6282/I WILL DO IT

I WILL DO IT
Date of Scene:	26 January 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Deadpool is injured; Steve and Jessica deal with the blood spatter.
Cast of Characters:	Captain America, Deadpool, Spider-Woman (Drew), Wasp (van Dyne)

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Captain America has posed:
Curiosity doesn't always kill the cat -- however, research is a process that sometimes takes a while and can be tedious. Thank goodness the Captain is known for having a stubborn streak a mile wide. His own interest in Cranston Multinational Shipping along with the claim that one Miss Cranston's grandfather knew him back in the war has led him to the library.

In an appropriately-sized dark-blue sweatshirt sporting a white Avenger's 'A' on it and a pair of jeans, he's seated at one of the tables on the second floor of the library space. He has an old requisitions log from the 1940s at his left hand and a spiral notebook at his right; the short-hand notes are mostly legible in blue ink. Another hand's width to the right is a cup of coffee and a brownie. Steve's focused on his work and ignoring most everyone else around him, should anyone manage to wander upstairs.

Deadpool has posed:
Something odd arrives in the library. It appears that one of the party guests from whenever/whatever party has gotten loose (or lost). It's a super sassy bleached-blonde gal, barely dressed in a slip of silver dress. No shoes.

It's a Freudian slip, by the look of it: it's sliding up one thigh to show too much, then up the rear to show too much, then trying to escape across the front: it's slippery, yo. Like someone's thoughts are all over the place, if those thoughts were trying to maintain the dress.

She looks entirely lost and grumpy, until she spots Steve. FINALLY. Steve wasn't in any of the broom closets.

The party guest crosses the room with a certainty, and then lunges into a pouncing leap. "Steeeeeeeeeee-ve, catch meeeee!" cheers the 'lady' in a very reasonable falsetto, while airborne, intending to land on the table, and probably slide across it on a hip at the hero.

Incoming.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Ohhhh my Godddd," comes a singsongy voice from an entrance at the stairs. Jessica is focused on getting her phone up and aiming it toward the happy couple. She snaps a pic, and then promptly texts it to Janet along with a short text: "Looks like Steve made a new friend. Poor Power Bottom." She shakes her head incredulously as she makes the compromising photo her lock screen wallpaper, then slips her phone into her back pocket. "So, making friends and influencing people today, Steve?"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
There's a buzzing of wings from a few rooms down and Janet alights on Jessica's shoulder. She grabs a lock of Jess' hair for balance, the four-inch woman balancing on Jess' shoulder easily. "Oh it's so cyooooooote," she singsongs, in a high-pitched voice. "That Wade. You know, that's true love right there," she tells Jessica. "Who else would get in an outfit like that to impress his boyfriend?"

Captain America has posed:
The pen pauses in its notations as Steve glances up at the first arrival to his table -- and stares, intensely enough to show the whites of his eyes. His mouth drops open. His brain wants to say, "M'am, you must be lost, Tony's party is back that way upstairs" but words become difficult to find once the sveltly-dressed blonde is flying at him -- literally. Here she comes, across the table, and it's all Steve can do to shove the coffee mug aside before it gets taken out by a long shin. There goes the brownie and plate, tumbling to the floor, and there go his notes. Pages of paper don't exactly explode everywhere, but there will need to be some hunting.

He almost upturns in his chair himself attempting to catch her across his arms, but the blonde woman does not end up on the floor after all. Steve stands upright after a step away from the table with her loosely cradled and continues looking boggled. However, the sound of melodic cooing and a small set of comments in a very familiar voice have him looking up, mouth still hanging ajar.

"What...?" A beat. "WADE!" Steve's expression goes thunderous.

And the Captain summarily unrolls the buxom blonde from his hold and onto the library's carpeted floor, having observed that what should have been soft skin feels more like suit-material -- splat.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade is ecstatic he was recognized so immediately, even with a disguise on! "How did you know it--- AH," Wade began, both arms straight up in a cheerleader pose that did great things for the inducer-image-created buxom quality. Legs were pointed, too, dress more a belt at this point...

