6891/Late Night Talk, Avenger's Style

Late Night Talk, Avenger's Style
Date of Scene:	14 March 2019
Location:	Den - Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Janet, Steve, Minoke and T'Challa talk about the Sentinels. Deadpool drops in
Cast of Characters:	Wasp (van Dyne), Beryl, Black Panther, Captain America, Deadpool

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Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet's sitting in the den curled up in one of the larger chairs, her legs curled up close to her and her tablet balanced on her thigh. Designer black stilettos are next to the chair so she doesn't scuff up anything more than her pedicure on the plush old furniture. Her deeply V-necked ivory blouse is tucked into perfectly fitted tan dress slacks, and from the minor amount of makeup she's wearing and large loop earrings, she must have just come from the offices. It's late evening at the Mansion, a little past dinner time but also that point in the evening when day shift starts winding down and the swing shift crew wakes up.

Beryl has posed:
Minoke steps into the den, sighing softly as she is reading the newspaper, studying up on the Sentinel attacks on the news. She sighs softly. "This is abominable," she growls. Her skin is green today - not the human-coloration that she affects outside the mansion in the public. "These... machines... they have to be stopped." She sighs softly as she looks around, then finds a seat that would seem to be accomodating to her surprising weight. She then glances. "Oh, hello Miss Van Dyne."

Black Panther has posed:
A soft knock is given at the entrance to the Den, the first noise indicating that T'Challa is there. "A little late night reading?" he asks of the two women, or at least females, as he steps into the room. He's carrying a book. An actual book with paper and pages and a bookmark saving his place. In the other hand is a glass of pomegranate juice, mostly full. "Janet, I hope I am not interrupting?" he says. He looks over to Minoke, giving her a pleasant smile as well. "And I do not believe I have met you," he offers to Minoke, "Though I have heard you were staying here. I am King T'Challa of Wakanda," he offers.

Captain America has posed:
Quiet footsteps in the hallway outside slow and then who should come around the corner but Steve himself. He's dressed for the evening -- and by evening, already in grey sweatpants and his navy-blue hooded sweatshirt and...socks, of all things -- and he's nursing what smells to be coffee. Only the super-soldier serum keeps him sleeping regularly at night. One might wonder if the caffeine even affects him at this point.

"Yes, she's staying here," he confirms to T'Challa as he walks in. "Don't let him make you nervous, he's harmless," he quips at Minoke. A wink towards the King of Wakanda in particular, both knowing and friendly. Of course T'Challa doesn't bite -- he claws. Through anything.

"Anything good?" he asks of Janet in particular as he wanders over to pause beside the chair and tilt his head to look down at her tablet. His is a softened expression at her in general, far less tense around the eyes.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet smiles politely at Minoke. "Oh, hello! It's Minoke, right?" The two have only really had the single contact previously. "Nice to see you again. What's that about machines?" She glances at the newspaper in Minoke's hand, but then is distracted by T'challa's arrival. She grins up at the monarch. "Work. I spent the day screwing off with my new IT consultant and things got away from me." She lifts her tablet and sets it down again. "So I'm getting some stuff laid out, putting in purchase orders for cloth, that kind of thing."

The smile T'challa got was friendly and a little flirty, but when Steve comes in Janet's entire mien changes. She smiles up at him and kind of forgets about everyone else for a minute, reaching up to squeeze his fingers when he draws near. "I've *got* to show you what I whipped up for Kitty Pryde. Jason Wayne's date from the masquerade? New besties, I swear to god. She's doing some IT consult work for me and we kinda ended up blowing off the afternoon to gal pal around."

Beryl has posed:
Minoke just stares at T'Challa as he walks in - her eyes wide and glowing. "Vibranium..." she murmurs softly, almost dreamily, eyes darting to all the vibranium on his person - visible or not - before she shakes her head. "Sorry..." she murmurs, trying to blush. It probably didn't go well. "My name is Minoke. I'm staying here for now. Captain Rogers thought I'd be a good member of the team..." She rises up, walks over to T'Challa, and extends her hand in a handshake. "I'm worried about these Sentinels. They're... they could turn people against people like Vision or I who are good people though artificial... "she finally murmurs to Steve.

