6586/Sentinels: LOOK AT MY ASS

Sentinels: LOOK AT MY ASS
Date of Scene:	20 February 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Deadpool shows Steve his Sentinel parts.
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Captain America
Tinyplot:	Sentinels

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Deadpool has posed:
Not just a text is sent, but a picture. In the frame is Deadpool in selfie pose, beaming. The mask doesn't hide the beaming at all, seems to amplify it somehow. Deadpool is gesturing backwards at the object behind him: a truly enormous robotic butt. Logan is present as well off in the background near it, walking away. But most of the frame is taken up between Deadpool's happy look and the huge Sentinel-posterior.

"We got a thing!" is the text. "It bit it, but it hurt my teeth."

Captain America has posed:
His mouth slowly drops open. His upper lip lifts to one side in accordance with the wrinkling of his nose as Steve squints at the picture being shown on his phone. He's standing at the large round table that hosted last night's Avenger-ful meeting, called at the drop of a hat due to sudden changes in flight plan.

Placing aside the satellite image, highly detailed, of the airport due to the receive the nearly-canceled flight, he then dedicates both thumbs to texting. Someone tell this man about the Swype trick on touch-screens.

"YOU BIT A ROBOT? SENTINEL? WHEN WAS THIS?" flies back to Wade.

Deadpool has posed:
"DON'T SHOUT AT ME I CAN READ IT FINE" texts back Deadpool, similarly in all capital letters. "The other night. We got some computers and data too. But I wanted to show you my ass," Deadpool answers back (likely with voice to speech, as it follows his verbal patterns), with a flurry of eggplant emojis, as is appropriate for that type of commentary.

Captain America has posed:
"So...a text in capital letters is equivalent to shouting." Steve mutters this to himself ruefully. Another little frown and he texts back, this time without the text all capitalized.

"Where is the robot's stern? I have to time to look at it." Surely that's safely worded enough to avoid misinterpretation? His phone makes a soft swooshing sound-effect as the text disappears from his screen. He sets the phone aside again to pick up the page with the overhead layout of the airport and then continues circling sections of it, adding little shorthand notes here and there in black pen.

Deadpool has posed:
"In a truck," Deadpool replies helpfully. "We parked it in a place that I am told is NOT secret squirrel but is close enough to being secret opossum. I will arrange a viewing if you like. It is pretty impressive, even if it has no asshole. I investigated."

Captain America has posed:
Steve rolls his eyes as he picks up the phone again. "Why would it need one. Never mind. Forget I asked that. If you can arrange viewing ASAP, would be good. Up to ears in official business." Another soft swoosh as the text flies off.

"If they deploy here..." he mutters to himself as he taps the pen against the sheet of paper. To one side, a mug of steaming coffee that he grabs up and sips deeply at before setting it aside again.

Deadpool has posed:
"Two words. Robot enemas. Might make them relaxed, give them a sense of accomplishment." Deadpool's opinion, naturally. "Since it's in a truck it's mobile. Which is important for an ass not connected to legs. Tell me when, I'll get you reduced price VIP tickets."

Captain America has posed:
The snort at the Merc's reasoning is half-laugh given how Steve's got the pen bitten long-ways between his teeth as he shakes his head down at the phone's screen. Flawless logic...for Wade.

He sends back, "Pull truck around behind mansion. Will let you in the gate. Can take pictures so team can further analyze. Will be waiting by gate." A sigh as the phone swooshes yet again and he pockets the device. The Captain leaves behind an empty coffee mug and an organized stack of papers, pen lying crosswise atop it. His mess -- no touchie; the mansion's inhabitants know better anyhow.

Down at the back gate, there's Steve in a winter jacket and boots, the hood pulled up to shadow his face as he leans against the nearby shed.

Deadpool has posed:
The reaction is surprised. "You want me to drive the truck? Logan might not let me," is the complaint. Even in text, the tone may convey. "I'm distractible, Nat says."

On the other end of the phone, Deadpool considers the truck itself. Hey, no problem, not really. He'll just borrow it! "I'll figure it out! On the way!!"

It takes some time, but eventually the large truck is parked sort of half of the curb to the left side of the mansion. Subtle.

