The Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Saturday

[spring_lost]

Nathan... was already used to getting up really early in the morning in order to cater to the whims of a child. After four years with Jan, the concept of this particular weekend was about as frightening as the idea of getting into a fistfight with a cow

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[mouthy_merc]

While Deadpool was busy encouraging Jan to color Barbie in with all red as they waited for food. Because he was an amazing parent like that. "See, and now Barbie looks less like a corporate stooge, only here to give you a poor self image as you grow up."

A beat.

"Wait, I was thinking about Emma Frost, not Barbie. My bad."

[spring_lost]

"Wade? You want one egg or two?" Nate called from the kitchen.

Domeeeestic.

[mouthy_merc]

"Three," he corrected. Like a boss. "And a croissant."

Which they did not have.

[thefuturesucks]

Nate would have answered. He really would.

But there was a sudden, terrible, blinding flash of light.

Then there was a sudden, terrible, eardrum-piercing blast of noise.

And then there was a sudden, terrible, awfully-sullen looking boy standing in the middle of the kitchen.

Looking sullen.

[spring_lost]

Nate pursed his lips.

"I don't think we have enough eggs," he said.

[mouthy_merc]

"Well, that's a new one," Deadpool admitted, plucking Jan up out of her chair to place her behind him. You know. Just in case the sullen, teleporting kid wasn't there for breakfast. "Is this where we have to replace the kitchen again? Because I just got the window treatments to how I like them!"

[thefuturesucks]

The sullen, teleporting kid shot Deadpool a foul glare. "Silence," he grumbled, stomping towards the dinner table and... pulling up a chair. "I will kick the ass of whoever sent me here."

[mouthy_merc]

Jan waved from behind him, cheerful as one can be. "Awww, that's so cute. We have a teenager! Why do we have a teenager?"

[spring_lost]

"I don't know," said Nate, who flipped some eggs onto a plate. "Ask him."

[thefuturesucks]

"It is me," the kid said. "Brooker of Clan Askani."

Beat.

"I want an egg."

[mouthy_merc]

"...weren't you tiny last time? And so, so angry."

A beat.

"Well, more adorably angry."

[thefuturesucks]

"I am not angry," Brooker told him. Pointedly.

Really proving his point-edly. "I just wasn't planning to be here."

[mouthy_merc]

"And now you are." A beat. "Wait, does this mean we have to hunt this kid down soon?"

Damn it, timelines!

[spring_lost]

"Likely not for another year or two," Nate commented, wandering towards the table with a plate full of eggs.

He dropped one on the plate in front of Brooker.

[thefuturesucks]

"No one needs to hunt me down," Brooker said, grasping his knife. "I would stop you."

[mouthy_merc]

"With your prepubescent rage?" Wade suggested, letting Jan sit on his lap to stare at the newcomer.