[Fic] Sugar and Spice part 4 - Cable/Deadpool + Hope
Title: Sugar and Spice 4/??
Author: Guardian
Rating: T
Characters: Cable, Deadpool, Hope
Timeline: Starting off around Cable #12 and going into AU.
Disclaimer: written for fun, not profit.
Word Count: 1,812
Summary: Wade teaches Hope some new tricks, but she already knows a thing or two.
Warning: There's so much tenderness, it may be fatal. Read with caution.
Previous parts: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
"You gotta keep your arms straight," Wade coached. "Like this." He lifted his arms into the air, took a slight running start, and did a cartwheel.
Hope mimicked him, but she was still lacking in experience and flopped over halfway through the trick.
"You gotta keep your back straight, too, Hope! And your legs... That wasn't even good! My grammie does better cartwheels than that!"
"Mr. Wilson, you need to be nice," Hope frowned, popping back up to try another.
"Look, put your hands like this... and put your legs like this. And don't do the floppy wrist, thing! This is like if you're gonna punch some guy in the face. You can't be all floppy-wristed if you want to punch someone in the face, Hope."
"I can't stay up!"
"You aren't supposed to stay up, you're supposed to roll," Wade reminded her. "Try it faster... OHMIGOD NATEDIDYOUSEETHATWASAPERFECTCARTWHEEL!"
Nathan flinched at Wade's squealing, but managed to pretend he was ignoring them.
"Do it again! Oh, that was.... Well, you'll get better. And soon you'll be able to do this." Wade leapt into a back handspring and landed nimbly on his feet.
"Whoa!" Hope marveled at the trick for all of a second, and then tried to mimic it.
"Noooooooo!" Wade grabbed her. "You don't just start trying to do it, unless you're a little Taskmaster or your mutant ability is to heal a broken neck. Have you even done a handstand before? 'Kay, come 'ere. I'm gonna lift your legs for you. You gotta balance. Like you're punching a guy in the face, Hope!"
Nate was amazed by how often Hope ended up upside-down with Wade around.
"When you can do this on your own, I'll start teaching you how to do the fancier stuff, like an aerial."
"What's that?"
"That's a cartwheel without using your hands."
"Dad, Mr. Wilson is lying to me again."
"It's not a lie! Watch." Wade carefully let Hope's legs back down and made sure she was watching when he demonstrated for her.
"You touched the ground."
"No, I didn't! Look!"
"You did!"
"Okay, that time I did by accident, but seriously I'll show you this time."
Nathan relaxed while Wade entertained, listening to Hope's equal amazement and skepticism as she commanded Wade to repeat the feat again and again until she was convinced that it was somehow physically possible. Finally someone who might actually wear Wade out.
"Show me slower," Hope said.
"I can't do, slower. There's a thing called gravity. Besides, I don't want you trying it on your own."
"But I wanna see one more time. Pleeeease."
Nate lifted his head to the sound of something traveling over the hardened, sand-covered ground.
"Wade."
He interrupted Wade in the middle of his trick, making him lose his focus. He fell, his wrist snapping like a dry branch when he tried to correct himself.
"Mr. Wilson!" Hope rushed to him, tears pricking at her eyes while Wade cradled his wrist. "I'm sorry."
"And that is why we usually show off on a nice, squishy mat," Wade groaned.
"Someone's traveling this way," Nathan said, his left eye flashing as he lifted his guns and went to his companions. They could just see a cloud of dust kicked up in the distance.
"Maybe the circus is coming to town?" Wade guessed while he stood up.
"Not a risk I'm willing to take right now. We've been here long enough. We're going forward."
"Ugh, no," Hope grumbled. "I hate timesliding."
"Sorry, little one. You know what to do."
Nate had only briefly told Wade about how they would timeslide the next time they had to. The basic principle was that they all had to be together.
"You heard the man," Wade said, lifting Hope with his good arm.
"I might puke all over you," Hope warned while Wade drew one of his guns with his broken wrist.
