10026/With roses

With roses
Date of Scene:	13 November 2019
Location:	Steve's Room, Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Wade and Steve stalk a roomba and take it PRISONER.
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Captain America

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Deadpool has posed:
A text comes through on Steve's phone:

>> I forget. Am I not supposed to enter your room when you aren't here?

Captain America has posed:
Steve, parking his bike within the mansion's garage, pauses when his phone blips. It's a particular ring tone and he blows a sigh as he pulls the device out of his coat pocket, squinting down at it. A few blinks and he glances in the direction of his room as if he suddenly had x-ray vision capable of seeing beyond the many layers of walls. Fingers fly.

>> I'd prefer you not do that, yes, Wade. Just got in, be there shortly as is.

Blip, it gets sent. Indeed, not but a few minutes later, the Captain opens the door to his bedroom. "Wade?"

Deadpool has posed:
>> Ummmmmmmmm, then I need a minute.

Steve did NOT give enough minutes, and Deadpool is there to dejectedly say it. "I needed maybe four minutes," Deadpool says. He's seated on the couch, and has a pizza: open and half consumed-- which he brought with him, on the coffee table. "I cannot eat pizza and leave /that/ quickly."

Captain America has posed:
"I didn't say you needed to leave, Wade," the Captain notes as he closes the door. Unzipping out of his motorcycle jacket shows a long-sleeved polo beneath in white and thin-lined hues of cool blues. He hangs it up on the brass coat-hooks set upon the wall and turns back to consider the Merc. "Maybe text me before you come into the room though, okay? You know I tend not to mind when you do that."

Walking over to the fridge, he stoops and opens it to root around within. "You want a beer to go with your pizza? Nothing fancy...no, wait, I take it back. It's all pretty fancy. Janet left behind some of the Smirnoff beers. There's...an Ice screwdriver 'nd a Hurricane Punch." Appearing with both in hand, he lifts one to each side in demonstration for Wade to pick one.

Deadpool has posed:
"Sometimes my teleporty-doohickey does not do the hallway. It feels weirder to walk back outside and pretend I did not appear in here in the first place. I'd be a lyng liarball of liarlies," Wade sighs. He had pulled his mask down when Steve entered as if he were yanking a shower curtain closed, but he pulls it back up over his nose bridge again.

He then pauses, looking at the beers. "I cannot decide," Wade says indecisively, with a whimper of sound. "I do not often have awesome time with screwdrivers so I'll have the other thing," Wade decides, reaching out his hand in a gimme-gimee motion.

Captain America has posed:
"Hurricane Punch it is." Steve glances down at the label as he walks over, frowning curiously at it. "I guess it's got a bunch of different fruit in it. Had a screwdriver before, but this'll probably be sweeter," he says of the other bottle in his hand with its bright wrapping of paper.

The Hurricane Punch gets handed off to Wade before the owner of the bedroom plops down on his couch. He reaches in and sans napkin, takes a slice of pizza. It's folded up in his hand, long-ways like a paper plane, and he takes a monstrous bite out of it. "Not bad," he mumbles around the mouthful. "Didn't think I was craving it, but now that 'm tasting it, must not have had enough calories for lunch." His eyes land on Deadpool sans judgement. "What brings you to my room, Wade?"

Deadpool has posed:
"Ummmmmm, I forgot, I need about ten more minutes," Wade says, thoughtfully, pausing. "Just like. Watch TV?" Wade thumbs up, puts down the drink, and rolls over the couch like he's dodging incoming gunfire. He then scampers into the actual bedroom area. There's some sounds. "Do you have a vacuum cleaner? One that can handle rose petals?"

"Hypothetically."

Captain America has posed:
The couch creaks as Steve turns at the waist to watch the Merc disappear towards his bedroom.

...and into his bedroom.

Those true-blue eyes narrow. His chewing slows and comes to a halt, leaving his lips pulled hard to one side and one cheek chipmunked with half-masticated pizza.

"...normally the mansion cleaning robots step in when there's a mess."

A beat and Steve sits there, pizza still tucked in his cheek and in his hand. The screwdriver beer remains sweating and unopened on the table.

"Hypothetical rose petals?" the Captain asks around the pizza, now working to swallow the whole lump at once, apparently.

Gosh, those ears tips are pink.

Deadpool has posed:
"They do, do they? Got it. Mission acquired. Yeah. You know. Just be you," Deadpool says, coming back out into the main room. He opens the door to the hall, pauses, and then pulls around a chair to put in the door. So it won't lock and will stay ajar.

Deadpool is a vision there in the open doorway: he looks one way, the other. Hums the mission impossible theme, and then goes bouncing off to the left.

