Summer Camp AU: Black Eyes & Mud Wrestling
I should be working on Honeysuckle, but instead I end up writing this. afjahdskjfhasdkjfhadks
Scenes from the Summer Camp AU, where Wade and Nate meet at summer camp, go from roommates to friends to lovers fast enough to give a viewer whiplash, wave goodbye expecting to be emo and dramatic at the separation, only for Scott Summers to move himself and his son across country for work … and plot convenience! enroll his son in the same high school as Wade. Welcome to Marvel High School, home of the Famous Fighting Avengers!
Series: Summer Camp AU (High School AU)
Notes: No one has any powers
Pairings: Nathan Summers/Wade Wilson, the unholy love diamond centered on Scott Summers that includes Madelyn Pryor, Jean Grey, and Emma Frost.
Scene Summary: Black Eyes: The first time Nate sees Wade with a black eye, he makes a public spectacle of it. Mud Wrestling: Scott Summers and his romantic troubles accidentally trips two sets of defensive reflexes, his son's friend's and his son's.
When Wade Wilson looked like he had gotten into a fight and lost it, he was usually a hair trigger away from getting into another fight.
Any comment upon the latest black eye, busted lip, or broken nose ended up in a knock down drag out fights where all parties were suspended. Such worthies as Flash Thompson, Lester Banes, and even Bucky Barnes had learned this lesson the painfully hard way. Wade wasn't entirely sexist about it either. He might not punch a girl for bringing it up, but he had shoved more than one of them rather brutally into the lockers or knocked them over ... only to get suspended again. The rest of the student body now parted around Wade when the warning lights were in effect: red hoodie, head down, hood determinedly up, headphones in place, ignoring the fuck out of them. A quiet Wade was a mean Wade.
A teacher who brought it up was told the most blatant of ridiculous lies. Ninjas, flying watermelons, vicious squirrels, draculas, gang warfare, the list was ridiculous and only grew more fantastical with every rendition. They all could guess where the injuries were coming from, but they couldn't prove it and any implication as to the real source of the damage had Wade denying it loudly and at the top of his lungs. So they left him alone to pretend to sleep at his desk on those days except for the occasional pitying look.
Two or three days after that, Weasel or Bob would show up from the hole they had been hiding in to avoid Tropical Depression Wilson, and start talking to him at lunch again. Or rather, they would talk over him until they annoyed him so much that he started talking back. A talking Wade was a nice Wade.
That was the pattern ... until Nathan Summers transferred to Marvel High in their sophomore year.
"What happened to your eye?!" Nathan asked, openly outraged, voice so loud that it cut through the early morning hallway murmur like a hot knife through butter. Heads turned to watch the drama -- hopefully another fight? -- unfold.
"Hi, Nate, it's so good to see you on this fine morning! Have you had your coffee yet?" Wade said with false brightness, tension hardening every limb, "It'll help stunt that abnormal growth spurt you're been having -- hey, let go of me! I've cut people for less insult than this!"
Nathan growled in reply as he shoved the hood off his friend's blond hair, grabbing his head when Wade tried to twist away from him, "Hold still! Who did this to you?!"
"You see, I ran into this ninja -- "
"There wasn't any ninja," Nathan snapped, but Wade just talked louder and right over him, " -- and he said, do you wanna have a knife fight -- "Wade was refusing to meet his eyes. They just stared determinedly over his shoulder no matter how much he tried to meet them.
" -- and I was like bring it bitch we're gonna have a knife fight -- "
Wade's whole left eye was just a bruise, mottled and dark from the cheek to the ridge of his eyebrow, the white of his eye bloodshot and red. Those were Nathan's pretty blue eyes and Nathan's smiling face, thank you very much, because Wade was his and he was going to find out who did this and make them regret ever laying a single finger on Wade so help him he would murder that son of a bitch. Nathan was grinding his teeth, he was so utterly infuriated.
" -- and then he's all hiyah! and I'm like argh me hearty! -- "
Wade was fine yesterday, when he had split from Nathan to run up the steps to his house ... to ... his ... house ... oh. Oh. Oh. The rage abruptly fizzled out into something more sick and unhappy. Oh.