"Geez, take all the surprise out of it, why doncha?" Wade joked, and Hope clung tightly to him. "Hold me, Nate."
Nathan wrapped his arms around Wade and activated the timeslide, sending the three of them further down the time stream.
It was amazing how the world could change sometimes. Civilizations could crumble into wasteland, and then spring back to the beginning of a budding civilization. It was like an oasis had appeared in the desert, and around it grew a lush city.
Nathan released Wade, immediately raising his guns and scanning the area for danger.
"You could have kept your arms around me a little longer," Wade said. "I wasn't complaining or nothin'."
"Hurrrgh!"
"Eeeew!" Wade made a face when Hope threw up on his suit. Then the bullets started flying. "Ow! Seriously?!"
Wade, shelter to your left. Go.
"Nooooo! Get out of my head, Charles!" Wade screamed even as he obeyed Nate's order. The bullets bit into his back as he ran, and he heard Nate returning fire. Utopia was so never what it looked like. He reached the shelter that Nathan had spotted, which was a lot like a bunker, or a destroyed building that was really just a basement with half the roof left.
They weren't alone in the room. Wade took out the first man with a flying leap to the face, and shot the second one in the leg before the pudgy man could even reach for his weapon.
"I've been puked on and shot thirty-seven times," Wade said to the man. "I'm feeling more than just a little annoyed. But lucky for you, I'm in the presence of a lady." He let Hope get her footing. "So what do you think, little one? Should we eat him or let him live this time?"
"Cannibalism is wrong, Mr. Wilson."
"Bah! That's not what you said yesterday. Fine. It's your lucky day, punk. She must not be hungry. Now take your dirty friend and leave before I change my mind!" Wade fired off random shots while the frightened man dragged his semi-conscious comrade out of the building.
"I don't know if you should have shot at him. Nate would say-"
"Eeeeeew, I just remembered you puked on me!"
"I'm sorry."
"EEEEEEEEEEEW!"
"Nathan doesn't make such a big deal..."
"Shaddup, let me have my moment." Wade continued to ick while he checked that the little 'bunker' was secure. He couldn't hear gunfire outside anymore, which either meant that Nathan had killed all the attackers, or that Nathan was bleeding out in the middle of the street. Or that someone was giving away free tacos and there was a momentary cease fire. Either way, he figured he had a few minutes to hunker down. Goddamn it, what if there were free tacos? If Nate didn't bring him any, he was the worst boyfriend ever.
"Don't look," Wade muttered, trying to pull the soiled top half of his costume off without removing his mask. He finally succeeded, after much struggling, and tossed the shirt away with another disgusted noise. "I need to start carrying wet wipes. All of these pouches, and no wet wipes," he lamented.
"You're hurt," Hope frowned, moving closer to Wade to inspect his wounds. "I have-"
"Aaah, don't touch. It's just cancer scars."
"I meant the bullets," Hope mumbled.
"Oh." Wade glanced over his lumpy shoulder. "They'll heal."
"I can help." Hope reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of tweezers that she usually used on Nathan. He said that she had nimble fingers. She braced her little hand on Wade's back, trying to keep him still while she dug out the bullets.
"Ow!"
"Hold still, Mr. Wilson! It'll hurt more if you squirm."
"Leave'emin, leave'emin!"
"Nathan says the wounds heal better if you take out the metal," Hope reasoned. She gripped the bullet and yanked it out. "There." The bullet wound closed up rapidly, healing before her very eyes. "Whoa, cool!"
"Eugh. Not cool. Ow! Ugh, give a guy a warninNNNGGG! Ah! You're enjoying this." Wade continued to complain, and then spotted Nathan returning to them. "Naaaaate! She's sadistic!"
"Calm down, Wade," Nathan said, placid as ever, and even faintly amused. "She's a good medic. Let her practice."
"Errugh. Only... because... it's actually making the pain go away..." Wade agreed reluctantly. He continued to groan and grimace while Hope pulled each bullet out.