Captain America has posed:
"Wuh -- "

Around the glob of pizza, Steve doesn't complete the word as he watches Wade then make his cinematic exit from the bedroom. The accompaniment by the sweeping spy theme song seems absurdly appropriate for the last flash of motion he saw from the Merc. A hard swallow means the mouthful does make it all of the way down after all.

Leaving behind a piece of pizza missing a huge bite resting in the open box, the Captain wanders over to his bedroom door and pauses at it.

And blinks.

And then mutters under his breath in Gaelic in a wending, half-confused tone of voice.

Rose petals are scattered everywhere and there's even two candles set on the bedside dresser.

Quick steps bring him to the hallway door and he sticks his head out, palms resting on the edge of the door and the frame of the doorway itself. "Wade?"

Deadpool has posed:
By then, Wade is gone off down the hall somewhere.

LOOSE in the Avengers mansion. With permission, clearly, by Captain America to go fetch one of the cleaning robots.

There's no possible way this could ever end badly.

Captain America has posed:
"Wade?"

No immediate response.

"Wade!" This time a little louder, still hushed to an extent, as if Steve knew better than to disturb his fellow roommates. Scoffing to himself, he exits his room and immediately gets to loping down the hallway to the left, given that's the direction he last saw the acrobatic blur of red-and-black.

"WADE?!" A little louder now. At least he remembered to slip out of his combat boots so socked feet make less sound at the pace of travel.

Deadpool has posed:
Some kissy-noises float from the stairwell. That's like a Deadpool duck-call, kissy-noises.

Or a robot-cleaner-bot-call? Maybe it's better not to diagnose a Deadpool action too closely.

Deadpool had gotten to the stairs, and is looking under a table in the main entryway area. And making kissynoises. "Stark Roombaaaaaa, where are youuuuu."

Captain America has posed:
What in the everliving hell is that sound?

Never mind: Steve recognizes it belongs to Wade about a half-second before he makes visual contact with the Merc downstairs. "Wade!!!" Still hushed, the Merc's name, as the Captain bumpa-da-bumps down the stairs in a quick rhythm of feet. "Wade, I can tell the robots to come clean up the mess, you don't have to wrangle one," he says on approach, torn between laughing at the idea of kiss-summoning one of Stark's creations and still wondering just who put the rose petals all about his bedroom.

Deadpool has posed:
"I think I've found one. I've figure out their language," Wade says, turning and pointing at the ground. The mercenary has dumped some soil out of one of the potted plants into the center of the floor with a florish of gesture. He then bounces back towards Steve, attempting to grab him by the hand and hide behind a table.

"Don't startle them. If they start to breed, I want to witness it."

Captain America has posed:
"Wade, they're not -- Wade, seriousl -- "

Tugged along behind the Merc like a big, blond tugboat, the Captain ends up half-crouched behind the table. He shakes his hand loose and then folds his arms after he stands up fully in view, giving Wade a patient look where he's out of sight. "Wade, they're not going to reproduce. They're robots. Stark has another one manufactured if it gets broken or he fixes it himself. Here, c'mon back upstairs. I'll tell JARVIS to send some to the bedroom."

A beat and his ears pink more. "...were those petals there when you showed up, Wade?"

Deadpool has posed:
"Sshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Wade insists, pushing down on Steve's shoulder and looking at the dirt on the carpet. A cleaning robot is coming! There it is!

"What petals?" Wade says distractedly. He starts to draw one of his swords from his back as the roomba begins to clean in a little circle.

Captain America has posed:
"The...uh. The rose petals in my bedroom, Wade."

Steve at least humors the Merc by leaning into the directive shove, but not once the katana appears. His eyebrows nearly disappears into his hairline.

"Look, Wade, you don't need to use the sword to catch the robot -- what am I saying." The Captain totally breaks cover against all logical hunting practices to begin walking towards the Stark-labeled roomba. "There were two candles too," he adds over his shoulder, apparently out to rescue the erstwhile wee cleaning-bot from nefarious plans!

Deadpool has posed:
"Wait. Tell JARVIS to send like eight. That way, when they breed, we can be sure their children won't be committing robotic incest," Deadpool says, patting at Steve's arm. He then releases him and stalks over to the robot, clearly intending to stab it unless Steve interferes MORE directly than just trying to race Wade to it.

Then Wade stops, and turns to Steve. "Wait. They're Stark babies. So they already are. Incestuous I mean. They shouldn't breed. I kind of feel like maybe nothing 'Stark' should breed?" Wade suggests, scratching his head with his fingers-- of the hand that's already holding the sword. The robot ignores him, cleaning dutifully. Wade sheathes the sword and instead just bends to try to pick up the bot.

