11020/Somebody Touched Me

Somebody Touched Me
Date of Scene:	08 February 2020
Location:	Medical, Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Steve is visited by Wade in medbay.
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Captain America

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Deadpool has posed:
"You know, Stevie, I think sometimes I really don't get the full HERO EXPERIENCE," Wade sighs into Steve's ear. "I don't lay in medical and have people visiting me. It seems like it's a really big part of the whole thing. That, and like ... hanging out in a kitchen with a cup 'o joe and talking about the last baddie we fought. Or meeting random heroes in a bar. I mean, I can do that, but I /don't/. That's on me. That's a Wade Preference."

Pause for breath.

"But back to the experience of it all. I was thinking maybe I could lay here anyway even if I'm not hurt. Just for the experience. You'll share, right? Also, whatever disease you have, I can't catch it. If you are aching for human contact, I am able to oh-bliiiiige."

Wade is RIGHT THERE in the bed too. Because personal space? Or maybe it's just that it was the best seat in the house. Best not to question how he got under the covers.

Might have something to do with letting Wade do a scene set.

Sorry not sorry.

Captain America has posed:
It's right about when Wade is waxing philosophical about being unable to catch whatever space-flu Steve is basically over when the Captain comes to a groggy state of wakefulness. Someone definitely heard about how he was found sleeping in Tony's visitor-chair in the inventor's own medbay room AND the cheeseburgers and fries.

And someone doped the Captain up good 'for his own good'.

And that somebody might have been Dr. Pym.

Thaaaaaanks, Dr. Pym.

However Wade got under the covers, it's probably pretty warm with the amount of heat Steve puts off. He's already kicked his feet free of the blankets as it stands. Squinting, he turns his head to find Wade there and stares for a long two seconds.

"...Wade, why are you...why are you here?" A hand drag down his own face and he tries to sit upright, still woozy from the drugs. "'s'too warm, you gotta move. Can you sit inna chair, please?"

Deadpool has posed:
"A minute ago you were asking for snuggles. I'm more prone to listen to the Steve from that time instead of the Steve from now, just out of my own preferences, but if you really insist..." Wade's wearing his mask. Along with everything else. That is probably MORE comforting than if Wade had actually stripped down.

"You have a fever maybe. Or the opposite of a fever. If you're hot, you're cold, right? So you should be warmed. I'm really not sure which thing it means," Wade grouses, lost in his own confusion now. He attempts to put the back of his hand to Steve's forehead, though, which probably won't work with a glove on.

Captain America has posed:
"...wuz asking for snuggles?" Steve mumbles this even as he tries to push down a layering of the blankets. He's still wearing the blue terry-robe Janet brought him a day or two back, so the blanketing (along with Wade's own body heat) is more than sufficient to have him truly feeling as if he might be sporting a fever.

He frowns at the feeling of Wade's gloved knuckles brushing at his head and reaches up to try and push at it ham-handedly. "'m fine, Wade, thank you, jus' too warm. Go sit inna chair, please," the super-soldier repeats even as he blearily looks around for his cup of water off to one side on the table. Given the Captain hasn't had a haircut since he arrived back on Earth, he's got quite the bedhead going on at the moment. At least Janet had the foresight to shave off his beard -- that was itchy.

Deadpool has posed:
"On second thought, I might have hallucinated that. Or it was me that asked. Probably door number two," Wade says, but then begins to climb over Steve (Still under the covers) to maneuver his way across his body towards the OPPOSITE side of the bed. This is a shortcut.

Hopefully no knee will hit anything uncomfortable. It may happen. It probably isn't on purpose, this is just awkward. "I realize I could have gone around, by way of climbing onto the ceiling," Wade says, pausing partway over.

He then continues on to the opposite side and then climbs off, fully, rolling neatly over the rail and to his feet on the floor. He stands smoothly, standing up, and looks down at Steve. There's a sudden moment of weird threat, as the heavily armed mercenary standing over someone ill on a sickbed is generally not a particularly safe situation.

Captain America has posed:
Mission: Acquire Water is temporarily abandoned.

"Wade -- Wade, watch -- no, your knee -- "

Everything ends up safer than expected and Steve blows a sigh of relief. An unsteady stretch down to awkwardly flick the blankets back over his cold toes completes with a flump back onto the mounding of pillows again. Then, realizing there's a shadow motionless crossing his blanketed thighs, the Captain glances over at the Merc.

"You kin sit 'f'you want, Wade, no need t'be standing," he mumbles and flaps a hand towards the visitor's chair still pulled up fairly nearby to the cot. "I dunno who did this t'me, but I dun appreciate it. The...the drugs, I mean."

Deadpool has posed:
"Wasn't me," Wade cheerfully says, which entirely breaks the moment of eerie lurking. Wade nods a little and then snares the chair, pulling it towards him. ... only to see the naked toesies. Wade reaches out to pull the blanket and overly tuck in Steve's feetsies.

"But if you want some, we can DO it. I'm really good at sticking people with needles," Wade continues, chatty, but not aggressively so. He then splunks down in his chair.

"So. Why did you leave me, exactly? Into the portal? Our friendship does not easily bridge dimensional rifts."