She learned to be extra gentle with Wade, and learned how to dig a bullet out of a scabbed-over wound. He was either a lot more sensitive than Nate, or a lot more vocal, but she was finally able to get to a bullet with minimal pain, and pull it out quickly. When she was finally done, she wiped the blood from her hands onto her pants, and put away her tweezers.
"He's really good at healing," Hope said while Wade procured a new shirt, apparently from one of his little pouches.
"He is," Nathan agreed, crouching down. "And I have a surprise for you both." He revealed an armful of strange fruits and vegetables, letting them roll out onto the floor.
"You're the best boyfriend ever," Wade blurted out.
"Wow!" Hope fell to her knees, picking up different pieces of fruit/vegetables and staring at them. "What are they? What do they taste like? Why is this one prickly?"
"We'll have to find out," Nathan responded, looking up at Wade, who had come to join them. The younger man settled on the floor cross-legged and grabbed one of the fruit, tossing it around. "They aren't poisonous, and the locals harvest them to eat, but there's no guarantee."
"This reminds me of a cross between a pineapple and a peeled grape," Wade commented, squeezing the fruit like a rubber ducky. "Well, I'll be the guinea pig." He pulled his mask up to his nose and took a bit out of the strangely textured fruit. It was juicy, and that juice was apparently very, very purple in color. "Eeew!"
"Does it taste bad?" Hope asked.
"No, it got on me," Wade complained, fingering his new shirt that was now stained. Again. He sighed and continued to eat the fruit anyway, comforting himself that at least it wasn't vomit.
"It's getting on your mask, too," Hope bit her lip. "Why don't you take it off to eat, Mr. Wilson?"
"'Cause if I do, you'll puke again," Wade retorted. "Seriously, I look like roadkill hit by a flame thrower under here. But if these fruit turn out to be poisonous and we need to induce vomiting, give me a shout."
Hope pursed her lips together, carefully picking at the green fruit in her hands. She glanced at Nathan, who silently began slicing each piece of fruit into thirds so they could all share. "Nathan and I don't care, Mr. Wilson," she said quietly. She studied Wade carefully, and then picked up one of the pieces of fruit and offered it to him.
Part 5
Author: Guardian
Rating: T
Characters: Cable, Deadpool, Hope
Timeline: Starting off around Cable #12 and going into AU.
Disclaimer: written for fun, not profit.
Word Count: 1,812
Summary: Wade teaches Hope some new tricks, but she already knows a thing or two.
Warning: There's so much tenderness, it may be fatal. Read with caution.
Previous parts: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3
"You gotta keep your arms straight," Wade coached. "Like this." He lifted his arms into the air, took a slight running start, and did a cartwheel.
Hope mimicked him, but she was still lacking in experience and flopped over halfway through the trick.
"You gotta keep your back straight, too, Hope! And your legs... That wasn't even good! My grammie does better cartwheels than that!"
"Mr. Wilson, you need to be nice," Hope frowned, popping back up to try another.
"Look, put your hands like this... and put your legs like this. And don't do the floppy wrist, thing! This is like if you're gonna punch some guy in the face. You can't be all floppy-wristed if you want to punch someone in the face, Hope."
"I can't stay up!"
"You aren't supposed to stay up, you're supposed to roll," Wade reminded her. "Try it faster... OHMIGOD NATEDIDYOUSEETHATWASAPERFECTCARTWHEEL!"
Nathan flinched at Wade's squealing, but managed to pretend he was ignoring them.
"Do it again! Oh, that was.... Well, you'll get better. And soon you'll be able to do this." Wade leapt into a back handspring and landed nimbly on his feet.
"Whoa!" Hope marveled at the trick for all of a second, and then tried to mimic it.
"Noooooooo!" Wade grabbed her. "You don't just start trying to do it, unless you're a little Taskmaster or your mutant ability is to heal a broken neck. Have you even done a handstand before? 'Kay, come 'ere. I'm gonna lift your legs for you. You gotta balance. Like you're punching a guy in the face, Hope!"
Nate was amazed by how often Hope ended up upside-down with Wade around.