She then blinks at Janet's talk about a party and someone named Kitty - and she's having a bit of trouble following the conversation. She then smiles faintly, glancing between the three. "Oh.... let's see. Maybe I could help with that too? If you show me a dress I could shift my appearance to see what it looks like?"

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther smiles over to Steve as he comes in. "Ah, you are going to keep yourself up. If you keep drinking that," T'Challa chides Steve softly, though likely understanding how little effect it will have on him. They have similar issues in that regards.

T'Challa smiles over to Janet as she speaks of having had a good day. "If anyone deserves some time? It is you Janet. What is the saying? You... go be you?" he asks, glancing to see if he has it right. Older sayings? He's got those, time at Oxford. Newer ones he's still picking up.

The reaction of Minoke to his presence draws a curious look. "Yes," he comments as she speaks of Vibranium, and perhaps he goes just a little on guard as T'Challa watches to see what Minoke does next. When it is just to offer her hand and introduce herself, her shakes her hand. "The Sentinels are a worrisome threat," he agrees. He looks over to Steve to say, "I have been meaning to catch up on progress. And also to see if having Shuri take a look might be worthwhile."

Captain America has posed:
Steve returns the gentle squeeze of fingers. He glances up briefly at T'Challa and Minoke talking before returning his attention back to the fashionista and her news of her work. "Yeah, I remember the Wayne family being present. Didn't meet Kitty, I think. Besties though? Bodes well so far, if you think of her like that already. Show me whatcha got."

Minoke's offering has him lifting his face entirely to focus on her. "If you wanna show us, sure. Up to Janet. It's her design. The Sentinels though..." The Captains' air settles into something stoic and resigned, a noticeable shift from the comfortable normalcy he was intending to enjoy this evening.

"The bots still haven't found the man we took in. If he's a scientist or a soldier, it's not clear. Could be both. He wants freedom, but...we can't let him have it. Not until we figure out how to help him. There was an incident with his holding tank and Tony had to shut him down, but it only made it more important to figure out why diagnostics are telling us everything and nothing. Positives and negatives on all of the scans," he explains of the findings from the researchers' own machines. "There's some biotech inside of him, but there's also nulling technology involved." His lips thin. "Enough to make a lot of people nervous."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet looks up at Minoke's offer and considers her thoughtfully. "You'd have to promise to show it to anyone," she tells Minoke. "It's gonna get copied inevitably-- frickin Chinese clones with their shitty stitching," she grumbles. "But I can at least get some to market if it's a hot look this season."

She turns the tablet around, revealing a Kitty Pryde dressed... as Belle. From Beauty and the Beast. In the yellow gown. "Oops, not that one. Like I said, screwing off this afternoon," she mutters, and swipes her tablet. The image resets and Kitty's shown in a high-waisted black dress and sleeveless ivory top with a plunging V-neck. All in silk. "We did the initial fitting today and it went *so* well. She's a doll. I am *so* poaching her from Tony, and possibly kidnapping her from that school upstate." A veiled reference to Xavier's Instiutte, for those cleared to know such things.

"As for detaining him, I've got our legal beagles working on it," Janet tells Steve. "Humans have the right to demand free travel and we can't legally hold him in the cell unless he's an articulated threat to himself or others. So our lawyers are tap dancing with the techs to classify him as a robot so we don't get hemmed up on civil rights charges. By the time anyone gets around to double checking us, we'll hopefully have this sorted."

Beryl has posed:
Minoke just sighs as she sits down again - back on the chair made for 'heavy' people. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she finally asks. "I don't know much about biology - but I can manipulate metal at the molecular level and could try to interface with the program. I haven't had much luck doing so with Earth tech - but these might be sophisiticated enough that I could try." She sighs softly. "I just want to feel useful.... but if these bots are as dangerous as are said... maybe that's a bad idea."

