[Fic] Sugar and Spice part 5
Title: Sugar and Spice 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: 1,021
Summary: Hope tells her dad Nate something Very Important.
Warning: There's so much tenderness, it may be fatal. Read with caution.
Previous parts: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Important Author Notes: Firstly, I apologize for the shortness. It was highly important to have this as it's own chapter. Too much cuteness at once can be fatal. Secondly, there MIGHT be a delay in posting Six but hopefully not. See, I told some of you it would be the bad everything changes chapter. Well, I realized I had mistakenly rushed over a Very Important scene between Nate and Wade. As I kept writing, I realized that it would just make everything fit in retrospect. And it would just be guh-worthy as well.
So Six will still be a smoopfest, and Seven begins the angst. Never fear. Problems only arise so they can be resolved.
Hope's Chapter
This was how Nathan saw the new world: It was a complex civilization full of political conflict that was better off avoided. Although the surface was hostile, they had a safe place to hide; Wade had discovered an old network of tunnels beneath the city that probably hadn't been used in hundreds of years. Their technology was sophisticated, and if he kept searching perhaps he could find the right components needed to fix the time mechanism in his arm. In the meantime, he didn't feel too much moral conflict about skimming food from supplies that were being shipped to the central government building. The politicians were corrupt totalitarians, and the current agricultural harvests were over-abundant with crops.
How Wade saw the new world: It had food. Lots of food. Food that actually tasted good.
Even though they had to stay underground, it was a blessing to be right underneath a city. It was dark at first, and that made Wade and Hope both pretty miserable, but Nathan remedied the situation quickly. He managed to steal or create all the lights they needed to illuminate the stretch of tunnels that they made into their stomping grounds. The lights ran off of battery packs that could be recharged in sunlight during the day. Wade helped hang many of them with glee, making a canopy of lights above their bed while singing Christmas carols.
Nathan scouted for materials and food over the next few weeks, always leaving Wade behind with Hope. He brought back exotic fruits and vegetables, as well as spices to garnish up the plump rats that Wade killed in abundance.
"Nature returned," Nathan explained to Hope one night after their dinner. "The strong species survived and returned. They were able to adapt to their new environment."
"But there was nothing here before."
"That's just part of nature's cycle. Sometimes a forest burns to the ground. Even though it seems like there's nothing left, and it looks devastating, it's still a healthy part of nature's cycle. Clearing the land makes room for regrowth. Nature always comes back."
"But what if it doesn't?" Hope asked again, doubtful.
"Then the land goes barren," Wade said. "The soil erodes, the little mice die, the big animals start eating each other and then die, and the humans starve to death, society crumbles, and the stash of nuclear warheads in Switzerland detonate, cracking the earth in half and destabilizing the entire solar system until all the planets crash into the sun. And only Pluto will be left because they say it's not a planet anymore, but look who got the last laugh? All because those stupid little plants wouldn't grow back. But you know what? This planet is lousy with plants. Plants will grow between your toes if you let them. So I'm pretty sure all that won't happen until all of the seas are boiled up. Which as far as you're concerned, little miss, will never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever happen. 'Cause Daddy Nate just won't let it."
Wade wrapped Hope in his arms, dragging her down onto the soft bed that they all shared. It was enormous and made out of blankets, cushions, pillows, and any sort of soft stuff or cloth that Nate could swipe from the city above without it being missed. All of it was conglomerated into a fluffy pile that Wade referred to as their 'nest'.
The big bed was Wade and Hope's favorite part of their underground home, and even though Nathan didn't say it out loud, Hope thought he liked it too because he always smiled when it was time to go to sleep and let her snuggle between them. One of the best parts about the bed besides how comfy it was, was that now they all slept side by side and they got to hug each other, and Hope loved it when Wade hugged her. And Wade loved to hug Hope, especially when he was asleep. It was like he couldn't help it. She used to feel safe when Nate held her in his arms. Now Wade got to hold her, and Nate held both of them at the same time because his arms were big enough.
That was how they settled in that night, with Wade's arm locked around Hope's waist, warm and snug like a blanket. Nathan's arm was stretched out to cradle Wade's shoulders, and in a way hugging Hope at the same time because she was squished in between them so tightly.
Hope heard Wade distinctly mumble something about oranges in his sleep. Unable to turn around, she looked up at Nate questioningly, pleased to find an equally confused expression on his face. They shared a silent giggle and Nate reached out to rub Wade's shoulder until the sleep-talking stopped.
Wade was always talking in his sleep, and neither Summers ever understood what he was dreaming about. He said silly things that made them laugh. Sometimes he said Hope's name, but mostly he said Nathan's name. And Nathan would get a goofy look on his face that reminded her of an earlier time, a time when they had settled down and things were safe and good for so long that they both almost felt like they'd found the real meaning of 'Home'.
"Nathan?" Hope whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Remember when we lived in New Liberty and we met Mommy?"
"I do," Nathan answered, nodding solemnly.
"Remember when you said that I needed to have a mom, and you asked me if it was okay if you married Mommy and I said it was 'cause we both liked her and she made us happy?"
Nathan was silent, waiting for Hope to speak.
"You don't have to ask this time," Hope said. "I like Mr. Wilson a lot, and you should marry him because I know you like him too and I want him to stay with us."
Nathan blinked slowly and looked at Wade, sleeping literally only an arm's length away. He squeezed Wade's shoulder under his hand, and then leaned down and kissed the top of Hope's head.
"Go to sleep, little one."