"When you can do this on your own, I'll start teaching you how to do the fancier stuff, like an aerial."
"What's that?"
"That's a cartwheel without using your hands."
"Dad, Mr. Wilson is lying to me again."
"It's not a lie! Watch." Wade carefully let Hope's legs back down and made sure she was watching when he demonstrated for her.
"You touched the ground."
"No, I didn't! Look!"
"You did!"
"Okay, that time I did by accident, but seriously I'll show you this time."
Nathan relaxed while Wade entertained, listening to Hope's equal amazement and skepticism as she commanded Wade to repeat the feat again and again until she was convinced that it was somehow physically possible. Finally someone who might actually wear Wade out.
"Show me slower," Hope said.
"I can't do, slower. There's a thing called gravity. Besides, I don't want you trying it on your own."
"But I wanna see one more time. Pleeeease."
Nate lifted his head to the sound of something traveling over the hardened, sand-covered ground.
"Wade."
He interrupted Wade in the middle of his trick, making him lose his focus. He fell, his wrist snapping like a dry branch when he tried to correct himself.
"Mr. Wilson!" Hope rushed to him, tears pricking at her eyes while Wade cradled his wrist. "I'm sorry."
"And that is why we usually show off on a nice, squishy mat," Wade groaned.
"Someone's traveling this way," Nathan said, his left eye flashing as he lifted his guns and went to his companions. They could just see a cloud of dust kicked up in the distance.
"Maybe the circus is coming to town?" Wade guessed while he stood up.
"Not a risk I'm willing to take right now. We've been here long enough. We're going forward."
"Ugh, no," Hope grumbled. "I hate timesliding."
"Sorry, little one. You know what to do."
Nate had only briefly told Wade about how they would timeslide the next time they had to. The basic principle was that they all had to be together.
"You heard the man," Wade said, lifting Hope with his good arm.
"I might puke all over you," Hope warned while Wade drew one of his guns with his broken wrist.
"Geez, take all the surprise out of it, why doncha?" Wade joked, and Hope clung tightly to him. "Hold me, Nate."
Nathan wrapped his arms around Wade and activated the timeslide, sending the three of them further down the time stream.
It was amazing how the world could change sometimes. Civilizations could crumble into wasteland, and then spring back to the beginning of a budding civilization. It was like an oasis had appeared in the desert, and around it grew a lush city.
Nathan released Wade, immediately raising his guns and scanning the area for danger.
"You could have kept your arms around me a little longer," Wade said. "I wasn't complaining or nothin'."
"Hurrrgh!"
"Eeeew!" Wade made a face when Hope threw up on his suit. Then the bullets started flying. "Ow! Seriously?!"
Wade, shelter to your left. Go.
"Nooooo! Get out of my head, Charles!" Wade screamed even as he obeyed Nate's order. The bullets bit into his back as he ran, and he heard Nate returning fire. Utopia was so never what it looked like. He reached the shelter that Nathan had spotted, which was a lot like a bunker, or a destroyed building that was really just a basement with half the roof left.
They weren't alone in the room. Wade took out the first man with a flying leap to the face, and shot the second one in the leg before the pudgy man could even reach for his weapon.
"I've been puked on and shot thirty-seven times," Wade said to the man. "I'm feeling more than just a little annoyed. But lucky for you, I'm in the presence of a lady." He let Hope get her footing. "So what do you think, little one? Should we eat him or let him live this time?"
"Cannibalism is wrong, Mr. Wilson."
"Bah! That's not what you said yesterday. Fine. It's your lucky day, punk. She must not be hungry. Now take your dirty friend and leave before I change my mind!" Wade fired off random shots while the frightened man dragged his semi-conscious comrade out of the building.
"I don't know if you should have shot at him. Nate would say-"
"Eeeeeew, I just remembered you puked on me!"
"I'm sorry."
"EEEEEEEEEEEW!"
"Nathan doesn't make such a big deal..."
