jinx

[ultimaverum]

Who: Question ultimaverum & Deadpool mouthiness
What: Putting a stop to Jerkpool
When: Today, late evening
Where: In town
Rating: PG-13 ish? I don't even know

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[mouthiness]

Deadpool, at the moment, was robbing a store in town. He never did this, really. But desperate times and all that. He was casually pointing his gun at the panicking cashier filling up a shopping bag with the contents of register.

"I'm so glad we could work this out. See, I might be getting a job and jobs require bullets and explosives and possible safe houses and I'm sure you understand right? I don't really like doing this but a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do and all that." He yanked the bag from the man's shaking hands then smiled as he pressed the barrel of his gone to his forehead.

"Which is why I'll have to do this too. Can't have you ratting me out, can I? But hey, no hard feelings!"

[ultimaverum]

Charlie... had not expected him to be robbing a store, so spotting him out of the corner of his eye was little more then a lucky break.

He was across the street and moving through the door - thank god it didn't have one of those goddamned bells to announce his arrival - and drawing the gun. But there was the problem. This was still his friend, and he only had a moment to make a decision, get over the ridiculous fear that Wade's healing factor would cut out just as he shot him.

But every second counts when it's someone else's life, so he turned the pistol around, silently shushing the soon-to-be victim and swung as hard as he could at the mercenary's head.

[mouthiness]

That... Was not what he was expecting. He staggered from the hit, the cashier taking off toward the back while he got over the head trauma.

"What- Oh, Chuck! It's nice to see you again. You couldn't just wait a minute for me to finish up things here?"

[ultimaverum]

"I did ask you not to kill anyone, didn't I?"

But his voice was thin and quiet when he said it. Something somewhere in him had hoped that would be enough, that he'd stay down long enough to...

He shook his head, staring down at him and righting the gun, Please don't make me shoot you, written across his face as plain as if he had said it out loud.