But Wade-lady was dropped, and hits the floor flat on his/her back with a huff. Disoriented, he grabs the table, leaving a bloody handprint while adjusting grip a little more. Suddenly, the induced image of the blonde spazzes a little, because Wade snatches up a gun from his hip and points it at the doorway: the inducer didn't know what to do with the gun at first, but now it's materialized in the woman's hand: along with a crazed-lunatic expression. Just the expression you want when someone points a gun your way.

"That's what she said!" Wade announces in his own voice to a voice inside his head that must require yelling. And looks left, starting to aim at a new invisible target, tracking it quickly.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica blinks and shouts, "GUN!" She dives sideways, rolling behind a table as NekkedLadyWade changes targets and starts tracking...apparently nothing. She peers out from behind the table and repeats Steve's realization curiously. "Wade....?" She slowly starts to rise. Then, with wider green eyes, "Cap, are you bleeding?" She gapes in horror at the reddened A on Steve's chest. "What the hell is going on here??" She races over to Steve as the crazed woman points the gun around erratically. She's dressed in her usual: jeans, boots, a brown leather blazer, and a thin ivory sweater, but at the neckline, crimson can be seen, with a flash of gold.

Captain America has posed:
Steve's already shifted from glowering indignity to defense mode; his hands are upraised and out, balancing on his sneakered toes even as he works to calculate which direction the gun might be aimed next. Jessica's question regarding blood on himself makes the Captain blink and glances briefly down at his chest. Indeed, the white A is partially and glaringly wetted with fresh blood.

"It's not mine," he replies quickly to Jessica before shifting attention back to not-Wade. "Stay back, something's up." Excellent observation, Captain Obvious. "Wade. Wade!" He tries the man's name twice before reaching out to snag at the nearest wrist. Beneath the illusion of skin, he feels what could be a watch -- something like a watch? -- collapse not into dysfunction, but as if a button were depressed or screen touched.

Deadpool has posed:
"I hear ya," Wade growls at the Captain's voice without looking, assuming it's in his head too. Jessica's movement pulled the gun to be aimed her way, tracking her roll with precision.

Then he's grabbed. Wade swings the gun extremely quickly to Steve. It's a quick little jerk of reflex, and the tension on the trigger nearly squeezes a round. Instead, Wade spins around into the grab, allowing his wrist to be entrapped, and brings the nose of the gun up under his buddy's jaw.

But recognition stops much anything else.

The image of the woman drops, as the watch is prodded. Which leaves Wade there in his usual costume; there's a lot of blood all over him, originating at the head. There's a brown object stuck in his skull towards the back.

"Hi," Wade says, relaxing the finger on the trigger and pointing the gun to the side. He attempts to lay his head on Steve's shoulder. He reeks of blood.

"I see no need to take me home," Wade whispers. "I'm old enough to face the dawn."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica approaches slowly now, watching Wade cautiously. "Steve, you seeing this?" she asks, her eyes never leaving Wade's head, and the object lodged therein. "You finally did it, huh Wade? Pissed someone off enough to stick a tire iron in your brain?"

Finally, Jessica looks to Steve. "Cap, if my research is right his healing factor is even better than mine. But it's hard to heal a skull with a 9 Iron in it. We gotta get whatever that is...out. And preferably not get brain matter and blood on the books."

Captain America has posed:
Just a hair not fast enough to grab at the weapon, Steve merely holds very still while that gun is pointed unerringly at him. Thank god for recognition wending its way through confusion and pain. The soldier doesn't relinquish his grip on Wade's wrist if only to continue to maintain some form of control over the erratic behaviors.

"Wade, you gotta start ringing the doorbell instead of showing up like this." It's all he can manage at first. His eyes flick to Jessica and then back to the Merc's head. Oh yes -- the brown thing, definitely a foreign object embedded where it's not supposed to be. "I remember reading something about his healing factor in his file, yes," he explains to Jessica. The admission of researching Wade might be amusing enough.

It sounds crazy, but... "Wade. You want me to pull that out of your head?" he asks the bloodied man. "You might heal fast enough that I can do it and not risk you further."

Deadpool has posed:
"There's something stuck in my head?" Wade asks relatively rationally. He offers Steve the gun. "Hold this a sec," and begins to dig in the pouches on his hip. Various items fall out: some burned popcorn, a lighter that might have belonged to Wolverine, four striped poker chips, a lego-movie keychain, and a small mirror.