She then looks at the picture. "I'd need to see the back side too. I can extrapolate what it'd look like in 3D by modeling it. Being able to manipulate my _own_ body at the molecular level comes in handy too - though some complicated forms are hard to hold for very long." She has no idea what school is being referred to - as she is somewhat successfully dividing her attention between ravaging droids and fashion modeling.

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther doesn't ask about the lady nor school either. "There are other locations," T'Challa muses, more to himself than anyone else. Though surely loud enough to be heard. He looks back over as if renewing his interest in the conversation. "I do not know enough of what this person is. Perhaps, Miss Minoke," T'Challa tells her.

He looks over to Steve, listening as he moves to find a comfortable seat to settle in. T'Challa rests back in the chair, crossing his legs and setting the book on his leg. To Kill a Mockingbird, should anyone look. "The technological aspects are worth knowing. We do need to devise a strategy for dealing with them though. And I do not think technology will be sufficient, in the end. If the desire to keep making them is there... then they will keep making them."

Captain America has posed:
"Good, Janet." A quiet and overarcing compliment from Steve for many things involving the Wasp, spanning from the legal work she's got brewing to the design on display for one miss Kitty Pryde -- and other aspects as well, but those are best left unmentioned. He glances up at the other two again and looks between them, listening.

"I'm going to request that any technological testing is done with Tony present. I'm not going to pretend that I'm savvy at some of what you all accomplish and bring to the team in terms of technology, but with the abilities that the Asset has shown so far..." He sucks in air through his teeth, his brows knit in a formidable frown. "There aren't any logical risks to take, not right now. We're fairly certain that he can attract Sentinel bots to his location. How they haven't found him yet is beyond me. I'd rather not lose the safe house or any civilians involved."

"T'Challa's also got a point. Say they're being created specifically to protect folks. What are they protecting against? If that can't be dealt with, production will continue. But it's not protection. It's fear. It's jumping at shadows." He rubs at his temple with a free hand in weariness.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet shows Minoke how the image is three-D, quite scaled, and can even run and walk and maneuver. It's a complex bit of imaging software she uses to model her clothing. The talk about Sentinels is enough to distract her from fashion (!) at least temporarily. Also, she pinks a bit in her high cheekbones at Steve's generous praise.

"Well... okay, lemme walk back what I said then," Janet proposes, and looks from Steve to T'challa. "Short of cutting this dude open it's hard to confirm if he's a cyborg or a robot with bio-mim-- bio-mesis-- with human parts." She waves off the word.

"I'm sorry, the ASSET," she tells Steve with a theatrical aside. "Which sounds way sexier than 'dude', I gotta admit."

"Anyway. What was I-- right. Minoke you might talk with Tony and see if you've got some expert opinion here. If we could just bypass this scanner jammer thingie he's got then we could make some meaningful progress. Just *don't* let him talk you into a direct interface or anything, okay? Vision's had trouble with that sort of thing in the past and it never turns out well. Serious. Computer herpes. Bad."

Beryl has posed:
Minoke nods as she turns to a green shimmery ooze for a moment, then reforms; now matching the 3D image of the body wearing the dress - except her head is still her own and her skin tone is back to human-pale to match the image. She looks around. "This is how it'd look on the person with that body type," she states, slowly spinning around. She then listens to the other two. "Oh - you're right. I already had issues with that girl Nyx. I don't know what my damaged heart would do in terms of vulnerabilities..." She sighs softly. "I just... want to prove myself to you guys." She then swishes her hips a bit, watching the simulated fabric swish around her hips. "I... I might be compromised and not even know it if I tried. Not sure how useful I'd be admittedly..."

Black Panther has posed:
Black Panther starts to reply but then there's a small beep from his bracelet. He removes one of the beads from it, and Okoye appears above it, formed of tiny bits of Vibranium. She says something in Wakandan, getting a brief reply from T'Challa. "Forgive me, my friends. I need to go attend an urgent meeting. I will come find you to discuss this situation further." He gives a little bow of his head to the group before departing.