Captain America has posed:
Steve's hands move in marshalling signals to direct the truck as best they can both manage. It'll have to do for now, its placement. It's not...painfully obvious. The two men can also thank the weather for keeping most folks inside. It's cold and sleeting, so anyone walking nearby on the sidewalk across the street is in a hurry to get inside once more.

The Captain's purposeful strides take him to the back of the truck within seconds. He leans around the end of it to peer at the Merc. "How'd you end up with the bottom half of a Sentinel, Wade?"

Deadpool has posed:
There is zero attempt to mask any of his appearance or anything else. It's full Deadpool that climbs out of the /passenger/ seat of the truck, landing on the cold, frozen sidewalk and waving happily at Steve. "It's been so long!" Deadpool says, bounding the distance to attempt to throw a bearhug around his good buddy.

"Well, we went in and took it," Deadpool answers with an attempted squeeze.

Captain America has posed:
Executing a quarter-turn to one side, Steve takes the bearhug with polite patience and quick thump-thump between Wade's shoulders. Manly swats, ahoy, hard enough to resonate in the chest.

"It has been a while," the man allows before he disengages and reaches to try and open the truck's back door(s). "You and Logan went in to take it? From whom?" A curious frown is shot in Wade's direction.

Deadpool has posed:
"From the factory. There were other ones. They yelled at us a bit. 'Halt, Mutant'. Well, technically they yelled at Logan. They liked me okay, I told them off about it. Also, Nat was there. She probably would give you a better and more accurate report, but it will lack the /soul/ of my report," Deadpool confides. He stumbled only a little with the slap on the back, but recovered instantly. Steve will have to try harder if he intends to actually knock the wind out of Deadpool enough to quiet him.

"But, just look at this thing," Deadpool says, opening the back of the truck and hopping inside. He immediately climbs up onto the top of the Sentinel butt and gestures down at it importantly. It is exactly as described: a sentinel part of the torso, with no legs or abdomen sections attached, just bare machinery.

Captain America has posed:
A flick of Steve's brows at the concise tale and he then sighs, the breath ghosting before his lips. "I'll check with Nat then, yes," he echoes almost as personal reminder. Then, stepping up into the back bed of the large truck, he walks over to the hunk of machinery.

Even if Wade's standing atop the sentinel piece like an explorer having claimed it for all the glory of Mouthy Merc-Land, the blond soldier appears properly cautious about reaching out to touch it. The metal is cold and still; no power hums through it to vibrate at minute levels. He frowns as he steps around it to consider what shows of its innards. It appears...complicated. "Probably runs on electricity," he says, incredibly drily as he glances up at Wade, expression a touch mockingly naive.

Deadpool has posed:
"Electricity, maybe. Not wishes and dreams, no," Wade agrees, squatting atop the Sentinel part, reaching down to pat it once. It is, indeed, his trophy. At least, from his viewpoint. They brought it back, after all. "It'll help, won't it?" Deadpool asks, perky. "Anyhow, they looked like they were building them in there. There were several buildings. It was like a Borg ship; a bunch of them lined up all creepy like. Logan made a /noise/ and they all turned on him. So we nabbed this one and got out of there. We also have a pile of computers and data that I have no interest in sifting through, to be honest."

Captain America has posed:
Pursing his lips briefly in a thoughtful moue, Steve nods in agreement to these monstrous machines running on anything but hopes and dreams. He looks away from the intermeshing conglomeration that is its wire-filled innards to the Merc and listens, his attention falling just shy of laser-like.

"How many per building? Or you only got into the one building? Also, you got that data on you? On one of those..." He pauses to find the correct terminology. "Thumb drive? Hard drive. Portable hard drives," the man finally decides. "I've got someone who would want to take a look at it."

Deadpool has posed:
"Is his name Tony Stank?" Deadpool asks, moving to actually sit on the upper left cheek of the butt, legs dangling over, relaxed. He drops his hands back against various metal parts to support his upper body casually. "Nat's got those. I have a copy too. Lots of goodies. And it was mostly empty in there: they hadn't started to make them, I mean, is my guess. They're just getting set up, and a few were around, maybe security. It wasn't in full production swing, no conveyors full of bits yet or anything like that. But that's just what we saw; we stayed out of the bigger building drawing all the power."

