"I'm not trying, Spidey. It just happens." He brushed the glass off, barely feeling it as he hopped up off the floor. The bond wasn't that strong right now, so he genuinely assumed it was something his soulmate wouldn't even notice. Especially not after all the other bullshit they had been through. Deadpool was like the bull in the china shop that is life.
"Does that mean I'm Martin Riggs and you're Roger Murtaugh?" Deadpool walked up to the Hulk Hogan goon, pulling a crumpled piece of paper with a crudely drawn image on it. It was of Deadpool and a bald-headed man with big x's over his eyes. "Have you seen this man?" he asked dramatically.
The goon just looked up at him with a weird look on his face. "How the fuck can I tell who someone is by a four year old's drawing?"
Deadpool flicked him right on the tip of the nose. "Bad dog. Where's Francis?"
The guy flinched. "...Who?"
"Ajax, you twat waffle!" Deadpool was starting to get pissed. "I know that you know where he is. Don't lie." He reached for his knife, pointing it at the other man as he grinned behind his mask. "Now be a good boy and tell me where he is, Thunder Lips."
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"Does that mean I'm Martin Riggs and you're Roger Murtaugh?" Deadpool walked up to the Hulk Hogan goon, pulling a crumpled piece of paper with a crudely drawn image on it. It was of Deadpool and a bald-headed man with big x's over his eyes. "Have you seen this man?" he asked dramatically.
The goon just looked up at him with a weird look on his face. "How the fuck can I tell who someone is by a four year old's drawing?"
Deadpool flicked him right on the tip of the nose. "Bad dog. Where's Francis?"
The guy flinched. "...Who?"
"Ajax, you twat waffle!" Deadpool was starting to get pissed. "I know that you know where he is. Don't lie." He reached for his knife, pointing it at the other man as he grinned behind his mask. "Now be a good boy and tell me where he is, Thunder Lips."