"I don't think you understand the level of fucked up this guy is. He's like Jack Nicholson, 'Here's Johnny', screwed up, Webs. Like John Kramer, Jigsaw Killer, manipulate you into sawing off your own fucking foot fucked up. He deserves worse than a prison cell." There were some people that just deserved to die and if Wade had to shoulder that burden, he would gladly do it. With a smile on his face even.
"I'm not asking you to kill." Because Wade wanted to be the one to put the bullet in Francis' head anyway. "Superbro team up! I can't wait. Hold on." He took out a package of post-its and a pen from one of his pouches. Yes, he carried post-its. Wade scribbled an address onto the paper and held it out to the other man. "Meet me here tomorrow at eight. I'll wear the fancy dress, you bring the wine. See ya later, snookums!"
Yay! Spidey was actual going to help him. He felt like he was on the right path. As soon as Francis was taken care of, he was going to find Peter. Whatever it took. Deadpool skipped off to the edge of the building, gave Spiderman a two finger and leapt off. There may have been a crunching noise when he hit the ground, but it was just a fracture. It'd be fixed in minutes.
That night he fell asleep wondering why he got butterflies when Spiderman was close and how the other man looked underneath the mask. But still his thumb brushed over the mangled script on his wrist.
Deadpool showed up outside the warehouse, blending into the shadows of the alley. All that Deadpool knew was that this was where a lot of the supplies needed to make the serum was coming from and there was a guy pretty high up on the Weapon X program train overseeing stuff. He wanted to interrogate that man.
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"I'm not asking you to kill." Because Wade wanted to be the one to put the bullet in Francis' head anyway. "Superbro team up! I can't wait. Hold on." He took out a package of post-its and a pen from one of his pouches. Yes, he carried post-its. Wade scribbled an address onto the paper and held it out to the other man. "Meet me here tomorrow at eight. I'll wear the fancy dress, you bring the wine. See ya later, snookums!"
Yay! Spidey was actual going to help him. He felt like he was on the right path. As soon as Francis was taken care of, he was going to find Peter. Whatever it took. Deadpool skipped off to the edge of the building, gave Spiderman a two finger and leapt off. There may have been a crunching noise when he hit the ground, but it was just a fracture. It'd be fixed in minutes.
That night he fell asleep wondering why he got butterflies when Spiderman was close and how the other man looked underneath the mask. But still his thumb brushed over the mangled script on his wrist.
Deadpool showed up outside the warehouse, blending into the shadows of the alley. All that Deadpool knew was that this was where a lot of the supplies needed to make the serum was coming from and there was a guy pretty high up on the Weapon X program train overseeing stuff. He wanted to interrogate that man.