And while Harley pieced it together Wade's mind kicked into over drive. He was treated to images he'd long since forgotten which were now cast in a whole new light. Embarrassment had never been an issue with him given the horrors of his past. It was hard to focus on little shit when your biggest failures stood out in THX surround sound. And yet here he was feeling antsy and embarrassed cause of what he was saying. Since when did that happen?
Um, Maybe since you broke the universe and brought two companies together?
Yeah. Amalgam was before your time as a big shot, bucko.
Be glad you missed the horror of Spider-Boy.
"Alright guys. You're not helping right now. Why aren't you throwing all manner of knock knock jokes or dead baby jokes at me. Hell, I'd even settle for Anti-Humor right now to ease away this blood pounding in my ears bullsh--" And Rev did the thing that blocked it all away and cut the voices off mid sentence. The hand on his bitchin' sweater drew his eyes down and he was treated to a close up shot of those large, luscious and deliciously flavored lips of her seconds before they pressed to his.
The beard wasn't real and the image flickered at the intrusion to personal space. But that didn't matter. The second it was over it sprang back up real as life. The merc's mouth hung open in the aftermath while his brain went through the process of rebooting. The only response he had to her questions was a simple, "Guh..."