Captain America has posed:
"Be kind, Wade." A 'tsk' follows the remonstration regarding the Stark-related comment. "If it starts smoking, put it back down," Steve adds even as he turns to walk towards the stairs again. A beckoning gesture encorages the Merc to follow him.

"'nd I'll tell JARVIS to send a fleet, how about that? I think there's nine to a fleet -- or six, 'm not sure." Is Steve trying not to laugh at the idea of a robot orgy in his bedroom?

Just maybe by the taut control of his voice and the fact that he's making a point to keep ahead of Wade...probably because it's clear by his expression that he's trying not to laugh.

Deadpool has posed:
"Like a smoke grenade," Wade agrees about the smoke thing. "Yay, I got it," Wade says cheerfully, picking up the robot and turning it 90 degrees to carry it while it tries to walk away. He brings it along towards the stairs, humming.

"I'm trying to think of an appropriate movie reference," Wade chatters. "WALL-E maybe. Waaaaaaaaalll-eeeee," Wade says, mimicing the female robot as they return to Steve's room with the captive in tow. "Now, robot hostage, you will clean or you will die," Wade tells the roomba.

Captain America has posed:
Wade does finally get a snicker out of the stoic man slightly ahead of him.

"Remember watching that one with Janet. It was cute. Liked the whole concept of rebuilding a world from one plant. It always starts with one person recognizing their own strength." His approval almost radiates from him as Steve goes to open the bedroom door and enter it again. He's hit by the smell of pizza and steps to one side to allow both Wade and his robot hostage in.

"...Wade, you didn't answer my earlier question about the rose petals," he notes with a patience now noticeably accented by a quizzical squint at the Merc.

Deadpool has posed:
"The hypothetical rose petals," Wade says, lifting a finger to attempt to touch Steve directly on the lips with a fingertip.

Just.

So.

Wade clears his throat, points at the couch, and carries the roomba into the bed area. "I also liked that movie. I remember parts of it. Like that we destroyed the world. Maybe I didn't see the end: my memory of it is really depressing," Wade comments, while guarding the door. No Steves in, no roombas out to the bed area.

Captain America has posed:
The fingertip approaches and at one point, Steve's unable to keep giving Wade the dubious squint. It means his eyes about cross watching the black-gloved finger bop off his lips.

A little shake of his head follows. "Wuh -- "

He watches the Merc and his robot walk over to the bedroom proper's door with a slack crossing of arms and lets out a slow sigh. "I'd recommend rewatching it then," he replies, choosing to stick to the topic of conversation at hand instead of getting a clear answer about the rose petals -- hypothetical rose petals. Wooden framing of the couch creaks as he sits down heavily upon again after retrieving his screwdriver fancy beer and popping the lid off. "It's not as depressing as you think."

Steve following the suggestion of 'you do you' apparently entails finishing his previously-abandoned piece of pizza in record timing.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade grows bored of supervising the cleaning robot, and comes back to the couch, sitting down next to Steve. One hand props up his cheek.

There's a strange scent, as well. It's those candles. One is Mint, the other is Spring Goddess. It smells a bit funky with the combination, but not terrible. Just ...odd. Particularly with the smell of the pizza as well.

"Is it more or less bleak of a future than 'Terminator?'" Wade asks conversationally, getthing his drink and slipping his mask back up to drink it.

Captain America has posed:
"Bit more hopeful than the end of 'Terminator'." Steve's got a second piece of pizza folded up in his hand now and most of the screwdriver beer is gone. He gives the bottle another doubtful look before tipping the rest of it back. His tongue tacks off the roof of his mouth twice before he licks his lips. "Too sweet."

Setting the empty bottle on the coffee table, the Captain then leans back into the couch with another sigh. "Don't forget about hope, Wade. Sometimes, it's all that'll get you through things."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade tilts his head some at Steve, charmed. His smile is large, on his destroyed face. It's hard to look at for some people.

"You have America's Hope. Just like America's Ass," Wade says, and opens up his arms for a hug. C'mon, right in there! Hugs for Wade!

Captain America has posed:
"...thank you, Wade."

And with his mildly-amused gratitude expressed, Steve does lean over to grant the Merc a one-armed hug. His arm falls around Wade's shoulders for a quick squeeze. Must not spill pizza sauce on the brilliantly-colored mercenary outfit after all.

Deadpool has posed:
Not that it would show. That's the point of the red and black. ...Food stains. Just go with it.

Wade snuggles in for the hug. "Just go with it," Wade advises, patting his friend on the chest once: but doesn't do anything else weird. He grins again and leans away. "Do you want the rest of the pizza? If so, all yours. I really ate it fast earlier. There was more than one box. I.... am not sure where the other box is," Wade observes. He looks around. Then under the couch.

"Found it."