Who: Deadpool and Steve What: A distraction lunch Where: Cafe near the dumpster Deadpool frequents When: Backdated to the afternoon of the 22nd Rating: It's Deadpool, so probably high Status: Closed, ongoing
This was much more familiar. Explosions, risks to life, loss of public safety and some chaos, this felt far more familiar than the tranquil, sleepy nature of existence Storybrooke had offered up to this point. Familiar didn't make it welcoming, although Steve would be lying if he didn't say that this type of situation fit like a glove. It was a position he slid into far earlier than a normal life, even if he'd in the past made attempts at both. Every time though the job had beckoned him back, putting him on a path that was an avenue wide and left no room for anything else. He couldn't complain, though. It was a purpose, one he gladly took on and often did well. They weren't in their typical surroundings now, however. Storybrooke might have magic, but it didn't have a great deal of their usual resources, nor did it have many situations to keep a crazed mercenary occupied in a small, confined area.
Steve didn't like to say anything was inevitable, but it wasn't surprising that an explosion had occurred despite his and Logan's best efforts to keep Wade in line. Thankfully, a warning had been sent in time. Thankfully, no one was hurt this time. It was the this time part that set Steve's teeth on edge, made his mind work several steps ahead on how to minimize this risk they'd all been dealt. Deadpool, Wade, was one of theirs in a sense. It was their responsibility, to both the town that had welcomed them and deserved protection, and also in a way to Wade himself.
It wasn't entirely Wade's fault. He did try to contain himself, Steve could see that. What had happened to him wasn't something that Steve took lightly, and Wade had stuck his neck out for their side in the past. Wade's past also wasn't something Steve enjoyed disclosing to others. He'd held off, informing in only the barest of terms those that needed to know for reasons of defense. Being driven insane wasn't something Steve thought everyone's business. It wasn't something anyone, including Deadpool, should've gone through. Yet he had, and the situation was what it was, and trying to distract and keep an eye on Deadpool was for the moment what could be done.
As he arrived at the cafe, Steve kept a nose and eye out for the particular, faintly decrepit odor and sight of a large, masked figure. It tugged at Steve's heart a little that Wade had felt so excited over this meeting. In the past they'd butted heads more often than not, most of their interactions dealing with working together or trying to put Wade in jail. If at all possible, Steve wanted to minimize violence here. If this could be another way to do that, connect with Wade and keep him out of trouble while the others dealt with the bomb sent, it was a path Steve was more than willing to try. Perhaps it could work now, maybe sometimes in the future. Steve was an optimist.
And everyone, including Deadpool, deserved him making every attempt to keep things peaceful when possible. If possible. For as long as possible.