" -- and then he cheated and punched me right in the face! -- "
Nathan traced the border of the damage with gentle fingers, thumb running lightly along the ridge of his eye.
" -- Can you believe that, Nate? Right in my one good eye, the fucker! So I was all, bro, you're gonna go down -- "
"Next time you need to duck, Wade," Nathan said abruptly, still stroking a thumb along the soft line of Wade's eyebrow.
Wade's story stuttered to a surprised halt, "What?"
"Duck. You need to learn to duck."
"You can't duck a ninja, Nate, they're ninjas," and now, finally, finally, Wade was meeting his eyes again and Nathan hated it, because he didn't like how ashamed they were. Now Nathan had caught on to the code, that ninja was just another word for dad. "Besides, only wusses duck when a ninja is punching them. Real men take it on the chin."
Nate could get that, that Wade couldn't fight back for whatever reason, couldn't avoid ... but ... "Do real men run away from ninjas? Flee into the night?"
Wade squinted at him, "Sounds suspiciously like cowardice to me."
"It's a ninja. Ninjas are more impossibly badass than you'll ever be."
Wade was silent for a long moment. Nathan held his breath. "Maybe," he admitted grudgingly, "I could flee from a ninja."
"Oh, good," Nathan breathed again, "I'll hide you on my island. We'll watch Bruce Lee movies and have popcorn."
"Yeah, okay, that sounds cool," The tension eased out of Wade as he reached back to tug at his hoodie and Nathan let go of him so he could cover up again, "But it should be John Wayne movies. Cowboys are the holy water of ninjas."
"I thought it was aliens," Nathan turned to glare at the crowd that was looking very disappointed that there wasn't going to be a fight.
"That was a terrible movie. I'm never watching it again." Wade didn't comment as Nathan straightened and stepped between him and all the other eyes, just bumped their shoulders lightly together, "Hey, we got homeroom. Don't wanna be late."
A talking Wade was a nice Wade, so that made one bomb unexpectedly diffused ... if only another bomb hadn't suddenly started ticking away right next to him. A mystery bomb named Nathan Summers, who no knew well enough to dare an approach when he was glaring daggers at everyone who even got close to him and Wade the rest of the day.
Wade did what he had always done on these days, laid his head on his his arms on his desk and pretended to sleep through his classes ... except now in the classes he shared with Nathan, Nathan had pushed their chairs so close together that their arms touched as he took notes and intercepted any attempt at communicating with Wade. There was a five foot radius and he was enforcing it through the pure cold wrath of his glare, chilling everyone who dared to approach.
In the classes Nathan was alone, he irritably drummed his fingers on the desk, impatient and moody and snappish. His classmates gave him a wide berth.
No one got suspended that day, but it was considered a near thing.
As soon as Nathan opened the door to his house, he wanted to shut it again.
"Scott! How could you?! What sort of example do you think you're setting for your son when you're inviting that sort of woman over?"
"That sort of woman? Are you sure you're not talking about the sort of woman he's already gotten rid of?"
Nathan winced, shoulders rounding as he slouched to make himself smaller, studiously not looking at Wade. Why did his dad have to embarrass both of them like this? This was why he didn't bring anyone home ... even if he had never had anyone to bring home before Wade.
Wade made a face at the drama taking place and looked at Nathan, expecting to exchange mutual looks of long suffering, only to see his friend folding in on himself. Wade Wilson was not tolerating anyone making Nate look like that. So he leaned forward in the doorway, whistled loudly to be assured he had everyone’s attention, and said as loudly and as obnoxiously as possible, "Only one way to settle an argument like this, ladies! Naked mud wrestling!"
"Wade!" Nathan abruptly straightened, giving Wade a horrified look. The women, his dad's ex-wife (who wasn't his mom) and his dad's new girlfriend (also not his mom) turned to give Wade outraged and indignant looks.
