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busemox2013-03-03 12:13 am
ishotyouuu) wrote in busemox2013-03-03 12:13 am
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[It's strange that wearing something other than his spandex ensemble would make him feel more naked in public, but there it was. Wade always was a master of contradictions. Even with the image enhancer in place, which gives him the appearance of what he'd looked like years before the cancer, the absence of cloth covering his face is enough to make him feel a little uncomfortable. But this place has recently opened, and he supposes they're not exactly used to costumed superheroes traipsing right on through. Not yet, anyway. Give it a few weeks.
As he sits there, alone in an unfamiliar Indian restaurant after waving away the waitress for the second time, he once again entertains the notion that he's been stood up. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened to him, and it's not as if he was prepared to make a big deal out of today anyway. After all, he's had tons of birthdays come and go without incident in his lifetime. What's one more?
Still, something causes him to keep glancing over at the entrance, waiting for a familiar face to come walking through. There must be some reason he keeps waiting, some reason he keeps holding back from eating a solo dinner and leaving to resume the festivities in the solitude of his apartment. It may seem pathetic and more than a little schmaltzy, but this is the first time Wade's ever had a chance to share this day with someone else in quite a long time.
He supposes that's worth waiting for, even for just another five minutes.]
As he sits there, alone in an unfamiliar Indian restaurant after waving away the waitress for the second time, he once again entertains the notion that he's been stood up. It wouldn't be the first time it's happened to him, and it's not as if he was prepared to make a big deal out of today anyway. After all, he's had tons of birthdays come and go without incident in his lifetime. What's one more?
Still, something causes him to keep glancing over at the entrance, waiting for a familiar face to come walking through. There must be some reason he keeps waiting, some reason he keeps holding back from eating a solo dinner and leaving to resume the festivities in the solitude of his apartment. It may seem pathetic and more than a little schmaltzy, but this is the first time Wade's ever had a chance to share this day with someone else in quite a long time.
He supposes that's worth waiting for, even for just another five minutes.]
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It's... look, I really don't wanna ruin the mood here. This whole night's been great. One of the best birthdays I've ever had. But there's just somethin' I need to get off my chest.
Y'know I never got to tell you why I threw the fight? At the hotel, I mean. Figured you'd wanna know about it sooner or later-- might as well be now. I know you think I'm still an asshole for doing somethin' like that. Any other instance you would've been right. Any other instance it'd be just for kicks. 'Cause I was bored and I wanted to troll you super hard or something.
'Cept... I didn't do it for kicks this time. I did it because... look, there was only one person who was gonna die in there. 'N that person woulda been you. Without fail. I'm not sayin' that because you suck or anything like that, it's just... I got a healing factor. A good one. An' you don't. There was only one way that fight was gonna end. And I just... I didn't want that to happen. You dyin'. Me killin' you. It just... wasn't how I wanted things to go, y'know? Even though I was paid to do it, I just... I dunno. Ever since we ran into each other at the hotel things have been... weird. Not sure what changed.
Like I said, before we got into this whole... situation, I thought you were just some egotistical douche with a silver spoon up his ass. Didn't know anything about what it was like to be dealt a raw deal by life. Then... I dunno. I just kept thinkin' back to the way you looked at me back there, back when you thought I was dead. No assassin as cocky as you make yourself out to be looks at his kills like that. Nobody's ever looked at me like that. Not for a while, anyway.
'N that was before the whole story with Bishop came out, and then I started really thinkin' about you and how you're interesting and funny and a blast to hang out with and real easy to talk to and you actually wanted to celebrate my birthday and...