Captain America has posed:
Steve lifts a hand silently to T'Challa in farewell as the man goes off to deal with the difficulties of modern royalty. "I don't envy him..." comes the quiet murmur, mostly to himself. His hand drops back down within reach of Janet's own, should she wish to take it again. He takes a heavy slug of coffee as if it would alleviate some of his woes, but alas -- only tasty.

"The Asset shouldn't be approached without permission or additional presence." He gives the Wasp an amused side-glance per her earlier comment as to the sexiness of the word. "You might find that your abilities help us later, Minoke, rather than now. We're still in the info-finding phase. Nothing's set in stone and neither is what I just shared with you. Something could change tomorrow to set us all back on our heels. We can't assume that any Sentinel technology will play nicely with our own. No risks," he reiterates firmly. "Not now, and especially not if there's any chance of viruses." By how he thins his lips, there's probably a memory linked to bio-tech viruses.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet reaches for Steve's hand and interlaces her fingers with his. She tries to rest his hand on her shoulder, then tugs him a half-step closer so he's not pulling her sideways. The contact writes a warm smile on her face that dispels the doom and gloom of the conversation. She nods appreciation at Minoke for modelling the outfit. "You don't need to prove anything to anyone, Minoke," Janet tells the robot. "The only person you need to impress is yourself. Be better than you were yesterday, every day." She nods as if affirming a bedrock maxim. "And particularly don't go rushing into danger. Bullet wounds are not fun to show off, I've still got a scar on my hip from some jerk like... four years ago."

She looks up at Steve. "Hey handsome. Isn't it past regulation bedtime for you?" she teases.

Deadpool has posed:
From the door that T'Challa left through, comes a different character entirely. It's Deadpool, who strides in efficiently as if he does this all the time. He's in full costume, and loaded with weaponry. A bit heavier than normal, perhaps; he has the strap of a heavy duty rifle over his chest, the gun weighty on his back.

"There is a king in your hallway," Deadpool comments as he arrives, the way you'd mention the toilet paper roll was empty and you couldn't find the extra paper. Heads up and all that.

"I have something for you, Stevie," Wade singsongs eerily.

Beryl has posed:
Minoke nods as she shimmers (turning into green shimmery goo again) before resuming her normal green-skinned appearance. "Any time you want me to model something, I will, Janet." She nods. "Your words are wise... I will take them to heart." She then stares at Deadpool - her first time meeting the Merc with a Mouth. "What... you almost have more metal on you than I do - and I didn't think that possible..." She just stares.

Captain America has posed:
"While bed sounds comfy, I gotta finish this first." Steve notes the mug of coffee in his hand, still half-full. "Thought I'd make sure that everyone else was comfortable first. You'll be fine, Minoke," he adds with a nod of belief.

The sudden arrival has him looking up and then aiming an owlish look at Wade. It's not the comment about T'Challa --

It's that musical cadence so akin to one Lecter that has him paying close attention.

The Captain straightens in place without dropping Janet's hand and replies cautiously, "What do you have for me, Wade...?"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet's fingers tighten just a little when Deadpool bursts in. The Merc with the Mouth is a little unsettling, and entirely too athletic for how explosively he moves at times. But she puts a polite smile on her face for Wade-- and then laughs just a little at some recollection.

"I appreciate the offer, Minoke. I'll keep it in mind," Janet assures the robot girl. "And please do speak with Tony, I'd never say it to his face but he is literally a genius when it comes to robot stuff. If he can't help, no one can."

Deadpool has posed:
"HI, obvious-statement goop girl," Wade replies to Minoke, saluting her with a flat palm up and away from his masked face. "I am extremely /improbable/, yet possible. Soooooo fucking possible. In multiple positions, penetrations, and permissions," Wade twists the flat-angled hand up and back, across his shoulder at neck level, to flip imaginary cascades of hair over his shoulder.