"It should be a clean fight," Wade continued, apparently oblivious to the affect he was having, "And by clean I mean as dirty as humanly possible. Heh, dirty. Hair pulling and biting are completely allowed! And no shots below the belt when there's so much desirable real estate above the belt if you get me? No? I could spell it out for you, it goes like this: B-R-E-A -- oof!" Nathan elbowed Wade sharply in the ribs, "Really, Nate? Why you gotta hit me?"
"We'll be outside!" Nathan said, sounding strangled as he dragged Wade out of the room by his arm ... but he couldn't resist sticking his head back in to add, "Getting the hose ready for your mud fight."
The door slammed behind him. Outside, they both leaned on the door, exchanging wide-eyed glances, before Wade startled giggling uncontrollably, "The hose! Nate!"
Nathan bit his lip and then couldn't hold back his own set of entirely manly giggles, "Wade! Mud wrestling? Really?!"
"You're the one who went there!"
"You're the one who started it!"
"You didn't have to finish it!" Wade huffed and then grinned, "Can you imagine? Mud all over those white clothes ... "
Nathan grinned back and then straightened, striding around to the backyard gate, "Let's go get the hose."
"What?!" Wade yelped as he followed after, "You're not gonna spray them like cats are you? Wait ... that's actually an awesome plan. Let's hose 'em like cats! You're a genius, Nate!"
"I'm not going to hose them ... are you crazy? Dad would ground me for life," Nathan reached over the fence, groping for the latch, and made an annoyed noise when he couldn't reach it.
"But breasts, Nate, breasts!" Wade made grabby motions in the air, "Breasts in wet t-shirts! White t-shirts."
Nathan gave Wade an unimpressed look, "Breasts that have been fucking my dad."
Wade paused, head tilting, hands waving around in the air before a finger lifted, "Okay. Point. That's sorta gross." He made a bleargh sound, "Have they really been fucking your dad?"
"Yes. Are you gonna help me, or what?"
"What? Your Tallness couldn't reach something?" Wade asked innocently before grinning, "Yeah, yeah, gimme a boost."
Wade didn't need any sort of boost as he grabbed the top of the fence and hauled himself over it, ass in the air as he dangled over the gate to grab for the latch. That was the sort of blatant opportunity that Nathan didn't let pass him by.
"So, can you reach it?" Nathan asked, smirking to himself as he 'helped' Wade out, sliding his hands along his thighs and up to cup his ass, bracing him.
"I should have known this was a transparent excuse to grope me," Wade said, voice cracking in the way Nathan liked best.
"As transparent as those white t-shirts."
"Shhhhh, I think they're coming. Quick, the hose!"
Despite his annoyance, Scott's eyebrows rose as he heard the water turn on and get splashed blithely about.
"So what do you think?" his son's friend said, far too loudly compared to their previous quiet murmurs, "Should we film it? It'd make a ton of cash on pay per view."
"So mercenary," Nathan said with a overtly dramatic sigh, "I think jello wrestling would be more lucrative."
"But how would we get that much jello?"
Scott turned the corner and fixed the both of them with a look, "You can drop the act now. I'm alone."
"What act?" Nathan asked, studiously not looking at him as he sprayed the bedraggled rose bushes with water. His friend, Wade, was crouched beside him, poking the dirt with false industry.
"The one where you're tying to be as offensive as possible to two perfectly nice women in an effort to get rid of them," Scott said with a sigh as he went to turn the water off.
"We weren't acting," Nathan denied as Wade muttered just low enough to be ignored as he straightened from his crouch, "Those weren't women, those were bitches." They were so close together, the motion had Wade bumping shoulders lightly with Nathan. Nathan elbowed him in return, or for the comment, it was hard to tell, and Wade leaned against him before they both straightened.
"I expected better," Scott said pointedly, looking at Nathan, who continued to avoid his eyes. "From both of you," He turned his pointed look on Wade, who glared back at him defiantly, the shiner blacking his left eye painfully obvious without his hoodie up.
"And what happened to your eye?" Scott asked bluntly.
