A Monumentally Bad Idea [Closed]

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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

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[omgitsdeadpool]

Okay, the spandex was a really bad idea.

For the most part the past... however much time had passed was a blur. There were a few flashes here and there, faces, names and what seemed like bits of what had to be terrifying hallucinations. He didn't want to know what it was all about and, if he thought about it, he really didn't want to know.

He paused at one of the apartment doors, glancing down at the text message on his phone and knocked. When Jenn answered he pushed the door open, looking in and smiling at the woman waiting for him.

"Hi. Didn't keep you waiting too long, did I?"

[legallygreen]

She knew this man. It was Wade Wilson, aka Deadpool. He had left her high and dry once when she went to bat for him in court, and then taught her how to use a gun to defend herself. Jennnifer was uncertain of how she felt about him when he was insane, but it was unfair how he managed to smile at her and look all normal and charming.

"No, not at all. Come on in." She offered, stepping back so he could come inside.

Jennifer closed the door behind him and locked it. "Do you want something to drink? I could make some coffee, or tea?"

[omgitsdeadpool]

One thing that Wade and Deadpool had in common was that neither of them believed in a fair fight. He walked in, a little uncomfortable in the damned spandex, but at least whoever he had been an hour ago had thought to load up on hardware.

"Coffee would be good right now." He answered, turning back to face Jenn.

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Jennifer proceeded to putter in the kitchen, throwing coffee grounds into a coffee filter, limping as she pulled out a pair of mugs and set them on the counter. She glanced back over her shoulder.

"Please have a seat."

When the rich, brown smell filled the kitchen, she poured two cups and brought them over with a small pint of cream and a dish of sugar, limping slowly to the table before taking a seat. Jennifer got busy dumping sugar into her coffee, looking him over.

"I never knew you before you changed into...Deadpool. I can hardly believe you're the same person. But nobody else would wear that outfit."