Tʜᴇʀᴇsᴀ Cᴀssɪᴅʏ : ʙᴀɴsʜᴇᴇ (warningsiren) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-03-13 23:07:00 |
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She had fallen asleep. It made sense, considering it was 3am. Terry had been sitting on the couch with a notepad, a calculator, and the newspaper. She was gung-ho about this whole X-Factor thing. But she hadn’t been sleeping at night (factors of that were both fear of nightmares and Wade wanting to constantly touch her)-- so it wasn’t long before she was curled into a fetal position on the couch. In Terry’s nightmare, she was her father, dressed in his costume and everything. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was flying and then the Blackbird was coming straight at her. She couldn’t stop it. When it hit her, Terry let out a shout and nearly fell off the couch. Not too loud, but Wade’s ears would probably be ringing for a bit. "HOLY GUACAMOLE!!!!" Wade yelled, springing out of bed and running into the living room, throwing on his Garfield & Friends bathrobe and his mask as he ran. He skidded to a stop by where Theresa had been sitting, blinking in obvious concern from behind the mask. "Red? You ok? Either you just screamed or somewhere near here, Galactus scraped his nails against the world's biggest chalkboard." She leaned forward with her elbows on her knees, holding her face. She didn’t want him to see she had tears on her face. “Yeh, I’m fine. I dreamed that I was … I dreamed you were a circus clown.” Deflect! DEFLECT! Terry started to gather up her “work” and stack it neatly next to her on the couch. “Yer ears okay, darlin’?” "Uh-huh." He said skeptically, but didnt press the issue. When and if she wanted to trust him with this stuff... she would. "Would a martial arts demonstration cheer you up? I'm a master in the lost art of bukkake." He said, deadpan, trying to get a laugh out of her. Face it: it was his way. When emotions were out of control, Wade always resorted to humor. Terry looked up at him-- her eyes were red and cheeks were wet. But she just stared at him like he was a complete idiot. (A complete idiot she liked a lot). She giggled, despite trying to stifle it. “Shut up,” was all she managed to say. She looked down at her notepad for X-Factor preliminaries. It said “???, PROFIT” and she turned it around to show him. “I’m workin’ hard.” "Ooooo... doin' the X-Factor thing? I still want in, don't get me wrong, but originally I thought you were signing us up for the singing competition." He said in his most faux-serious tone, before sitting down beside her, casually stroking her hair. "Just so you know... whatever's bothering you, you can always turn to me. Unless what's bothering you is 'oh, that Wade is such a douchenozzle...', then I prefer you turn to someone else. I'm fragile." “I wanna get my mind off the shit I came here with,” she admitted to him. Terry tilted her head slightly, towards his hand as he stroked her hair. It was nice. She was glad for a moment, that she was sharing with him. She’d change her mind later if he announced for her not to go into the bathroom for at least forty-five minutes. “I dreamt about my da.” "You know... as dumb as it sounds.... he was one of the people I really wanted to witness the changes I'm trying to make." He admitted to her, looking away, as he usually did when opening up. "I wanted him to see that I could be worthy of his little girl." “I keep thinking--” She turned to the side, curling her legs up under her on the couch. “That he’s still alive. Somewhere. Like he went into hiding.” She looked hopeful, like she really really wanted to believe it. Him saying he wanted Sean to see him-- well, it was a bit much for her. "I wish I had something profound or something to say. Something that would soothe you." He sighed, knowing that he didn't. "Best I can do is offer to sex you up so bad you'll stop thinking about it. Or go grab us a Wii and play Mario Kart until our thumbs go numb." HE WAS TRYING, PEOPLE. OK??? "Oh, and I believe tacos and Oreo ice cream are required as well." She leaned into him, laying her head on his shoulder. “I’m so fucked up right now, I’m sorry. This was the worst time for me to come here.” No, there was a much worse time and she had no idea that it could have gotten that bad. “I’m sorry.” "You're mine now. No reason to apologize to me for anything." He thought about it, still stroking her hair, before saying in an equally soothing tone, "Unless you're somehow responsible for The Phantom Menace. THEN you got some major apologizing to do. I think Jake Lloyd gave me PTSD." He grumbled, once again reminding us all that while he was a genuinely decent guy... he also did NOT have both oars in the water. Terry wasn’t the greatest person to be around lately. When he said ‘you’re mine,’ it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She liked him. She loved him. But she didn’t want to be called that. “I ain’t belong to no one, Wade.” "Aww... you know what I mean, Terry. I ain't saying I OWN you... I just mean... you know... you're my girl. And I'm your guy. And I'm starting to sound like a damn Michael Bolton song here, huh." He realized with a defeated little grumble. "I know, I know. 'Shut up, Wade'. Got it." “You don’t need ta shut up. I’m jus’ ornery. Don’t give up on me jus’ yet.” The apartment was so quiet in between their sentences. It scared the living daylights out of her. She looked up at him. “You’re wearing the mask again.” "Oh. When I heard you scream, I thought someone was in here with you. I just..." Didn't want anyone else to see what he looked like, he thought, but shook it off. "I didn't wanna risk scaring any women or children, you know?" Yep. Of course he had to go to the jokes. He was just as broken as she was, probably MORE. He just hid his brokenness better, under a heavy veil of humor, sexual innuendo, and inane rambling. Terry’s expression softened, her body relaxed beside him. “Waaaade,” her tone slightly scolding. “Hey, c’mon. We should be thrilled. We’re in a completely differen’ universe. All the bad shit we had going on back home ain’t here. This is an awesome second chance. You want to be worthy of me? Stop