Nathan whipped around to give him a glare that was so poisonous that Scott winced, even as Wade started talking with bright, false cheer, "I'm glad you asked! You see, I ran into this ninja ... "
Scenes from the Summer Camp AU, where Wade and Nate meet at summer camp, go from roommates to friends to lovers fast enough to give a viewer whiplash, wave goodbye expecting to be emo and dramatic at the separation, only for Scott Summers to move himself and his son across country for work … and plot convenience! enroll his son in the same high school as Wade. Welcome to Marvel High School, home of the Famous Fighting Avengers!
Series: Summer Camp AU (High School AU)
Notes: No one has any powers
Pairings: Nathan Summers/Wade Wilson, the unholy love diamond centered on Scott Summers that includes Madelyn Pryor, Jean Grey, and Emma Frost.
Scene Summary: Black Eyes: The first time Nate sees Wade with a black eye, he makes a public spectacle of it. Mud Wrestling: Scott Summers and his romantic troubles accidentally trips two sets of defensive reflexes, his son's friend's and his son's.
When Wade Wilson looked like he had gotten into a fight and lost it, he was usually a hair trigger away from getting into another fight.
Any comment upon the latest black eye, busted lip, or broken nose ended up in a knock down drag out fights where all parties were suspended. Such worthies as Flash Thompson, Lester Banes, and even Bucky Barnes had learned this lesson the painfully hard way. Wade wasn't entirely sexist about it either. He might not punch a girl for bringing it up, but he had shoved more than one of them rather brutally into the lockers or knocked them over ... only to get suspended again. The rest of the student body now parted around Wade when the warning lights were in effect: red hoodie, head down, hood determinedly up, headphones in place, ignoring the fuck out of them. A quiet Wade was a mean Wade.
A teacher who brought it up was told the most blatant of ridiculous lies. Ninjas, flying watermelons, vicious squirrels, draculas, gang warfare, the list was ridiculous and only grew more fantastical with every rendition. They all could guess where the injuries were coming from, but they couldn't prove it and any implication as to the real source of the damage had Wade denying it loudly and at the top of his lungs. So they left him alone to pretend to sleep at his desk on those days except for the occasional pitying look.
Two or three days after that, Weasel or Bob would show up from the hole they had been hiding in to avoid Tropical Depression Wilson, and start talking to him at lunch again. Or rather, they would talk over him until they annoyed him so much that he started talking back. A talking Wade was a nice Wade.
That was the pattern ... until Nathan Summers transferred to Marvel High in their sophomore year.
"What happened to your eye?!" Nathan asked, openly outraged, voice so loud that it cut through the early morning hallway murmur like a hot knife through butter. Heads turned to watch the drama -- hopefully another fight? -- unfold.
"Hi, Nate, it's so good to see you on this fine morning! Have you had your coffee yet?" Wade said with false brightness, tension hardening every limb, "It'll help stunt that abnormal growth spurt you're been having -- hey, let go of me! I've cut people for less insult than this!"
Nathan growled in reply as he shoved the hood off his friend's blond hair, grabbing his head when Wade tried to twist away from him, "Hold still! Who did this to you?!"
"You see, I ran into this ninja -- "
"There wasn't any ninja," Nathan snapped, but Wade just talked louder and right over him, " -- and he said, do you wanna have a knife fight -- "Wade was refusing to meet his eyes. They just stared determinedly over his shoulder no matter how much he tried to meet them.
" -- and I was like bring it bitch we're gonna have a knife fight -- "
Wade's whole left eye was just a bruise, mottled and dark from the cheek to the ridge of his eyebrow, the white of his eye bloodshot and red. Those were Nathan's pretty blue eyes and Nathan's smiling face, thank you very much, because Wade was his and he was going to find out who did this and make them regret ever laying a single finger on Wade so help him he would murder that son of a bitch. Nathan was grinding his teeth, he was so utterly infuriated.
" -- and then he's all hiyah! and I'm like argh me hearty! -- "
Wade was fine yesterday, when he had split from Nathan to run up the steps to his house ... to ... his ... house ... oh. Oh. Oh. The rage abruptly fizzled out into something more sick and unhappy. Oh.
