A Monumentally Bad Idea [Closed]
Characters: Wade "Deadpool" Wilson and Jennifer Walters
Time: Evening, after the odd power surges
Location: Apartment near the Blackstone.
Content: This particular version of Deadpool is handsome. And charming. And inevitably doomed. Obviously he's just Jennifer's type.
Formats: Prose
Warnings: There's something overruling the three date minimum when imminent doom is unavoidable, right? So maybe nookie?
This was a monumentally bad idea.
Jennifer looked through the few items she had been able to find after she vacated the Blackstone, love-in-idleness still in one of her suit pockets. None of them were really all that come hither. Most of that stuff she had gotten rid of after Neal had turned into Belias anyway. Instead she just had some normal clothing and her suit, the pilar she had kept hidden now. She decided on a black sweater and jeans, not having any intention of giving Wade the wrong idea. It was simple curiosity that had allowed her to give him her address. She had not known him before his insanity-inducing change.
Hair hanging down her back, glasses on her nose, she made sure she smelled only faintly of her own perfume as she limped a little leaving the bedroom, the wound in her back having not really healed more than the internal tissues and some scarring over her kidney. Perhaps it had something to do with how Wade was changed too. Massaging away the threat of a headache from her temples, she puttered around in the kitchen that was not her own, missing the sound of Albatross the sparrow singing. The bitch had killed the little bird in her attack on the Blackstone.
When the knock came to her door, she opened it, banishing the thoughts of loss from her mind as she attempted a smile. "Hi. Come on in."