Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Saturday

[spring_lost]

Vikings showed up outside the store periodically, but Cable had long since started to ignore them. Time travel was nothing particularly novel to him. If anything, right now, it was a pain in the ass -- they were just in luck the device below hadn't gotten damaged again in transit

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[mouthy_merc]

"Awww, her instinct to attack is so strong," Deadpool cooed as the dog hid behind him.

[spring_lost]

"She needs to learn restraint if she's going to use it tactically," Nate commented conversationally, putting down a box of .45 ammo.

[mouthy_merc]

"Says Nate 'My Secondary Mutation Is Big Guns' Summers."

[spring_lost]

"I don't shoot everyone," Nate said. "You never get those stains out of the carpet..."

[mouthy_merc]

"You're right," Wade agreed. "Sometimes you blow up their brains."

[spring_lost]

"Brain matter is easier to scrub."

He put down another box of ammo.

[mouthy_merc]

"Is not!"

[spring_lost]

"It doesn't soak in the way blood does," Nate pointed out, glancing up. "Thanks for murdering the metaphor, by the way..."

[mouthy_merc]

"Metaphor? You literally blew out my brains once!"

[spring_lost]

"Joke, metaphor," Nate continued, doggedly. "Either way, she'll need to learn how to channel those urges before she starts beating on strangers."

Beat. "Unarmed, unthreatening strangers."

It was better to clarify, with their world.

[mouthy_merc]

"Maybe we could spritz her in the face with a spray bottle when she does that?" A beat. "Or is that just for cats?"

[spring_lost]

"And teenagers." Another beat. "How's class?"

[mouthy_merc]

"She put stickers on people, so I think she's enjoying it." A beat. "And used the 'd' word again."

Deadpool didn't approve.

[spring_lost]

That... was enough to make Nate pause. "...The 'd' word?"

[mouthy_merc]

"Dad."

[spring_lost]

"You're one of the only two father figures she has," Nate pointed out, after another moment. "It makes sense."