but he'll be damned if he lets some whacked-out mutant crazyness get the better of him!
"So why is everyone after the little rugrat anyway?" he asks. "And how come she gives me visions, but not you?"
Nate considers this, absent-mindedly rocking the kid gently as he thinks. "Well, it is kind of a long story," he replies. "And as to the vision thing, it seems her powers work differently depending on who she touches."
"Hey, I don't care if it's a long story," Wade grouses, just wanting all this exposition shit to be over and done with so he knows exactly where he stands. (I thought there as going to be porn in this fic, writer types! And instead you give me plot! Sell outs!)
Nate grins. "Yeah, but I'm tired, so the short version is: some people think this child is some kind of mutant anti-Christ." He holds up a hand as Wade is about to interrupt. "I, on the other hand, think that she is going to save the world from one of the greatest threats it's ever faced. The people who think she's evil? Want to kill her. The people who think she's amazing, like the X-Men...sent her into the future with me, so that she would be safe."
"They thought you were her best option?" Wade sounds skeptical.
"Pretty much her only option, when it came down to it. Anyway, I had to jump forward in time a lot just to get back to this time, with Bishop chasing after us the whole way, trying to blast holes in our heads--"
"Bishop? Going against the X-Men? OK, now I know I'm in some sort of alternate world. The next villain I see is going to have a big black 'stache, isn't he?"
"It's true." Nate says. "He tried to kill us. But we made it back here, and now we have something we have to do before she's finally safe. And Wade...it's something I'm not sure if I can do alone. So...I'm pretty glad to see you."
Wade grins under the mask. So maybe he's glad to see the big mook too. Doesn't mean he's going to admit it. "Well, you've come to the right person for help," he says. "I've been whuppin' Skrull butts for the whole of the Secret Invasion, so if I can't handle a coupla crazy mutant psychos, who can?" Well maybe he's boasting. So what? It's true. Anyway, it's nice to see Mr. I-Can-Save-The-World needing help.
Nate smiles at him. Wade is pointedly not thinking about any warm fuzzy feelings that smile may or may not be giving him. "Just like the old days," he says fondly.
"Yeah," Wade agrees. "But with less of that goddamn manipulation this time, thanks."
Nate stops smiling and sighs, looking chagrined. "Wade, have I said I'm sorry for all of that? I am, you know. Sometimes I'm wrong; I mean, I don't like to admit it, but it happens. It's like Domino told me once: I have these big ideas, and a lot of times, despite my best efforts...they go down in flames."
"Or in water!" Wade jokes.
Nate doesn't laugh; he seems to be gazing at something only he can see. "Or in water..." he says sadly, and suddenly, Wade feels kinda like an ass for opening his mouth.
"So, ok, what do you need my help on?" he asks, to distract Nate from whatever he's thinking.
"Oh, that." Nate's expression changes, and he actually looks a little excited now. "Well, we need to obtain...an item...from a private company. They've been developing it for the government, and it's the only thing I can think of to keep little Hope safe."
"Hope?" Wade asks, but just then there's a knock on the door.
"Who's that, the babysitter?" Wade asks, as Nate settles Hope(Hope? What kinda name is Hope?) down in a baby seat at the table before going to let whoever in.
"In a manner of speaking..." Nate replies.
"Hi Nate." The woman breezes into the room as if she owns the place. Hell, for all Wade knows, maybe she does. She's wearing jeans, work boots and a brown leather jacket. Blonde hair done up in a ponytail. Kinda cute looking, Wade thinks. He'd hit that.
"Who's your friend?" she asks, jerking a thumb in Wade's direction.
"Sophie, this is Wade Wilson, also known as Deadpool. Wade, this is my... um... wife."
Wade's eyes go wide. "Wait, wife?! Nate, what the hell?!"
"Listen," Nate says with an odd note of...almost...desperation in his voice, "I'll explain it on the way, ok? If...if you'll come with me for this?"
Wade eyes him suspiciously, glances over at the woman (who is watching them curiously as she picks Hope up off of the floor), then shrugs.
"Yeah, why not. I got some free time before the E! True Tales of Mary Kate and Ashley show comes on. But I've only got twelve grenades on me right now - you got some extras?"
Nate grins mischievously. "Only twelve?" he teases. "Well, I guess that'll have to do, 'cause I'm fresh out." His smile fades. "Give me a minute."
Deadpool wanders around the room as Nate walks over and says something quiet to Sophie. He makes like he's examining an Escher print on the wall (whoa, those stairs are whacked!) but out of the corner of his eye he watches them.
Sophie looks worried, and says something very quietly. Nate shakes his head, then takes her hand. Wade scowls a bit. All that Chinese food must have given him indigestion, 'cause right about now he's got an uncomfortable burning feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Nate had better have a damn good explanation for this latest piece of weird ass plotline. Wade wonders if he can blame the writers, and if the fourth wall breakage would extend far enough to slip a grenade through into their offices. Probably not though.
Nate turns and looks at him. The big mook looks kinda worried. Wade guesses it's about the rugrat. Maybe he doesn't want to leave her with the little wifey. Maybe he doesn't trust her after all. Not that he's jealous, or anything. Why would he be jealous?
"Ready to go then?" Wade asks, trying to look nonchalant.
Nate nods. "Look, I'll explain all of this later, okay? I's not that I meant to keep you in the dark or anything, but we did only just hook up again."
“Yeah, yeah, save it for the tabloids and let’s get adventurin’ already. My knives are gettin’ rusty over here.”
Nate pulls some sort of weird harness out of the bag and straps it on.
“What’s that for?” Deadpool asks.
“Hope, of course,” Nate replies calmly as he scoops her up and deposits her in the harness.
“What? We’re taking her with us??” Deadpool asks. “On a mission? Nate, that is SO not kosher.”
“Trust me, it’s necessary. And this job’s gonna need at least three of us if Bishop shows up, so...” Nate replies smoothly, and nods to Sophie. “You ready?”
Sophie picks up her gun from the table and nods, looking determined and a little scared.
“She’s coming too?” Deadpool splutters, “What is this, Barney’s Funtime Playhouse or somethin’? Nate, you can’t take babies and, and...civilians on missions!”
“What?” Nate opens his eyes wide in mock surprise. “Could it be possible that you’re actually concerned for these two?”
Deadpool rolls his eyes. “Shut it, you,” he growls. “I’m just concerned they’ll screw everything up, or get real dead, real fast, if blades and bullets start flying. And seeing as you’ve obviously been going to a lot of trouble to make that not happen, this is stupid.”
“Wade,” Nate says, “You know I’d never do anything stupid.” He grins mischievously. “Professor? Bodyslide by four.”
And they’re out of there.