( kudos to the mask for saving what's left of his dignity as good as a duct tape fix-all. peter's quiet, mouth agape, staring (shocked stupid) and wordless gets neatly concealed from view. then his brain catches up and he turns his cheek, feels the clockwork survival instincts kick in: the eyeroll, the casual scoff, the practiced disbelieving mm because deadpool is nothing but a man that loves to hear himself talk and inevitably, without fail, picks the most attention-grabbing language in his arsenal.
sure, it can be real annoying, exhausting even, when peter thinks they're having a heavy conversation for once and then all of a sudden, it's a joke again or heavily insinuated filth. what it also is, is safe from a carefully detached distance.
is it, though? detached? how disinterested can a guy be if he knows what to expect and he puts himself close to that? it's not always wade finding him. see, the thing about operating in the responsibility corner means he can assume he's trying to do the right thing, it doesn't leave a lot of room for questioning his other motives. granted, spring boarding off of a car you've just been tossed into also doesn't allow for much introspection, either. the point is that even flabbergasted or red in the face from mild irritation (surely), he never turns the judgment inward and asks himself why. if he's so bothered, why is he smiling?
the tingle down his spine, the hair standing up on his arms tells him what's coming before those katanas come out.
he's up and diving before wade's started to descend, perpetually aware of the man's tendency to freefall. just because he can't die doesn't mean he should continuously test the bounds of regeneration, not that reminding him does anything. )
Do me a favor! Try not to die before we get there. You'll be doing all their work for them.
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sure, it can be real annoying, exhausting even, when peter thinks they're having a heavy conversation for once and then all of a sudden, it's a joke again or heavily insinuated filth. what it also is, is safe from a carefully detached distance.
is it, though? detached? how disinterested can a guy be if he knows what to expect and he puts himself close to that? it's not always wade finding him. see, the thing about operating in the responsibility corner means he can assume he's trying to do the right thing, it doesn't leave a lot of room for questioning his other motives. granted, spring boarding off of a car you've just been tossed into also doesn't allow for much introspection, either. the point is that even flabbergasted or red in the face from mild irritation (surely), he never turns the judgment inward and asks himself why. if he's so bothered, why is he smiling?
the tingle down his spine, the hair standing up on his arms tells him what's coming before those katanas come out.
he's up and diving before wade's started to descend, perpetually aware of the man's tendency to freefall. just because he can't die doesn't mean he should continuously test the bounds of regeneration, not that reminding him does anything. )
Do me a favor! Try not to die before we get there. You'll be doing all their work for them.