" -- and then he cheated and punched me right in the face! -- "
Nathan traced the border of the damage with gentle fingers, thumb running lightly along the ridge of his eye.
" -- Can you believe that, Nate? Right in my one good eye, the fucker! So I was all, bro, you're gonna go down -- "
"Next time you need to duck, Wade," Nathan said abruptly, still stroking a thumb along the soft line of Wade's eyebrow.
Wade's story stuttered to a surprised halt, "What?"
"Duck. You need to learn to duck."
"You can't duck a ninja, Nate, they're ninjas," and now, finally, finally, Wade was meeting his eyes again and Nathan hated it, because he didn't like how ashamed they were. Now Nathan had caught on to the code, that ninja was just another word for dad. "Besides, only wusses duck when a ninja is punching them. Real men take it on the chin."
Nate could get that, that Wade couldn't fight back for whatever reason, couldn't avoid ... but ... "Do real men run away from ninjas? Flee into the night?"
Wade squinted at him, "Sounds suspiciously like cowardice to me."
"It's a ninja. Ninjas are more impossibly badass than you'll ever be."
Wade was silent for a long moment. Nathan held his breath. "Maybe," he admitted grudgingly, "I could flee from a ninja."
"Oh, good," Nathan breathed again, "I'll hide you on my island. We'll watch Bruce Lee movies and have popcorn."
"Yeah, okay, that sounds cool," The tension eased out of Wade as he reached back to tug at his hoodie and Nathan let go of him so he could cover up again, "But it should be John Wayne movies. Cowboys are the holy water of ninjas."
"I thought it was aliens," Nathan turned to glare at the crowd that was looking very disappointed that there wasn't going to be a fight.
"That was a terrible movie. I'm never watching it again." Wade didn't comment as Nathan straightened and stepped between him and all the other eyes, just bumped their shoulders lightly together, "Hey, we got homeroom. Don't wanna be late."
A talking Wade was a nice Wade, so that made one bomb unexpectedly diffused ... if only another bomb hadn't suddenly started ticking away right next to him. A mystery bomb named Nathan Summers, who no knew well enough to dare an approach when he was glaring daggers at everyone who even got close to him and Wade the rest of the day.
Wade did what he had always done on these days, laid his head on his his arms on his desk and pretended to sleep through his classes ... except now in the classes he shared with Nathan, Nathan had pushed their chairs so close together that their arms touched as he took notes and intercepted any attempt at communicating with Wade. There was a five foot radius and he was enforcing it through the pure cold wrath of his glare, chilling everyone who dared to approach.
In the classes Nathan was alone, he irritably drummed his fingers on the desk, impatient and moody and snappish. His classmates gave him a wide berth.
No one got suspended that day, but it was considered a near thing.
As soon as Nathan opened the door to his house, he wanted to shut it again.
"Scott! How could you?! What sort of example do you think you're setting for your son when you're inviting that sort of woman over?"
"That sort of woman? Are you sure you're not talking about the sort of woman he's already gotten rid of?"
Nathan winced, shoulders rounding as he slouched to make himself smaller, studiously not looking at Wade. Why did his dad have to embarrass both of them like this? This was why he didn't bring anyone home ... even if he had never had anyone to bring home before Wade.
Wade made a face at the drama taking place and looked at Nathan, expecting to exchange mutual looks of long suffering, only to see his friend folding in on himself. Wade Wilson was not tolerating anyone making Nate look like that. So he leaned forward in the doorway, whistled loudly to be assured he had everyone’s attention, and said as loudly and as obnoxiously as possible, "Only one way to settle an argument like this, ladies! Naked mud wrestling!"
"Wade!" Nathan abruptly straightened, giving Wade a horrified look. The women, his dad's ex-wife (who wasn't his mom) and his dad's new girlfriend (also not his mom) turned to give Wade outraged and indignant looks.