He turns the mirror, getting blood on it. He pauses. "Breathe," he asks Steve, putting the mirror in front of Steve's mouth. He doesn't wait long enough for a breath, he starts to try to wipe it on his other 'sleeve'. It gets more coated in blood for his efforts. He then attempts to use the blood-covered mirror to look. Not that he can see anything in it.

"I think I'm bleeding a little." He then tries to grope back over his head towards the object, but Steve is still holding that wrist, so he doesn't get far. Wade looks in surprise at the hold, as if just discovering it. "Easier if you hold my hand, not the wrist. I have handcuffs for that if you like it, though."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jess rolls her eyes, just trying to resist the urge to yank the object out of his head. "I'd probably be faster, and a little more precise, Steve," Jess offers. "Besides, one of us would have to hold him down, and we all knows he prefers men. Preferably men named Steve."

Breathing a laugh, Jessica shakes her head. "Steeeeve, catch meeee..." she chides, with her best cheerleader pose.

Captain America has posed:
The gun offered is a gun taken. Steve quickly secures it and then slides it away across the table, out of immediate reach but for a preventable lunge on the Merc's part. His palm has some blood on it now from the sullied grip of the weapon, but he stalwartly ignores this in lieu of the cavalcade of odd behaviors on display. His head cants away from the ichor-smudged mirror and he gives Jessica a bewilidered side-glance in passing.

"We don't need handcuffs, we need that out of your head," he says to Wade, sounding both worried and exasperated. That the man in the crimson-and-black suit is still standing with the object embedded where it is speaks to his healing factor in action; it'd be impressive from a distance, when one wasn't intimately involved with preventing further chaos.

Jessica gets a harder look for her singsong imitation of earlier. "You and I are gonna talk later. You grab for it when he's distracted," he mutters at her, still game to at least get the damn thing out of Wade's head.

"Wade, gimme your other wrist," the Captain then says, affecting a calm command. Hopefully that's enough distraction to allow Jessica to make a grab for it?

Deadpool has posed:
"Got a bath tub or a shower? Easier cleanup. I spray," helps/confides Wade, putting the bloody mirror back into his pouch pocket, and then waggling his fingers at the gun, expecting to get it back. But it's vanished. The merc looks for it only for a minute, before spinning around to put his back into Steve's chest, drawing his other wrist across himself in an awkward manner, but it may just cause Steve to embrace him that way. He looks up behind him towards Steve.

And does strike the brown thing a bit on the other guy. It doesn't seem to cause much effect at first. "Let's go! I'll walk nicely. Maybe. I have such a loud song in my head I feel like you should be able to hear it," Wade adds in a stange-whisper, but he seems reasonably tame for the moment. Compared to nearly shooting them both not a few minutes previous.

"Carry meeeeeee," Wade flirts.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Maybe you /should/ carry him," Jessica suggests to Steve. "It might keep him from running off to chase cartoon unicorns or something. We can take him to the showers, so they can be hosed down, afterward." Jess seems to be taking this all in stride, somehow. She's probably pretty messed up in there somewhere, too.

Captain America has posed:
Leaning away from the face of the Merc, Steve still manages to give Jessica an incredulous frown. "I told you to grab it!" he hisses towards her.

"And I'm not carrying you," he says louder for the edification of everyone nearby. "If you can slide across the library table, you can walk to the bathroom. Come on," and he drops his hold on Wade's wrists as he backs away from the man. A quick reach across the polished wood surface and he grabs up the gun before anyone else can attempt it.

"We'll...yank that thing out and hose you down too," the Captain says as evenly as he can manage as he begins to walk away, signaling for both Jessica and Wade to follow him.

Deadpool has posed:
Letting go of Wade means he's free to do whatever he wants. In this case, he bounds ahead of Steve towards the hallway, humming. "Okay, just bring my gun, then," Wade says without looking over his shoulder. He does grab the doorframe as he passes through it, as if to be certain it actually is there. He then gets lost in the hallway, bounding the wrong way entirely: towards the door to the front.

Do they stop him, though?