talkin’ shit about yer looks. That’d be like me saying I was ugly. You’d get insulted, wouldn’t yeh?” "Well, yeah. Because you're smoking hot. I mean if I was saying untrue things, like 'OH HAY! I have a small schlong!' I could see you getting offended..." He said with a little smirk, obviously enjoying seeing her get defensive of him. Give a guy a break, he'd waited for years for this to happen, and had become convinced it never WOULD. “We’re not going to talk about your dick, Wade.” She said his name a lot, she realized. Maybe Terry was trying to convince herself that he wasn’t Deadpool. The mercenary. The murderer. "True. Why talk about it when I could be using it?" He asked with a sheepish little grin, taking a deep breath to steel himself before peeling that mask off. He had to keep reminding himself that she was ok with it, that she wasn't repulsed by him. To be honest, she was repulsed by him at one point. But when you become attracted to someone, they automatically become beautiful. Looking at them awakens feelings in you. “I might not be able to keep up with this superhuman stamina you got going on.” "Nothing superhuman about my stamina... That's just called 'being around the hottest chick I know'. Kinda hard not to be ready to go constantly when I look at you." He said, giving her a lopsided grin before turning his attention to her paperwork. "So... got anyone in mind for this shindig?" Terry rolled her eyes, “I meant--” She looked down at her notepad. “Yeah, so far I got four Deadpools, a weirdo,” (sorry L) “And uh, Claire? I guess she lives with the X-Men. Which I think I’ve been invited to do, but…” She made a face, like Kermit the Frog when he’s flustered. "Four Deadpools? Really?" He smirked, before furrowing his brow as if in deep thought. "...if I do it with Wanda, is that cheating or masturbation?" One of Terry’s eyebrows raised, “I know what you’re doing and I’m not falling for it.” She wasn’t going to get jealous. Nope. No jealousy here. "...still didn't answer my question though..." He said with a smirk, stroking her hair before taking a normal tone again. "If this agency is what you want... I'll make sure it happens. I promise." With huff that blew up her bangs, Theresa answered, “Cheating. Big time.” She refrained from saying You're my bitch. He might like that too much. His promise made her smile wide, “We just need the money to start it. Waitressing isn’t going to get us very far.” "I got ways." He said, leaving it at that. "You tell me how much you need, and you'll have it." God knew he had ways to get money,.even without having to hurt or kill anyone. “Jamie set us up with money he won on Who Wants to be a Millionaire.” She uncapped the pen with her teeth and wrote a number on the notepad. She then showed Wade. “Eh?” Terry made a sound like she was asking, with the pencap still between her teeth. "Pffffft. Won't be a problem. Trust me. Y'boy Wade'll get it done." He had several methods already swirling around in his head. Hey, if he had to bilk some companies out of a small fortune? Goddamn right he'd do it. “My boy? I only date men.” She spit out the pencap and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.” It was said casually, but god did Terry mean it. "Funny, I was thinkin' the same thing about YOU." He said, although... never one to leave a sweet comment be, "I mean, ironic funny. Not like, 'the snowball fight in Dumb & Dumber' funny." SIGH. He really, REALLY did mean well. And of course, he did catch that she said she was dating him. He knew better by now than to mention it, and instead just... let himself feel content at having heard it. "ANYHOO. Don't get those sexy little black panties of yours twisted over the money. I'll take care of it. You just sit back, be all hot and sexy, and... and... I dunno, start learning to play Mario Kart or something." “Wade, don’t insult me and say me job is to sit back and be pretty.” She paused, “I mean, I can do that, but there’s a lot of other stuff to do. I gotta find an office, I gotta find more staff outside of four Deadpools.” Her tone was joking, she wasn’t insulted. But damn, she wasn’t going to let him do EVERYTHING. "Ok, so POSSIBLY not the best way I could have put it. At least I managed not to say to calm down and go get me a sandwich." OH GOD, WADE. He smooched her on the head and thought of a better way to put it. "I guess what I *meant* was... you just worry about putting this all together how YOU WANT. Don't stress over the cashola, cos I got it covered." “You would have gotten a knuckle sandwich.” Terry was bluffing, she wouldn’t get all domestic abuser on Wade. “I just want to do something worthwhile here. That and I have no real-world skills. Can you imagine me as a waitress?” She paused, “Or you, for that matter?” "Hey! I have skills! I could probably be a kick-ass bodygu.....ard...." He said, trailing off at the end as, oh my good lord, he kind of realized that he COULD do something like that for extra money! "Oh my god, I could be a high-paid bodyguard!" He smirked, squeezing her a little more to him. So he liked how she felt against him. Shut up. She wrapped her arm around his middle. “There you go, something legal.” Terry then realized she was sitting on the couch in an apartment she shared with Deadpool-- the only man in her life that was a constant in her life. It was kind of terrifying so she untangled herself from him and sat up. “I can’t sleep on the couch. You going to take me to bed?” "Hmmmm.... let's see here. Cuddling and/or sex with the hottest chick I've ever seen. Yeah, I think I can do that." He said with an almost 'duh' tone to his voice, before standing and just... scooping her into his arms like she weighed nothing. "You ready to go do it like they do on the Discovery Channel?" She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he picked her up, a small squeal escaping her. “If you’re good, you can sleep in my bed tonight.” "Mmm. I like the sound of that. So... we're agreed? Bumpin' uglies in my bed, then sleepin' in yours? That way nobody has to sleep in the wet spot." Dear lord. And the sad part was... HE WAS TRYING TO BE NICE. He's a work in progress people. Have patience. |