Wade Wilson was not one for good luck.
So it just so happened that he had bumped into one somewhat familiar, can't-put-my-finger-on-it brunet after leaving a Freebirds (whose burritos were to die for)—
{ha, puns}*
—which turned into small talk, which turned into a debate on Indiana Jones of all things (because it just so happened that Wade had worn his Raiders of the Lost Ark hoodie), which easily turned into friendly banter and the exchanging of names and numbers.
And that was how Wade Wilson found himself thanking Fortuna as he stared at the (rather nice) back of whom he now knew to be the one and only Peter Parker.
Talk about luck.
"This is gonna make my job a hell of a lot easier." Wade found himself mumbling to his boxes that night.
{We can't kill someone with that nice of an ass! At least, not without 'going a few rounds' *wink wink nudge nudge*.}
[Not to mention how nerdy and smart he seems. Plus, he's one of the only people who can keep up with our rambling, and the only one who can actually keep up a conversation with us.]
Wade pushed down the fond grin he found himself wearing. "But he's killed people. He's killed kids. I'll get close to him, but only to make this job easier. We can't get attached to this guy."
[He didn't act like a murderer. He seemed like a pretty innocent kid.]
"So did Lilith."
White hummed in agreement, Yellow still spinning wild butt fantasies as Wade half-listened, turning back to polish his already-gleaming katanas, which almost seemed to hum in thirst**.
"Don't worry, babies. You'll feed soon."
*the yellow box is curly brackets { } and the white box is just normal brackets [ ].
**yay for Lloyd Alexander references! No one? okay
JE LEEST
What Hurts the Most
FanfictieThe saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies. And the truth will never hurt as much as the exposure of a lie. Especially when the lie is kept at the risk of your life, and the one betraying you is trying to kill you. But...