Then Wade remembers. He has a thing. He approaches Steve and holds something out in the palm of his other hand, palm angled down, intending to drop it into Steve's. It's small, so it probably isn't a live grenade. It could be a spider or chewed gum, though. Or any number of other small objects. It's about the size of a condom.

It might be a condom.
Or something else. Why did your brain go there immediately.

....Oh. Well. Fair.

Beryl has posed:
Minoke nods. "Yeah - he's already working on fixing my heart." She smiles faintly. "BUt for now - I really should go recharge. I was fixing stuff in Mutant Town after the attack and am a bit tired." She hten shoots a weird glance Deadpool's way and waves to everyone. "Goodnight, Janet. Goodnight, Captain Rogers. Goodnight, mystery man in red." She then steps out.

Captain America has posed:
"G'night, Minoke," replies the soldier without dropping his attention from the approaching Merc. Steve returns the squeeze of Janet's hand before letting it go and holding out his own. By the set of his jaw, he's either hoping that it's nothing awful like a fresh chicken heart or one of those stupid joke buzzer rings or he's warning Wade silently that this could end badly if it's anything truly disturbing.

If it's a live spider, Steve's definitely going to flinch a little.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"See you later, Minoke," Janet says, adding to Steve's farewell. She eyes Deadpool warily as he stalks up. It can't be helped-- she leans a little back from the 'gift' being offered to Steve. It's probably not explosive, but it's *almost definitely* not up to her standards of hygiene. She's hesitant to chime in, otherwise.

Deadpool has posed:
With a widening of eyes that somehow still translates through the mask, Wade does a little bit of a pause. Anticip....

Wade drops the object. It's very light.

....pation.

"I think it's part of a dolphin," Wade stage-whispers loudly. It's a puzzle piece. Wade draws his hand back and seems to be smiling. He also waves sort of over his shoulder backwards towards Minoke. Mystery man in red is pretty decent, he'll take it. "Byebyes."

Captain America has posed:
Steve watches the small object fall and land upon his palm. He looks markedly bewildered briefly and blinks at it before Wade explains.

"Oh. Right," and it's enough to make the Captain laugh aloud as he closes his hand around the single puzzle piece. "I was wondering where it went. I've been looking for it since I paused in working on the thing. It goes in the flipper part," he explains. He gives Wade a disbelieving grin. "Where did you find it?"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet's not being exploded. That's good. She relaxes, then tries to peer into Steve's hand. Of course, she can't see. Short people problems. The fashionista pushes herself upright to kneel on the seat cushion and examine the 'gift'.

"It's a-- puzzle piece?" She looks back and forth between the men, hesitating. "Is this like, some bro joke I'm not supposed to know about, or...?"

Deadpool has posed:
"Why do people ask me questions that they might not actually want the answers to," Wade wonders aloud, rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand, and inspecting his puzzle palm a little as if it might be contaminated from touching that puzzle piece. Does Steve want to know where it was found?

"Also sometimes I wonder a lot of things myself. I'm magical. Also sticky. I think it was just stuck to me, from the marshmellows," Wade says, tapping a finger to his cheek once.

"Puzzle piece," Wade echoes to Janet. "Should it have been a condom?"

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet leaaans away from that hand again, wincing with disgust as Deadpool explains precisely how and where he's been transporting that piece. It could be worse... but not by a whole lot of a margin.

But then he sets Janet up with that line and she shoots him a flat stare. Her eyes wander thoughtfully upwards and then sloooow pan to Steve, her smile widening with Cheshire proportions. "I can't imagine what on earth he's insinuating, Steve. Can you?"

Captain America has posed:
Despite Steve's famous self-control, there's the faint twitch of one blue eye. His smile takes on a set of concern and he glances over to the side table to the arm-chair occupied by Janet. The puzzle piece goes there. While he does leave the palm having touched the game piece hanging beside his leg, he doesn't wipe it on his pants.

Then the verbal fencing begins. The Captain looks from Wade to Janet and back to Wade. And back to Janet. Color touches at his ears and he replies, oh so leonine in his dignity, "I can imagine."