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"Wade...the showers are this way." Jess motions the other direction. "I'm not pulling that thing out of your head in the dining hall. Brains, last time I checked, are still a biohazard, and look too much like that crap they put in the jello molds, as it is."

Captain America has posed:
"Wade!" Steve's stern echo of the man's name echoes in the foyer of the mansion after Jessica is done speaking. "She's right, this way. We can hose you down after it's removed and take you to the Medbay if you want." He plucks at the bloodied sweatshirt to adjust it on his body and sighs. And he liked this sweatshirt too -- and Tony's going to ask why it disappeared and the Captain is only so good at telling lies.

Steve heads towards one of the guest bedrooms and its shower, a double-wide tiled affair with telescoping shower head to get between the shoulderblades. "Try not to..." He doesn't finish that sentence. Blood's going to get everywhere regardless in the room, even if it's merely little drops on the carpeting here and there.

Deadpool has posed:
"Wow, your voice. It's so persuasive," Wade says aloud, turning back, and slowly returning towards Steve, thoughtful, head tilted. It makes the object jutting out of his head extremely.. ridiculous. The behavior just doesn't fit someone that should probably be dead on the ground with that head injury, that it lends a feeling of being outside of reality.

But Wade will come along now like an obedient (if bouncy) puppy. "I'm not good at instructions but shit, what else can I do for you?"

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica just sighs, and follows behind Wade and Steve. "I'm definitely gonna need a margarita or seven after this..." She notes the blood dripping along the way, left in footprints, and smeared on walls that Wade touches, or bounces off of.

Captain America has posed:
Steve nods to himself about the alcoholic drinks. Maybe Thor has some of the mead still lying around...

"You can follow me, Wade," the Captain then says as he walks into the bathroom and into the shower itself. He doesn't take off any of his clothing or make to leave his shoes on the bathmat. "Get in the shower. We'll pull out the piece of wood here." He steps back to allow the space necessary for the Merc to enter. "And do not hug me," Steve's sure to add, his tone all calm steel.

Deadpool has posed:
"We can all have drinks," Wade tells Jessica. "I have some drinking songs!" Wade proclaims, immediately sharing one: "Shoooow me the way to go home; I'm tired and I want to go to bed! I had a li'l drink about an hour ago and it's gone right to my head---"

Wade passes into the bathroom smoothly and steps into the shower and promptly drops to his knees, gropes both hands back to the piece of wood, and starts to pull on it himself.

It goes nowhere, so he starts to twist it, and it splinters some ----

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"DUDE, stop you're making it WORSE." Jessica nearly retches as Wade is splintering the shrapnel and making the hole bigger. "Steve, do you want to jerk this out or do you want me to? Either way, one of us has to hold him still so the other can get better leverage. Your call. Or I'll rock, paper, scissors you for it.

Captain America has posed:
"Wade!" Steve makes to grab at the Merc's hands and it means stepping into the man's personal space. This close, he definitely smells like the sweet metallic cloy of blood. "Stop! STOP! Look at me. Right here -- stop and look at me." He makes to try and hold eye contact with those blank white eye-spots on the mask. His eyes are wide and yet very blue somehow.

Quickly and quietly, he says to Jessica, "Yank it out while he's distracted! Now!"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade stops what he's doing, looks up a little bit. Twists the wood a tiny bit more.

But then he accepts the request of Steve and the direction to pull his hands down: Steve, who is now in his personal space. Wade lets go of the wood to set his hands on Steve's neck gently. It's not at all strangle position, but tender. After all, he's been asked to look into Steve's eyes, so!

"I'm not distracted," Wade says simply, though. The darkness and weight of the tone very clearly says that he's aware he's about to hurt.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica can lift tons upon tons. This is nothing. Like lifting a kleenex from Deadpool's nightstand. Not that she would ever, EVER do that. She grabs hold of the wooden whatever it is, and pulls it out quickly, as if it were a splinter. "Oh God, the blood..." She covers her mouth to hide a dry heave.

Captain America has posed:
"I'm sorry it's gonna hurt then," Steve replies to Wade in low-pitched apology. He grimaces as if knowing he at least tried to be distracting. Maybe he should have pinched the Merc instead, like the nurses do -- but too late now!

