Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Friday Afternoon

[spring_lost]

Considering that they had a wee Messiah child living with them who was currently still on the shit list of a whole variety of people, Nathan had thought that staying away from the big guest picnics was probably a good idea. In theory, this was a very clever idea

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[emocushion]

There was at least one guy from 616 who knew where to find certain wee Messiah children.

And who didn't exactly approve of Nathan's choices in co-parenting, but he'd burn that bridge when it started ranting in his face. Scott Summers, scowl and all, stood outside the side door to Nathan's apartment, pulled a face, and knocked.

[mouthy_merc]

"Naaaaate." Deadpool waggled a bowl of cereal at Jan in hopes of making her eat. "Get the door."

[spring_lost]

Nate rose up from near the table, a little thankful to have a reason to escape the whole child-and-cereal disaster currently taking place here. He went for the door with a few easy, big steps, and opened it.

"...Scott."

[emocushion]

"Nathan," Scott answered, sounding only a little stiff. "Good evening. ...Deadpool."

That one was thrown, a lot more stiffly, at the guy behind Nate.