Part 6
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: 1,021
Summary: Hope tells her dad Nate something Very Important.
Warning: There's so much tenderness, it may be fatal. Read with caution.
Previous parts: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Important Author Notes: Firstly, I apologize for the shortness. It was highly important to have this as it's own chapter. Too much cuteness at once can be fatal. Secondly, there MIGHT be a delay in posting Six but hopefully not. See, I told some of you it would be the bad everything changes chapter. Well, I realized I had mistakenly rushed over a Very Important scene between Nate and Wade. As I kept writing, I realized that it would just make everything fit in retrospect. And it would just be guh-worthy as well.
So Six will still be a smoopfest, and Seven begins the angst. Never fear. Problems only arise so they can be resolved.
Hope's Chapter
This was how Nathan saw the new world: It was a complex civilization full of political conflict that was better off avoided. Although the surface was hostile, they had a safe place to hide; Wade had discovered an old network of tunnels beneath the city that probably hadn't been used in hundreds of years. Their technology was sophisticated, and if he kept searching perhaps he could find the right components needed to fix the time mechanism in his arm. In the meantime, he didn't feel too much moral conflict about skimming food from supplies that were being shipped to the central government building. The politicians were corrupt totalitarians, and the current agricultural harvests were over-abundant with crops.
How Wade saw the new world: It had food. Lots of food. Food that actually tasted good.
Even though they had to stay underground, it was a blessing to be right underneath a city. It was dark at first, and that made Wade and Hope both pretty miserable, but Nathan remedied the situation quickly. He managed to steal or create all the lights they needed to illuminate the stretch of tunnels that they made into their stomping grounds. The lights ran off of battery packs that could be recharged in sunlight during the day. Wade helped hang many of them with glee, making a canopy of lights above their bed while singing Christmas carols.
Nathan scouted for materials and food over the next few weeks, always leaving Wade behind with Hope. He brought back exotic fruits and vegetables, as well as spices to garnish up the plump rats that Wade killed in abundance.
"Nature returned," Nathan explained to Hope one night after their dinner. "The strong species survived and returned. They were able to adapt to their new environment."
"But there was nothing here before."
"That's just part of nature's cycle. Sometimes a forest burns to the ground. Even though it seems like there's nothing left, and it looks devastating, it's still a healthy part of nature's cycle. Clearing the land makes room for regrowth. Nature always comes back."
"But what if it doesn't?" Hope asked again, doubtful.
"Then the land goes barren," Wade said. "The soil erodes, the little mice die, the big animals start eating each other and then die, and the humans starve to death, society crumbles, and the stash of nuclear warheads in Switzerland detonate, cracking the earth in half and destabilizing the entire solar system until all the planets crash into the sun. And only Pluto will be left because they say it's not a planet anymore, but look who got the last laugh? All because those stupid little plants wouldn't grow back. But you know what? This planet is lousy with plants. Plants will grow between your toes if you let them. So I'm pretty sure all that won't happen until all of the seas are boiled up. Which as far as you're concerned, little miss, will never ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever happen. 'Cause Daddy Nate just won't let it."
Wade wrapped Hope in his arms, dragging her down onto the soft bed that they all shared. It was enormous and made out of blankets, cushions, pillows, and any sort of soft stuff or cloth that Nate could swipe from the city above without it being missed. All of it was conglomerated into a fluffy pile that Wade referred to as their 'nest'.
The big bed was Wade and Hope's favorite part of their underground home, and even though Nathan didn't say it out loud, Hope thought he liked it too because he always smiled when it was time to go to sleep and let her snuggle between them. One of the best parts about the bed besides how comfy it was, was that now they all slept side by side and they got to hug each other, and Hope loved it when Wade hugged her. And Wade loved to hug Hope, especially when he was asleep. It was like he couldn't help it. She used to feel safe when Nate held her in his arms. Now Wade got to hold her, and Nate held both of them at the same time because his arms were big enough.
That was how they settled in that night, with Wade's arm locked around Hope's waist, warm and snug like a blanket. Nathan's arm was stretched out to cradle Wade's shoulders, and in a way hugging Hope at the same time because she was squished in between them so tightly.
Hope heard Wade distinctly mumble something about oranges in his sleep. Unable to turn around, she looked up at Nate questioningly, pleased to find an equally confused expression on his face. They shared a silent giggle and Nate reached out to rub Wade's shoulder until the sleep-talking stopped.
Wade was always talking in his sleep, and neither Summers ever understood what he was dreaming about. He said silly things that made them laugh. Sometimes he said Hope's name, but mostly he said Nathan's name. And Nathan would get a goofy look on his face that reminded her of an earlier time, a time when they had settled down and things were safe and good for so long that they both almost felt like they'd found the real meaning of 'Home'.
"Nathan?" Hope whispered.
"Hmm?"
"Remember when we lived in New Liberty and we met Mommy?"
"I do," Nathan answered, nodding solemnly.
"Remember when you said that I needed to have a mom, and you asked me if it was okay if you married Mommy and I said it was 'cause we both liked her and she made us happy?"
Nathan was silent, waiting for Hope to speak.
"You don't have to ask this time," Hope said. "I like Mr. Wilson a lot, and you should marry him because I know you like him too and I want him to stay with us."
Nathan blinked slowly and looked at Wade, sleeping literally only an arm's length away. He squeezed Wade's shoulder under his hand, and then leaned down and kissed the top of Hope's head.
"Go to sleep, little one."
Part 6