Captain America has posed:
"Sometimes he goes by that name, yes, but he doesn't normally choose to," Steve allows. Wade can see him struggle to stop from letting his chuckling slip out; it shows as a sharp exhale and cough before he clears his throat. "If Nat has that information, I'll have to see if she's already passed it on to Tony." No use being coy about who would want into it like a kid into a bowl of Halloween candy, if the Merc can make that crack about the genius-inventor.

He reaches up to rub at his earlobe in passing, probably an unconscious habit he's never dropped. Blunt nails scratch at his nape before his hand falls to slip into his coat pocket once more. "Good to know they're not into full production yet. We have time to put a halt to it," he murmurs.

Deadpool has posed:
"Anyway, the data's easy to share. But whooooo gets this? That's the question, really. I sorta borrowed it. The X-Men might want it. It /is/ a very nice ass," Deadpool says, and suddenly jumps down off of it, landing in a superhero pose in front of Captain America. And then standing up. He's still bouncy. "But, you know, I had to show a little favoritism. If you like it, and think it'd match your carpet, we can make a deal. Or it could fall out of the back of a truck."

Captain America has posed:
An ambling step or two back allows Wade the space for his ultra-heroic landing. The truck bed rattles a little in its boltings and metal frame.

"Favoritism? Figured it was professionalism," Steve replies with a small grin. "I appreciate it, Wade," he then adds sincerely. "Keep it for now and I'll see if Mister Stank wants the data as well as that hunk of junk? He might want to crunch numbers alone in the end. Hide it somewhere safer than...secret squirrel for now."

Deadpool has posed:
"Okay, you got me, it's capitalism. It's for sale. Whichever of the hero groups want it, I'll take offers," Deadpool admits. "But I did give you first bid. Remember that," Deadpool comes over, intending to pet Steve's shoulder and upper arm a little bit. It's probably overly tender, but at least it's not aggressive.

Captain America has posed:
Steve's eyes shift from the light patpat on his arm and back to Wade's face. "Wade." Uh oh. It's the 'Voice of Reason' tone. "You take on a lot of mercenary work and probably get paid well for it. Why can't you hide it for now until I hear back from Tony about whether or not he wants to see it?" He shifts in his stance and a mild, cajoling smile appears on his lips. "One soldier to another, do me this favor?"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade blinks some when his name is spoken in that way. It's almost as if his full name where said with reproachful tone. He stops, though, head tilted. "Okay, but only for you," Wade says, happy, it appears, to make /Steve/ happy. "Steve." In the same way Steve said 'Wade'. "I'm no soldier. I don't follow orders or instructions very well," he whispers more quietly, but seems apologetic. He starts to close up the back of the truck.

Captain America has posed:
With an easy grace, Steve exits the back of the truck. His boots make little sound on the slushy ground. Turning around to watch Wade at his work, the Captain seems thoughtful.

"You do well enough when you put your mind to it," he then comments, in regards to following orders. "Sometimes the world needs a little chaos. A little," he emphasizes again, still wearing the mild curve of lips. "And thanks, Wade. I owe you a favor. I'll text you as soon as I know whether or not we'll need to borrow it. I can't guarantee it'll come back as it looks now. Tony might dismantle it from stem to stern. Well, just stern," and he laughs once at his own lame joke.

Deadpool has posed:
"HOW DARE HE," Wade says in sudden horror. And nods and flashes a thumbs up, mercurial. "Sure. I mean, I wanted it, but for fuck sake, how do you even store this sort of thing? It doesn't display overly well either, just takes up space. I don't have a mansion of other asses to go with it. Well. Not yet, anyways." Wade bounces over to .... Pump Steve's hand in a handshake, and then blow a kiss, ...and then Wade's prancing off back into the front of the truck.

Unpredictable, but insanely useful at times? Yep. Deadpooooooool!

Captain America has posed:
The handshake is returned firmly and Steve's hand hangs by his side as he watches the crimson-and-black Merc return to the driver's side of the truck cabin. A bemused little frown and then, under his breath,

"...language, Wade."