Gift for manic_intent: Sliver Slippers
Title: Silver Slippers
Gift for: manic_intent
Rating: PG-13
Labels: None
Warnings: None
A/N: Sorry this is so late. Enjoy.
Summary: Wade believes in staying true to the source material.
Cable, otherwise known as Nathan Summers Dayspring, (and a bunch of other last names the good writers at Marvel had seen fit to give him, and who Wade preferred to call Nate or Priscilla), was currently glaring at Wade.
Or rather at what Wade was wearing. Wade was fairly certain that Nate was going to ask what he was wearing even though it was PERFECTLY OBVIOUS that he was wearing a very authentic --
"What are you wearing, Wade?" Nate asked, sitting down at the kitchen table in a way that Wade thought some hack fanfic writer would call 'heavily'.
Wade thought the fanfic writers should spend more time writing him naked with Nate, and less finding interesting ways to describe someone sitting down. But hey, he was just the comic book character, what did he know about the high art of making Rob Liefield cry. Now Peter David, there was an expert at it.
"Wade, Wade, Wade!"
"Huh?" Wade responded. "Were my yellow boxes not working again?"
Nate made a sound, that could have been frustration or just gas. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Now can we get back to the subject of what you are wearing?"
Wade glanced down at his outfit. "I know the sliver slippers might confuse the kids but they were sliver in the original book and just because Hollywood decided to change them doesn't mean -- "
Nate rubbed his temples, and Wade was pretty sure that was Nate's exasperated but fond, not his exasperated but disappointed look. (He wasn't fond of Nate's disappointed look, since it normally meant he wasn't getting sex and that he'd done something wrong again.) "Wade, why are you dressed up like Dorthy from the Wizard of Oz?" There was a beat. "And why the blond wig? Dorthy was a brunette."
Wade shook his head. "No, Judy Garland was, the original illustrations had Dorthy as a blond -- hey don't give me that look! I read! I read tons. Where do you think I got all those bedtime stories for Hope? Well the ones not about me being a awesome kickass merc, and yes I censored things for her young impressionable grew up in a post apocalyptic war zone mind."
"When were you telling Hope bedtime stories?" Nate demanded.
Wade rolled his eyes, which was sort of lost with his mask on and all - he'd forgotten to take it off when he put on the blonder wig. "Other than last night when you were off arguing with your dad and step-mom -- is Emma your step-mom yet? I keep losing track. Anyways, she wanted a story, and she does that big eyes thing and --"
"Let's just go back to the outfit," Nate said slowly.
Wade nodded. "Sure, what about it? I've got you one too, not a Dorthy one, you don't have the legs for a skirt. Hope wanted to be Glinda -- well she wanted to be the Wicked Witch but I told her you might have heart failure over that --"
Nate blinked once. Then twice. Then again until Wade wondered if Nate's eyelashes were sending him Morse code. "Backup. Why the costumes? And why you in a costume that will traumatize children that aren't Hope?"
"Tonight's Halloween," Wade explained as if talking to a very slow child, which sometimes Priscilla was. "And we're taking Hope trick or treating."
Nate shook his head. "No, we are not. I said we weren't three weeks ago when the topic came up. It's not safe, and there's still too much to do with re-establishing Providence -- "
Wade jabbed Nate's chest with his fingers. "Bullshit. It's safer than where she grew up and she wants to go. So I'm taking her. If you want to stay home, fine. Miss what's left of her childhood. Not to mention the chance to have sickeningly sweet pictures of her to show off to future boyfriends - assuming she doesn't grow up to be your mother -- and we won't share any of our candy with you -- "
"She really wants to go?" Nate asked quietly. He was doing that broody thing again, and while hot, it could get annoying at times. But hey Wade sorta loved the guy so he put up with it.
"I think she mostly wants the candy," Wade admitted. "And to see if we can get you to wear the Cowardly Lion costume."
Nate threw his hands up in defeat. "Alright, I'll go, I'll go. But we come home at nine or earlier if she gets tired. And she doesn't get to eat all the candy tonight - and neither do you. Deal?"