"It should be a clean fight," Wade continued, apparently oblivious to the affect he was having, "And by clean I mean as dirty as humanly possible. Heh, dirty. Hair pulling and biting are completely allowed! And no shots below the belt when there's so much desirable real estate above the belt if you get me? No? I could spell it out for you, it goes like this: B-R-E-A -- oof!" Nathan elbowed Wade sharply in the ribs, "Really, Nate? Why you gotta hit me?"
"We'll be outside!" Nathan said, sounding strangled as he dragged Wade out of the room by his arm ... but he couldn't resist sticking his head back in to add, "Getting the hose ready for your mud fight."
The door slammed behind him. Outside, they both leaned on the door, exchanging wide-eyed glances, before Wade startled giggling uncontrollably, "The hose! Nate!"
Nathan bit his lip and then couldn't hold back his own set of entirely manly giggles, "Wade! Mud wrestling? Really?!"
"You're the one who went there!"
"You're the one who started it!"
"You didn't have to finish it!" Wade huffed and then grinned, "Can you imagine? Mud all over those white clothes ... "
Nathan grinned back and then straightened, striding around to the backyard gate, "Let's go get the hose."
"What?!" Wade yelped as he followed after, "You're not gonna spray them like cats are you? Wait ... that's actually an awesome plan. Let's hose 'em like cats! You're a genius, Nate!"
"I'm not going to hose them ... are you crazy? Dad would ground me for life," Nathan reached over the fence, groping for the latch, and made an annoyed noise when he couldn't reach it.
"But breasts, Nate, breasts!" Wade made grabby motions in the air, "Breasts in wet t-shirts! White t-shirts."
Nathan gave Wade an unimpressed look, "Breasts that have been fucking my dad."
Wade paused, head tilting, hands waving around in the air before a finger lifted, "Okay. Point. That's sorta gross." He made a bleargh sound, "Have they really been fucking your dad?"
"Yes. Are you gonna help me, or what?"
"What? Your Tallness couldn't reach something?" Wade asked innocently before grinning, "Yeah, yeah, gimme a boost."
Wade didn't need any sort of boost as he grabbed the top of the fence and hauled himself over it, ass in the air as he dangled over the gate to grab for the latch. That was the sort of blatant opportunity that Nathan didn't let pass him by.
"So, can you reach it?" Nathan asked, smirking to himself as he 'helped' Wade out, sliding his hands along his thighs and up to cup his ass, bracing him.
"I should have known this was a transparent excuse to grope me," Wade said, voice cracking in the way Nathan liked best.
"As transparent as those white t-shirts."
"Shhhhh, I think they're coming. Quick, the hose!"
Despite his annoyance, Scott's eyebrows rose as he heard the water turn on and get splashed blithely about.
"So what do you think?" his son's friend said, far too loudly compared to their previous quiet murmurs, "Should we film it? It'd make a ton of cash on pay per view."
"So mercenary," Nathan said with a overtly dramatic sigh, "I think jello wrestling would be more lucrative."
"But how would we get that much jello?"
Scott turned the corner and fixed the both of them with a look, "You can drop the act now. I'm alone."
"What act?" Nathan asked, studiously not looking at him as he sprayed the bedraggled rose bushes with water. His friend, Wade, was crouched beside him, poking the dirt with false industry.
"The one where you're tying to be as offensive as possible to two perfectly nice women in an effort to get rid of them," Scott said with a sigh as he went to turn the water off.
"We weren't acting," Nathan denied as Wade muttered just low enough to be ignored as he straightened from his crouch, "Those weren't women, those were bitches." They were so close together, the motion had Wade bumping shoulders lightly with Nathan. Nathan elbowed him in return, or for the comment, it was hard to tell, and Wade leaned against him before they both straightened.
"I expected better," Scott said pointedly, looking at Nathan, who continued to avoid his eyes. "From both of you," He turned his pointed look on Wade, who glared back at him defiantly, the shiner blacking his left eye painfully obvious without his hoodie up.
"And what happened to your eye?" Scott asked bluntly.
Nathan whipped around to give him a glare that was so poisonous that Scott winced, even as Wade started talking with bright, false cheer, "I'm glad you asked! You see, I ran into this ninja ... "