Captain America has posed:
"'ppreciate that, Wade," says Steve of his toes being thoroughly covered against cold now. He shakes his head with a mild unsteadiness further echoed in his reach for the water glass. He snags it and it makes it to his lips with no splashes down his front -- little wins, little wins.

"N'thanks, dun'need more drugs. Got 'nuff in me right now." The quiet tone is rank with irritation, but he's still woozy enough not to get up to full dander. Still, Steve looks over at Wade with surprise clear on his face. "Din't leave you, Wade, portal took me." His free palm spreads across his own chest. "Believe me, I wasn't planning onna sudden vacation on th'other side of the galaxy." His true-blues shine with eloquent honesty even if he almost spills his glass in a random lack of attention in holding it. "An...alien...bounty hun'er? Soldier. No, what're they calling her inna Triskelion...?" Steve frowns down at his water glass like it might have answers.

"'nyways, she did it, 'nd Janet's gonna stick cicadas inna cell walls. 's'my idea," he lets on with a woozy half-smile at Wade, proud as sin.

Deadpool has posed:
"I would like to visit her too. With a lot of stabbing," Wade suggests helpfully. "I am not /entirely/ heroic and am very good at the stabbing, and you can look the other way, and...."

Some of that Steve actually is torturing the person sinks in. "You are literally torturing someone?" Wade just takes that in like a wave of the ocean hitting him. "Really? LIke actually you are intentionally and deliberately harming someone in your jail thing?" Wade taps one finger to his mouth.

"Like, I don't know how to feel about this. You were so pure and heroic. But you are not actually. I truly am torn between being pleased you are not REALLY a hero to being sort of sad at the loss of innocence for you. And me. In the ideal."

Captain America has posed:
"No, 's'not torture," Steve says with a grumpy wrinkle of his nose and a scowl. "Janet din't do it yet, probably won'do it at all. 'nd what you're seeing is me being human," he continues petulantly, " -- because 'm not just stars 'nd spangles 'nd the shield. 'm Steve Rogers 'nd once, th'Howling Commandos feared my poker skills because y'know why, Wade? Y'know why?"

This apparently requires a forefinger pointed at Wade because it's Very Serious Business.

"Because I fleeced 'em blind. 'm human. I use the latrine 'nd sleep 'nd cuss jus'like ev'ybody else does. Now, 'm also Cap'n 'merica, I get this, 'nd that's a big pair of boots t'fill, but inna end? 'm me. Can't be nothing but me. 'nd me, we get annoyed sometimes 'nd -- I -- I get annoyed sometimes when som'ody thinks 's'a good idea to just drop inna party //uninvited// 'nd try to go on about taking an Infin'ty Stone 'nd threatening my people! 'nd nobody threatens my people."

And so there, apparently, for all he flumps back into the pillows with a HUFF.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade taps a finger against his cheek, and then moves to investigate Steve's drug set up. "You have had ENOUGH, my friend," Wade says with a patpat of palm onto one of steve's hands that formerly was flailing. Wade diverts, though, to see about adjusting the IV machine to stop administering crazy juice: attempting to disengage whatever it is.

"I know crazy. I have a stamp card. You don't wanna stamp card," Wade says kindly, before plunking back down.

"I didn't know you pooped," Wade adds.

Captain America has posed:
"I don't wanna stamp card," Steve echoes in bleary agreement. If he takes any notice of Wade saving him from further drugging by playing with the machine, it's not obvious on his features or in his reaction. If anything, he slumps back more into the pillows. A sigh blown raspberries through his lips before he looks over at Wade from considering the ceiling tiles.

"Everybody poops, Wade. Also, did you come in through the ceiling again? I 'member the last time you visited, you crawled inna space between the floors. I said something about...a knife? No, was a 'knoife'."

And Steve Rogers //giggles//.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade looks at the machine. Then at Steve. And switches it back on subtly. Wade then sits back down, perched on the front edge of the chair's seat, and sets his elbows on the bed, chin resting on them. "I remember nothing about it. But it does sound like me. Wall-crawling madness. But I'm not Spider-man. But I can understand the confusion. I'm like. I dunno. Similar in colors. Without the blue. Or the webs. Or the morality."

Wade flutters his fingers on his chin and cheeks some, and then adjusts as if stroking an invisible beard.

"Wanna play scrabble?"

Captain America has posed:
"That game where each turn takes longer'n heart surgery?"

Steve is apparently not too drugged up to avoid quipping.

"Sure, Wade, did you bring the game? I dunno if it's in one of the cupboards or...wait, no, there's not gonna be board games in this room, what'm'I thinking?" He rubs at the side of his face again before he peers at the counters lining the far side of the room. "Dunno where to find Scrabble, Wade, sorry." The rest of the water disappears in a slug-back from the glass and he manages to return the container to the bedside table without it clattering away to the floor.

Deadpool has posed:
"Okay! I'll find it. Or something like it. Or we can play OPERATION," Wade ensures. "If I scream then you know you've hit the 'sides'," Wade prattles, gesturing to himself with a knife Steve probably didn't witness him drawing. Wade hops up, though, and dashes off into the hallway.

With a lovely accompanyment of 'INTRUDER' and flashing lights and things, and a similarly resultant scream.

Somebody touched the sides.