"Shaddup, let me have my moment." Wade continued to ick while he checked that the little 'bunker' was secure. He couldn't hear gunfire outside anymore, which either meant that Nathan had killed all the attackers, or that Nathan was bleeding out in the middle of the street. Or that someone was giving away free tacos and there was a momentary cease fire. Either way, he figured he had a few minutes to hunker down. Goddamn it, what if there were free tacos? If Nate didn't bring him any, he was the worst boyfriend ever.
"Don't look," Wade muttered, trying to pull the soiled top half of his costume off without removing his mask. He finally succeeded, after much struggling, and tossed the shirt away with another disgusted noise. "I need to start carrying wet wipes. All of these pouches, and no wet wipes," he lamented.
"You're hurt," Hope frowned, moving closer to Wade to inspect his wounds. "I have-"
"Aaah, don't touch. It's just cancer scars."
"I meant the bullets," Hope mumbled.
"Oh." Wade glanced over his lumpy shoulder. "They'll heal."
"I can help." Hope reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of tweezers that she usually used on Nathan. He said that she had nimble fingers. She braced her little hand on Wade's back, trying to keep him still while she dug out the bullets.
"Ow!"
"Hold still, Mr. Wilson! It'll hurt more if you squirm."
"Leave'emin, leave'emin!"
"Nathan says the wounds heal better if you take out the metal," Hope reasoned. She gripped the bullet and yanked it out. "There." The bullet wound closed up rapidly, healing before her very eyes. "Whoa, cool!"
"Eugh. Not cool. Ow! Ugh, give a guy a warninNNNGGG! Ah! You're enjoying this." Wade continued to complain, and then spotted Nathan returning to them. "Naaaaate! She's sadistic!"
"Calm down, Wade," Nathan said, placid as ever, and even faintly amused. "She's a good medic. Let her practice."
"Errugh. Only... because... it's actually making the pain go away..." Wade agreed reluctantly. He continued to groan and grimace while Hope pulled each bullet out.
She learned to be extra gentle with Wade, and learned how to dig a bullet out of a scabbed-over wound. He was either a lot more sensitive than Nate, or a lot more vocal, but she was finally able to get to a bullet with minimal pain, and pull it out quickly. When she was finally done, she wiped the blood from her hands onto her pants, and put away her tweezers.
"He's really good at healing," Hope said while Wade procured a new shirt, apparently from one of his little pouches.
"He is," Nathan agreed, crouching down. "And I have a surprise for you both." He revealed an armful of strange fruits and vegetables, letting them roll out onto the floor.
"You're the best boyfriend ever," Wade blurted out.
"Wow!" Hope fell to her knees, picking up different pieces of fruit/vegetables and staring at them. "What are they? What do they taste like? Why is this one prickly?"
"We'll have to find out," Nathan responded, looking up at Wade, who had come to join them. The younger man settled on the floor cross-legged and grabbed one of the fruit, tossing it around. "They aren't poisonous, and the locals harvest them to eat, but there's no guarantee."
"This reminds me of a cross between a pineapple and a peeled grape," Wade commented, squeezing the fruit like a rubber ducky. "Well, I'll be the guinea pig." He pulled his mask up to his nose and took a bit out of the strangely textured fruit. It was juicy, and that juice was apparently very, very purple in color. "Eeew!"
"Does it taste bad?" Hope asked.
"No, it got on me," Wade complained, fingering his new shirt that was now stained. Again. He sighed and continued to eat the fruit anyway, comforting himself that at least it wasn't vomit.
"It's getting on your mask, too," Hope bit her lip. "Why don't you take it off to eat, Mr. Wilson?"
"'Cause if I do, you'll puke again," Wade retorted. "Seriously, I look like roadkill hit by a flame thrower under here. But if these fruit turn out to be poisonous and we need to induce vomiting, give me a shout."
Hope pursed her lips together, carefully picking at the green fruit in her hands. She glanced at Nathan, who silently began slicing each piece of fruit into thirds so they could all share. "Nathan and I don't care, Mr. Wilson," she said quietly. She studied Wade carefully, and then picked up one of the pieces of fruit and offered it to him.
Part 5