Deadpool has posed:
"So cute. I feel like I'm watching a rom-com or like a sitcom with awkward romantic vibe. Keep going. I'll be Joey over here and just 'dawwww' and stuff but be entirely unrelated to the actual romance other than to say things to help the plot move along. Okay. /Go/," Wade encourages, hopping sideways, to jump up and squat on the nearby couch, hands pulled in and tucked over his knees. The gun bounces and digs into his butt some, so he reaches back to adjust it and the related brief wedgie, but then gestures. Please do go on.

"Unless you need me to articulate what I was insinuating about insemination."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Purell on the serviette behind you," Janet whispers up at Steve. "Or a blowtorch, alternatively."

She looks back at Deadpool. It's hard to say if he's being deliberately antagonistic, trolling Steve, or if he actually thinks he's being funny.

"Watching YouTube surgical videos doesn't make you a doctor, honey," she tells Deadpool. "And watching porn doesn't make you a sex-ed teacher. I'd prefer advice from someone who actually *has* gotten laid sometime in the last decade."

Captain America has posed:
Stepping back as if to take heed of Janet's suggestion about the sanitizer, Steve then proceeds to make a subtle throat-cutting gesture with his hand towards Wade, hopefully out of line of sight of the fashionista. His ears are a lovely shade of red now and his cheeks are pinking visibly. He mouths silently at the Merc,

"Not a good idea, Wade! No!" Whether or not it becomes a ridiculous game of phone call is another matter entirely. The Captain grimaces and does the gesture once more before reaching for the Purell.

Deadpool has posed:
"Well I would say ---," Wade announces to Steve, pulling his fist in sideways onto his heart twice, and pointing to Steve. Bro. Broooooo.

"Might even--" Wade tries to read the signals Steve is sending. Wade probably is trying to help: he really does try to figure out what Steve wants. "I think it's clear she likes you, and --- At least now you know. And knowing is half the battle." Wade flips his hand to thumbs-up. But Janet is so hurtful.

Wade considers her comments. "That would probably have left a mark if it were closer to true. But I self-serve just fine," Wade says, smile in his voice. He's not bothered. But he tries to read the situation. There's an intensity to his effort.

"This is a 'shut the hell up Wade' moment," Wade identifies, finally.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Very good, Wade!" Janet applauds him and... seems weirdly sincere about it. "Here, have a thin mint." She picks one from her tray, primes the toss, and flicks it at Wade's leather-wrapped chest. "You picked up on Steve being upset and you stopped what you were doing. That earns you a treat."

When Wade bites into the cookie, there's a metallic *clickCLICK* from nowhere in partiuclar. It's not even terribly loud.

Captain America has posed:
The coffee is set aside for a squirt of Purell. Steve continues shaking his head slowly as Wade tries -- he does -- to figure it out. When the man finally does, there's almost a sigh of relief from the soldier. However, the appearance of Janet's positive tone as well as the random cookie //from nowhere// has Steve frozen.

"Wait, what -- " A hand thrown out in a halting gesture might not save the Merc in time from biting into the wee pastry.

Deadpool has posed:
"A scooby snack," Wade laughs, accepting it. His mask was up and he was partway into the cookie being GONE when the noise happened. Noise? He looks at his cookie, but keeps chewing it anyway. "Quiet, cookie; nobody asked you to click at me."

Steve's hand thrown out causes Wade to stop, and offer Steve the other half of the cookie that he must want. "Oh, I didn't share. Fucking crass of me. We both did good. I did good, and you signalled me in my language."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
When Wade shares a cookie, there's another *clickclick* that comes from seemingly nowhere. Janet just smiles approvingly at the two men, keeping the tiny clicker concealed in her palm. "You boys, so sweet," she croons, adoringly. "It's nice of you to share with Steve."

Captain America has posed:
"Oh, no -- no, you can eat the cookie, I just thought..." Steve's voice fades out as he looks around the room at the sound heard not seconds ago. He frowns and glances from Wade to Janet. "You're hearing...what I'm hearing?" He asks of both of them in the room. His eyes remain on the Wasp now, especially in light of the saccharine tone she's using. The Captain backsteps a few times to reach for his mug of coffee now that his hands are clean of marshmallow stickiness.

Or whatever it was on the puzzle piece.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade looks at the cookie, and at Steve. He doesn't want it anymore. He slowly sets it down on the arm of the chair, but does lick the bits remaining on his forefinger and thumb. Wade's behavior adjusts, he stetches his back slightly, his feet moving apart just a hair where he crouches on the couch. Such minor movements and his body language swings more into Murderous Asshole just that quickly.

Still, his tone remains light. In the same sing-songy 'light' that it was when he entered the room, that is. He pulls his mask back down securely over his jaw and neck. "We're sweet, Stevie," Wade assures Steve.

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
"Probably the air conditioning or something," Janet tells Steve. Her button nose wrinkles dimissively. "I wouldn't worry about it."

She watches Deadpool move to crouch on the sofa and leans back just a little, giving him a look of guarded uncertainty. "Is... why are you sitting like that?" she asks Deadpool, looking uneased by his bizarre (well, characteristic) behaviour.

Captain America has posed:
"Good to hear, Wade." While Steve's tone isn't light, it's still even. Something about Wade's setting of posture is enough to make the fine hairs on his neck rise. He sets down his cup of coffee on the table beside the plate of Thin Mints and meanders forwards to eclipse Janet sitting in the chair. As he passes the chair, he gesture subtly for the Wasp to remain as quiet as she can manage.

"I appreciate you coming back to give me the puzzle piece," he says to the Merc, sticking his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. "You wanna stop by another time and we can finish it?"

Deadpool has posed:
"You never know when somebody's going to do something aggressive and you gotta kick them in the throat," Wade answers, his tone dead inside, and outside. Flattened. "My throat's easier to reach from this angle with a high kick. You're welcome." Crazy person is crazy. Wade flutters his fingers of both hands against his raised-squatted knees, and then hooks them onto the handles of the knives on his thighs. He then sleekly unfolds up towards standing. He's acrobatic, and does one leg first, then eases off the couch: by way of rolling over the back of it to his feet, without use of hands. It's a simple, easy little manuever that makes no sense due to how inefficient it was.

"I'll put a tie or sock on the doorknob for you?" Wade assures them, and starts to walk away. "See. I can listen. Sometimes. I'm bleeping trying."

The last sentence had a harsh force to it, as if perhaps something did cut him, and it's finally surfacing. It's just drowning in some odd self-loathe. Because there's parts of Deadpool that can see what he's doing. And other parts that do it anyway.

"Byebyes."

Wasp (van Dyne) has posed:
Janet, for once, goes quiet when someone tells her to. And still. It might not even be a stretch to say she's holding her breath and gathering her inner focus to shift to a smaller size as fast as possible. Bullets are easier to dodge when someone's so small that they trundle past like oncoming traffic.

But she trusts Steve to manage Deadpool, and her shoulders relax the least little bit when he saunters out the door with a casual 'byebye' over his shoulder.

Captain America has posed:
The super-soldier's own body language relaxes even as he watches the Merc excuse himself from the room. "Have a nice night, Wade," comes the farewell in the same polite tone he'd use in any questionable situation. The tense line of his shoulders droops a visible half-centimeter and he drops his chin as he blows out the air held in his own lungs.

"Well...that went well enough," Steve mutters to himself as he turns around to go fetch up his cup of coffee. He gives Janet a lingering look. "Wouldn't tease him if I were you. Man means well, but he's still a sack of cats on his good days. He's trying."

Deadpool has posed:
There's some noise from the door when Wade shuts it. He's probably tying something on the other side. If anyone investigates, it's a handcuff. And there isn't a key, so it may take some creativity (or at least a screwdriver) to get that off of there.