"Of course," Evelyn agreed, still mentally reeling a little. "Are you still teaching Driver's Ed? Has anyone destroyed your car again, since the last time?"
Evelyn gave him a startled look. "I assumed you'd be twenty years older underneath that mask. Is it *not* 2027, or the equivalent? I'm arriving from 1936, it's not as if I would know the difference."
"Good lord. Is there a younger version of me wandering around here?" Evelyn asked, startled. "I can't have run into her. Me. Or I'd remember. I think." She frowned. "Bloody stupid time travel. I can't even talk about it without wanting to resort to Arabic and equations. And I'd forgotten that healing factor, if I ever knew it. Goodness."
Deadpool gave her a ressuring pat on the shoulder. "I'm sure it's just some strangeness with the island." A beat. "Unless you're here to prevent the apocalypse. Are you?"
"I did that last year," Evelyn said with a straight face. "I even died, though that was just stupidity and not blocking fast enough. As far as I know, there isn't one here. And if there is, I shall be at the bar. Someone else can do it this time."
Then stopped dead, staring.
They couldn't have hired another spandex-clad maniac to teach Driver's Ed and feminism... could they?
Ack.
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Yup. Same guy.
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Tact still deserts her, on occasion.
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