There goes the spar of wood, removed by Jessica, and now there's a new gush of blood. Blood, blood, it looks like so much blood. At least they're in the shower! His sneakers are not spared. Woe.

"Put the spar to one side and get to the toilet if you need to," he says to Jessica as evenly as he can manage, all the while trying not to let on that Wade's hands on his neck are SO WEIRD.

Deadpool has posed:
It's very gory. There is blood, but not a huge amount. Nowhere near what there should be, because his body had already started to heal around the projectile: had started to push it out. Still, there's a gaping hole, and the wood wasn't exactly a smooth stake, so it tore some things coming out.

"I remembered what song I was singing earlier," Wade says, tone entirely deadpan and robotic.

He then bursts into tears and slumps forwards towards Steve, with snotty sounding sobs into the front of his mask. "Also, I want some orange juice," says Wade, still sobbing. It made sense to him.

"/It made sense/," he adds. "Talk so good with hole in your head do /you/? I think not."

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
"I'm fine, I'm fine, I just wasn't ready for...that, y'know?" Her jeans and boots will have to be burned. She looks higher. Her JACKET will have to be burned. "God I'm down to ONE outfit, I'm going to have to talk to Janet..." She sighs. This seems to bother her more than the hole spilling blood onto her boots.

"Just...I'll get you some orange juice, only don't CRY, because if you cry, it's gonna make me cry. That's how it works." She's already tearing up.

Captain America has posed:
Unable to avoid catching Wade as the man leans forwards, Steve simply pats the Merc's back once and then winces, lifting his hand to see the fresh blood on his palm. He licks his lips and then looks over at Jessica.

"Maybe go make some orange juice then, quickly. Wade, you're gonna be okay," he then says, turning his attention back to the sobbing Merc. "I'm going to turn on the shower and you rinse yourself off. Here, let go of me." He makes to extricate himself from the hug carefully.

Deadpool has posed:
The sobbing had stopped a little, until Jessica tells him not to cry. He then begins to sob again, but is easy to remove when Steve decides to extricate him. "We're having a shower? If you in-sist," Wade says, but there's no actual weight to the flirtation. He sits down in the shower against the wall, resting the side of his head against it for just a moment.

He then starts to unstrap his various rigs of weapons and set them, one at a time, along the bloody side of the shower, in an autopilot manner.

Spider-Woman (Drew) has posed:
Jessica sighs. But she moves outside of the view of whatever Wade decides to do. Naked, sobbing Wade is not something she's prepared for right now.

"Jarvis...Please have someone bring up some orange juice. And abooout...twenty cleanup-bots. If Tony finds this mess, we're all gonna be toast."

Captain America has posed:
Stooping, Steve makes to pick up the weaponry despite the blood on them. "I meant in your suit, Wade, but if you wanna strip, that's fine." The Captain continues to remain unruffled by what he's experiencing as best he can. Later on is when the loud and enlongated groan behind his hands will occur. "Lemme get out of your way and close the door. I'm putting your stuff on a towel on the floor," he adds once he's outside of the shower and has made to slide the frosted-glass door shut.

Deadpool has posed:
"Leave 'em," Wade says of the weapons. The door closed and everything, when Steve closes it. Not that that blocks Wade's voice. "You didn't ask which song it was I remembered," he sighs at them both, as if they missed a cue. There's a clearing of throat. He kicks a foot out to swing the shower open again to sing to them.

"JUST CALL ME ANGEL, OF THE MORNING; ANGEL....." Deadpool sings strongly, clearly; he doesn't get up, but he emotes from the floor with his arms outwards dramatically!!

"Just touch my cheek before you leave me, baby~~," begs the mercenary, drawing one hand in, rippling the fingers towards himself in a seductive overdone gesture to go with the lyric, and traces a pass of the backs of his fingers down his own cheek.

A tweak of foot closes the shower door again.

And the water turns on.

Deadpool has posed:
It might be a question on everyone's lips (their chapped lips) whether or not Deadpool was naked for that.

I like where your mind goes.

There's no way he could have stripped all the way in that tiny amount of time.

He still has the mask on.