Wade grinned and kissed Nate. "Deal."
Gift for: manic_intent
Rating: PG-13
Labels: None
Warnings: None
A/N: Sorry this is so late. Enjoy.
Summary: Wade believes in staying true to the source material.
Cable, otherwise known as Nathan Summers Dayspring, (and a bunch of other last names the good writers at Marvel had seen fit to give him, and who Wade preferred to call Nate or Priscilla), was currently glaring at Wade.
Or rather at what Wade was wearing. Wade was fairly certain that Nate was going to ask what he was wearing even though it was PERFECTLY OBVIOUS that he was wearing a very authentic --
"What are you wearing, Wade?" Nate asked, sitting down at the kitchen table in a way that Wade thought some hack fanfic writer would call 'heavily'.
Wade thought the fanfic writers should spend more time writing him naked with Nate, and less finding interesting ways to describe someone sitting down. But hey, he was just the comic book character, what did he know about the high art of making Rob Liefield cry. Now Peter David, there was an expert at it.
"Wade, Wade, Wade!"
"Huh?" Wade responded. "Were my yellow boxes not working again?"
Nate made a sound, that could have been frustration or just gas. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Now can we get back to the subject of what you are wearing?"
Wade glanced down at his outfit. "I know the sliver slippers might confuse the kids but they were sliver in the original book and just because Hollywood decided to change them doesn't mean -- "
Nate rubbed his temples, and Wade was pretty sure that was Nate's exasperated but fond, not his exasperated but disappointed look. (He wasn't fond of Nate's disappointed look, since it normally meant he wasn't getting sex and that he'd done something wrong again.) "Wade, why are you dressed up like Dorthy from the Wizard of Oz?" There was a beat. "And why the blond wig? Dorthy was a brunette."
Wade shook his head. "No, Judy Garland was, the original illustrations had Dorthy as a blond -- hey don't give me that look! I read! I read tons. Where do you think I got all those bedtime stories for Hope? Well the ones not about me being a awesome kickass merc, and yes I censored things for her young impressionable grew up in a post apocalyptic war zone mind."
"When were you telling Hope bedtime stories?" Nate demanded.
Wade rolled his eyes, which was sort of lost with his mask on and all - he'd forgotten to take it off when he put on the blonder wig. "Other than last night when you were off arguing with your dad and step-mom -- is Emma your step-mom yet? I keep losing track. Anyways, she wanted a story, and she does that big eyes thing and --"
"Let's just go back to the outfit," Nate said slowly.
Wade nodded. "Sure, what about it? I've got you one too, not a Dorthy one, you don't have the legs for a skirt. Hope wanted to be Glinda -- well she wanted to be the Wicked Witch but I told her you might have heart failure over that --"
Nate blinked once. Then twice. Then again until Wade wondered if Nate's eyelashes were sending him Morse code. "Backup. Why the costumes? And why you in a costume that will traumatize children that aren't Hope?"
"Tonight's Halloween," Wade explained as if talking to a very slow child, which sometimes Priscilla was. "And we're taking Hope trick or treating."
Nate shook his head. "No, we are not. I said we weren't three weeks ago when the topic came up. It's not safe, and there's still too much to do with re-establishing Providence -- "
Wade jabbed Nate's chest with his fingers. "Bullshit. It's safer than where she grew up and she wants to go. So I'm taking her. If you want to stay home, fine. Miss what's left of her childhood. Not to mention the chance to have sickeningly sweet pictures of her to show off to future boyfriends - assuming she doesn't grow up to be your mother -- and we won't share any of our candy with you -- "
"She really wants to go?" Nate asked quietly. He was doing that broody thing again, and while hot, it could get annoying at times. But hey Wade sorta loved the guy so he put up with it.
"I think she mostly wants the candy," Wade admitted. "And to see if we can get you to wear the Cowardly Lion costume."
Nate threw his hands up in defeat. "Alright, I'll go, I'll go. But we come home at nine or earlier if she gets tired. And she doesn't get to eat all the candy tonight - and neither do you. Deal?"
Wade grinned and kissed Nate. "Deal."