8502/I am also a fan of Steve!

I am also a fan of Steve!
Date of Scene:	25 July 2019
Location:	The curb just outside Avengers Mansion
Synopsis:	Bucky meets Wade, and there's blood and a Steve!
Cast of Characters:	Deadpool, Winter Soldier, Captain America

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Deadpool has posed:
"I will shoot you. I will do it. Two more times," proclaims Deadpool as a drone robotic guard-like security thing 'shows' the red and black leather-garbed mercenary the door. Or more specifically, hauls him across the lawn by one foot and dumps him on his back on the pavement just outside of the fence.

Deadpool has a gun out, leveled at the drone, but doesn't actually fire it. Instead, he lays there, his feet in the air - one partially on the fence - on the spot he was dumped.

In addition to the red and black tactical suit, Wade is also wearing, over it, an army green shirt, one of Steve's favorite shirts. Someone that knows Steve could recognize it, no doubt.

A passerby stares at Deadpool, of course. "Hi," Deadpool says to them, with a salute of gun, while still laying on the sidewalk. This is normal.

Winter Soldier has posed:
So, there's a black sidecar bike pulling up to the kerb. It looks like some descendant oof the German bikes oof the second world war - like Indy should be driving, and Jones the Elder sitting in the sidecar disapproving ofirmly oof everything in their path.

It's driven, however, by a young man with long, dark hair, and the sidecar passenger isn't an archaeologist, but a big German Shepherd with ofur oof honey gold and black. Wearing shiny doggles, no less, and sitting there with the aplomb oof a model on the runway. Buck's dressed plainly: black ofatigue pants, gray t-shirt, black motorcycle gloves. The arm's covered by the kind oof plain cloth sleeve you might see on someone tattooed who has to keep it covered ofor work. Kind oof nominally pale oflesh-toned, but not enough to pass ofor anything at close range...still better than looking like he was the result oof someone's liaison with a box oof aluminum ofoil.

He's clearly noted Wade's disarray, but....no one seems to be in immediate danger. So he dismounts deliberately, goes to help the dog out oof the sidecar (removing her goggles, adjusting the mesh service dog vest she wears), and retrieves a sack of something ofrom the sidecar's trunk. No apparent weaponry on him.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade doesn't bother to get up yet. He does move one leg to cross it over the other, though. One heel remains on the fence, but now he's got a sort of 'I intentionally am here being sexy' pose going on. Except that the drone still is nearby keeping an eye on making sure the mercenary doesn't get more bright ideas about being on the OTHER side of that fence.

With an overwhelmingly loud sigh, Deadpool pulls the shirt up in front a little to dig in his belt pouches. Granola bar. Stuffed cute little pink rabbit plush. Some yellow post-its. A bit of an old apple. A shoe insert of blue gel. Ah! Phone. He pokes the top name.

"Steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve," Deadpool says, extending the word out over a full, lonnnnng, deep breath. And then breathing in again, to add, "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Bucky is sure the mercenary's okay; Deadpool has a rep for being nearly unkillable. The dog, however, is not so sure, and she comes over to inspect him, sniffing at Wade, shiny black nose working overtime.

"Steve's not home right now," Buck offers, as he follows the dog. "You need a hand up?" Obviously, he doesn't, but...

Deadpool has posed:
Wade orients on the dog first since she comes to sniff at him, and fearlessly extends a hand to try to ruffle her ears. "OOooo, hi. Who's a pretty doggie. You are. Prettiest doggo," Wade says, while still on the phone. That's going to be one interesting message for Steve later.

"He was not in his room. I have been highly disappointed today," Wade announces, and then puts the phone away to extend both hands up and outwards in a somewhat childlike 'pick me up' style of acceptance of the offer. "Not really, but let's do it together," Wade says, his voice chipper behind the mask. For an unkillable psycho he's very friendly! "How'd you know?" A pause. "About the Captain. Not about the needing or wanting help off the sidewalk thing. I presume you have eyes and saw the second thing. Not to be presumptuous."

Winter Soldier has posed:
She accepts the ruffling with a doggy grin, pink tongue lolling, then turns an expectant look on Bucky. Hey, human, help this guy up. I've let you know he needs it, do your job, I've done mine.

James should know better, but....if Deadpool had him under contract, he wouldn't be trying to pull it off on the Avengers' collective doorstep. So he takes Wade's hands, pulls him up to his feet. "Well, you were just calling Steve....and he's mentioned you before. I know he's not home 'cause I called him earlier. He's out Avenging something."

Deadpool has posed:
"Are you also part of his fan club, or more in the best friend category such as myself?" Wade questions as he's pulled to his feet. "Thanks, so strong," Wade says flatteringly, with an edge of something that's quite possibly a flirt, but with the mask, it's probably difficult to know for certain exactly how he meant it.

Probably flirt.

Wade's heavily built, so it isn't like he's all that differnet from the super-soldiers in physique anyway. Just enough to fit better into cars and airplane seats. And to allow him to wear Steve's green army shirt OVER his tactical uniform without destroying it.

"Wait. He mentioned me? In positive context?" The beam of smile is apparent with the mask. "I'm getting to him. Slowly. Like prostate cancer." A pause. "Or something more positive, but maybe less accurate."

Winter Soldier has posed:
The dog is pleased with the result, looking to Bucky again for approval, then back to Wade, tail wagging. "Ah, I'm a friend," he says, hesitantly. "You're Wade, right?"

Buck's nowhere near as big as Steve - but then who is? (without being a big Asgardian or a Hulk). "He's mentioned you. Said you were very persistent. How did you, uh, meet him?" Still wary, but not disposed to get upset about it. Brain-damaged assassins have to stick together, maybe.

Deadpool has posed:
"Okay, friend. Yes, absolutely correct in one guess, I /am/ Wade, the artist also known as Deadpool, amoung other things, including 'oh fuck' and 'please don't kill me'," Wade says, using air quotes on the various titles. "Usually Deadpool, when I have my face on. But Wade is okay. I won't remember which you prefer, so that's on you," Wade chatterboxes at top speed.

He bends back towards the dog, to continue to attempt to ruffle her ears and her neck ruff. "Dogdogdog," Wade says to her in babytalk.

"Who are you then? I'll give it best effort to use it. Not just 'helper-sidewalk-guy that is possibly a Steve stalker.'" A pause. "I'm only very persistent half the time."

Winter Soldier has posed:
"I'm James. That's Lili. I'm not a stalker. Just a friend of his." Well, he was a stalker, in the worst, most murderous possible way. But that phase is over, right?

Lili is agog, eyes going squinty with pleasure, trying to lick Wade's hands. "It's okay if you forget. I'll remind you, if I need to." It isn't a threat. His tone isn't even annoyed - almost sympathetic, for all that Buck's clearly puzzled. Did he give Steve that shirt? Did Steve give him one like it?

Deadpool has posed:
"Lili, owner of James," Deadpool decrees of the dog, and continues to playfully rub her down, in a very 'dog person' style of way, entirely fearless, and attempting to sit by her, and draw her partially over him to play and wrestle. He's probably hard to see as dangerous with the open and warm behavior that's going on with the dog, even if his speech is clearly heavy with Wade's unique breed of mental problems.

"Great! Then we'll get along swimmingly. