701/Guns, Germs, and Steel

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Guns, Germs, and Steel
Date of Scene: 30 May 2017
Location: New York City
Synopsis: Wade made room in his armory for her stuff. If that ain't love... Natasha agrees to move in.
Cast of Characters: Deadpool, Black Widow (Romanoff)




Deadpool has posed:
Wade Wilson was still putting the finishing touches. Natasha would be here any minute, and with the way she liked to sneak in, for all he knew, and all his expensive security system knew, she was in already. He was currently working with some red fabric, trying to get it just right. He tugged this way and that way, found he didn't like it, and so began again, trying to move it, shape it, work it so that it looked perfect. When he was done, he'd take a few steps back, look at it from more angles, and then go back and start all over.

He wore a nice dark blue suit, a white collared shirt, and a dark red tie with little reflective stars. They were so tiny, but they caught the light this way and that as he moved. He wore his mask over his head, and red gloves over his hand, but otherwise, he looked nice. He had done his best to make sure he cleaned up. Then, he left the room, heading down the hallway, and messed with something else. Everything had to be perfect or else it would be ruined forever TM.


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Normal people use doors. Knock. Call before coming over, so they aren't treated like solicitors and forcing the people inside to turn commando while attempting to not be seen peeking out their windows.

Neither Natasha nor Wade seem to be normal.

She has already let herself in. She is already in the training centre. She is wearing her uniform instead of more casual attire. She is also beating the hell out of the heavy bag, the level of violence being exhibited more than is normal for Natasha. Usually she is more controlled. It's as though there is a demon driving her as she punches and kicks, heedless of her injured leg. Right now, she is needing to work off some aggression and violence on other people is frowned upon in these circumstances. Even if she found some villains, she might go overboard.

She needed to be somewhere no one would judge. SHIELD headquarters or Avengers? Out. So she is here.

Deadpool has posed:
After setting up his surprises, Wade went to the Training Centre to check on one last thing, and he found it was in use? Unfortunately, it was sound proofed, so even he didn't know she was in there working out. Smiling under his mask, and it was obvious through the mask too, as it was incredibly emotive. Those eyes, how the hell did he get those eyes to adjust the way they did? But then, Deadpool had some nifty technology.

Like the technology he was about to use now. While at the entrance to the training area, he hit a few quick key strokes, and the whole area shimmered and changed. The floor beneath her feet was the same. It had the same bounce. It felt as it did before. The punching bag was still there, though it had changed colour. But now it looked like the training program from the Matrix.

Even Wade had changed. He looked like he was wearing Morpheous's gi. But underneath the hologram, he still wore his previous attire. "Welcome to the Training Program."


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
As the room changes, Natasha spins around in a ready position, prepared to deal with a threat.

No threat. Deadpool. Some might disagree about that not being a threat.

She relaxes her stance, shaking her head at the change of setting. The dark expression on her face hasn't changed. In fact, it actually turns darker if that's even possible.

"Wade, I'm not in the mood for games," she warms in that smooth voice, a hint of menace in her tone. Also unusual. Her voice is usually neutral, even when she's angry.

Today, she's beyond angry.

"So unless you want to get your ass kicked, I'd suggest you put the room back to normal and back out slowly."

Deadpool has posed:
Wade pauses to consider the reaction he just elicited from Natasha. It was unexpected, but he doesn't flinch. Instead, he reaches for his gi. He can still feel the real fabric underneath the hologram, and after a moment, he unbuttons the jacket, and tosses it to the ground. As it comes off of him, it shimmers out of the holographic cover and comes to light. He repeats the step with his collar, removing his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. He kicks off his shoes too.

Then he steps towards the centre of the training centre, assuming a stance, and does the Morpheous gesture with his fingers. He misquotes the movie with a simple, but loud, "Kick me."


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
As his jacket and tie appear on the floor nearby, Natasha's frown lessens as there is a moment of surprise on her face.

First, why in the world was Deadpool wearing a tie? That's not his normal at home attire as she's learned from their association. Ugly shirts? Sure. Ties? Nope.

Second, he isn't leaving. Like she warned him to do. He apparently has a death wish. Except he's explained he can't die. So it's not an actual death wish.

Third?

She's just upset enough to take that opportunity, knowing combat will be more satisfying then hitting a bag. All of this goes through her head in a moment then she just strikes, going for a one-two punch followed by a roundhouse kick aimed for his head. She doesn't expect it to connect. She also is barely pulling the punches, intent on their being force but not the worst she can dish out. She doesn't actually want to hurt him.

Deadpool has posed:
When she pulls her punches, however little she may do, that moment's hesitation, that slight backing off, is all that Deadpool needs. He catches, he deflects, he moves, side steps, and does what he has to avoid getting hurt. He doesn't punch her back. He just evades, absorbs, and gives her a human punching bag to work her anger out on. The anger is another thing in his favour. She's not as focused as she would be. While he, for all his lunacy, he is an excellent fighter when he wants to be.

Mostly, he likes to let himself get hurt because it's funny, and frankly, he'll heal. He doesn't care. But she's not going out. As if he's working from a script, he says, "Oh come on! Stop trying to hit me and hit me! You've got a bee in your bonnet. Sting or sting not. You gotta commit."


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
He did not just go there.

At the sting comment, Natasha fights the urge to just shoot him, to let him feel the sting that she wields. But no, he isn't the enemy. The enemy is a monster from the past, one who got away.

The thought sends her at Deadpool again, a flurry of kicks and punches. This time, they are not being pulled. This time she is embracing them. She uses her peak ultimate human condition to her benefit, movements almost a blur. The impacts will be real, the full strength behind them. At the speed of the punches and kicks, it's unlikely he will block them all. Some yes, but others may make it past his defenses.

Deadpool has posed:
There was a method to his madness. Natasha needed an enemy. She needed someone to fight. She needed to blow off steam. He wasn't sure why she did, what had set her off, but he knew the mood she was in. He'd been there himself. Now, he usually dealt with it by spending some time on a nearly deserted Caribbean island, drinking margaritas, and just, getting to his happy place. That, or find the toughest, hardest, bloodiest job he could find, and going medieval on somebody's butt. She was going for the latter.

He blocked many of her kicks, punches, jabs, but not them all. He was knocked back a few times, he staggered, he still didn't fight back. He was a human sparring partner, a punching bag, moving, working his best to evade or deflect, but absorb her anger. "Oh come on, is that the best you can do? And I thought you were the Black Widow? Did the James Bond films lie to me? Are Russian super spies really so... ordinary?" He was doing it for her. He was working his healing factor, or planning to, for her. Because he cared enough to be an asshole.


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
At the words 'Russian super spy'...

He'll see it. There in her face. The pain, the anger, the rage. He hit the trigger. Something about that is what has put her in this mood. Something about being a Russian spy. In Russian, she growls out, <<Shut your fucking mouth about things you don't understand!>>

The next attack is all out. She pulls out moves that were created long before he was born, moves she has perfected over lifetime of combat. There isn't a single form of martial art that it's based on, it's multiples, combined into a lethal combination that is why she is able to survive against those more powerful. Why she as a mere human can combat super villains. It's skill combined with tenacity.

And today, fueled by fury. She's out for blood.

Deadpool has posed:
And she's gotten it. His blood. It's on his clothes, well, the ones under the hologram, but also on the mat, and her her clothes. She's a trained assassin. He's a mercenary. They both kill, but her skills were generally designed to be lethal, while he's more of an odd job man. A lot of it involves killing, but not to her level. He puts up a staunch defence, but he's gotten under her skin.

What's worse, he knows it. "Oh, so that's it?" He sounds funny. She probably knocked out some teeth that haven't grown back yet, "what's going on Natasha? Does Putin want you back? Did you see the child of somebody you orphaned, all grown up? Maybe it was an old partner in crime? Someone you fought against... or alongside? Get it out." Of course, in writing it sounds far more coherent than it really was. There were oughs and owes and coughs and spits of blood between all his words. He was getting the shit kicked out of him, but every time she'd knock him down, he'd get right back up.


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
With the taunts, he just gets hit harder.

The comment about orphans she created? A few more teeth are lost.

Someone she fought against? A moment of light in her eyes gives it away to him. There is no guarding her emotions, no hiding them behind her mask. She is letting him see her. The side of her that is dark and hidden from the world. The side that was created in the Red Room at the hands of mad men, those that would physically destroy a child only to put them back together and destroy them again. And again. And again.

None of her attacks are lethal. By now, she could've killed him if she had chosen to. No, she is trying to harm. To cause the most pain possible.

The next time he hits the mats, falling from a kick to the chest, she is on top of him, straddling his waist, bringing a fist down toward his face. "Stay down!"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade, if not for his healing factor, might have been killed during the fight, even with her aiming to harm. Between the various strikes, thrusts, punches, kicks, jabs, elbows, throws, and whatever, he's lost a lot of blood, a lot of damage. But he heals amazingly fast.

With her straddling his waist and telling him to stay down, he does so. Of course, he has to make it weird by saying, "I like you on top." This was all for her, to help her work through her feelings, her anger, her hatred, her emotions. He didn't judge her. He had done things just as bad, okay, maybe not as bad, but some pretty bad things too.

And then, to flip the script entirely, he looked up at her, and asked, "do you want to move in together?" After all that they've just gone through? He must be crazy!


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
She was about to punch him in the face again after the comment on her position. Which is when he asked the question.

"What?" Her fist is hovering about an inch above his left eye, the blow forgotten mid strike as she blinks in surprise. The weirdness of the question got through the anger.

Only now she sees what she did and suddenly she's scrambling off of him, shifting to his side, looking him over. "Dammit, Wade, why did you do that?" she asks in a soft whisper, doing a quick medical assessment of his condition. "You shouldn't have done that. You knew I was upset." She shakes her head, looking up at his face, reaching for the mask to see how bad the damage she's done is underneath. "Why? Why would you let me beat you to a pulp?"

Deadpool has posed:
Wade was beaten, badly, but he gestured towards the entrance way. The door was left open. There was a red ribbon there that evidentially went somewhere. It was just the end of a long ribbon, about 15 cm wide, so thick too. It leads in two directions, one, to the bedroom, where it connects with some drawers and a closet; the other one, to the armoury, where he had cleared some space for her.

Letting her take the mask off, which is a strange thing for him. He's usually terribly protective of it. He looks pretty bad, but not much worse than usual. "Natasha... I'm fine. You're not." He coughs, "weren't. You needed to work off some steam. I wanted to be there for you. I always want to be there for you. Move in with me. Please." He's begging. He means it. The look of sincerity on his eyes, well, the one that's open. The other one is healing. But he has a lot of injuries to heal.


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
The ribbon is glanced at. Something she will explore shortly. To find out where they lead.

The situation is absurd really. There is no reason for them to move in together. They have been friends for a short time now although admittedly, Natasha has let him behind a few of her emotional walls. They've shared time and laughed. He made her feel almost normal, an extreme for the conditioned spy. There has even been flirtation although it hasn't crossed the lines to anything more. It wouldn't be considered a relationship but friendship is a bit understating.

Complicated. It's a word she's used a lot lately.

"Is there a way I can help you? Painkillers? Something?" she asks, hating herself for having lost control. "And you just are accepting. You aren't even asking me why I did it. I don't understand."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool's got a broken arm, which he grabs with his other arm, and works at it, resetting it so that the bone will heal properly. He then, with the normal arm and the broken arm, begins to stagger to his feet. Damn, that is a fast healing factor. His eye already looks better than it did seconds ago. All of the damage she's inflicted is mostly superficial. Growing back a limb takes time. Repairing a crushed eye socket is simplicity compared to that.

"No, pills don't work on me. Believe me, I've tried; alcohol too. Okay, if I get enough absinthe, I feel something, but them's the breaks. My arm," he held it up, wiggling his fingers, "already feels better. But, that doesn't matter to me right now. When you showed up, you were in pain. Something was bothering you. Now, things seem better." She seemed more like her normal self to him.

"I want to be there for you, to help you. I've been there myself. I like you. I slept like a baby beside you, even if we didn't have the 'turn the camera aside' kind of fun." What was he talking about there? "Point is, I like you, I think you tolerate me, and we're good together. So why not give it a go. It's not like you can kill me. If it doesn't work out, c'est la vie, or maybe you'd prefer dasvidaniya. Whatever. You, me, together, let's give it a whirl? I might be immortal. You're especially long lived. But it's not enough. I don't want to waste a second of it. Do you?"


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Climbing to her feet beside him, Natasha watches as he is healing right before her eyes. That is a crazy handy ability.

"I don't just tolerate you, Wade," she says with a shake of her head. "I like you. I like spending time with you. There are very few people I feel that way about." Although that circle seems to be growing in the last couple of months. She does need a new safehouse really so it's a practical decision, right? It has nothing to do with bad spy movies and snuggling up against his shoulder. Better to think of it with less emotion.

Which isn't fair. He's putting himself out there. She needs to face her own feelings and do the same. "We'll try it," she finally says, biting the bullet. "See how it goes. But if there is a camera in that bedroom, you better get rid of it or I'll make this beatdown feel like a massage."

Deadpool has posed:
"R-really?" He asks, not having believed it. She's going to move in with him? He says it to himself, and the voices in his head discuss it, neither one of them believing that they heard it correctly. "You know, I wasn't er, talking about, um, like, a roommate, second bedroom sort of thing?" He just wanted to make sure she was interested in what he was. Sure, he was jumping the gun, moving a few steps ahead, but he didn't have to have done the nasty with her to know he liked her. They had slept together, albeit in a plutonic way.

He was hoping for more, but not just that, he wanted to wake up with her, to have breakfast with her, to talk about his day with her, who he shot, why he shot them, or vice versa. Her mentioning the bedroom gives him some relief. "Oh, no, no. Do you think anybody would want to see me naked?" Even he shudders at the thought, then he asks, "so, more than just tolerate? You like me? What is it that you like about me, sweetie?" He tries it out. It sounds horrible. They both know it. "Okay, I'll work on a pet nickname."


Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
"Or we can drop the pet name altogether," Natasha suggests. She realizes her knuckles are a mess and wipes them off on her side absently. Compared to his state, though it's improving by the second, a few busted knuckles are nothing. She does started walking toward the door, the ribbon catching her attention once more. "I'm not talking about second bedroom either," she says as she starts to follow the trail to the bedroom. She opens the drawers and closets, automatically considering where to stash weapons and gear. She motions to the bed taking up so much space in the room. "There's plenty of room there and we did just fine sharing the space last time." Yes, he means a diffferent sort of space sharing but that may come with more time.

She trails out, following the ribbon again and when she reaches the armoury, her brows lift in surprise. To the end of the ribbon and there her own personal spaces for a whole lot of weapons if she wanted. Somewhere inside of here, something shifts. She runs her hands over the padded drawers then the pegs on the wall, all emptied of his own toys to make room for hers.

She looks over at him, her expression tender. "That is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me," she says, voice full of emotion that she doesn't understand. She takes a step back, turning, closing the distance and putting her arms around his neck. One hand slides up to the back of his head, a little pressure to pull his face toward hers. Unless he stops her, it seems he's about to experience another Widow skill or weapon--her kiss.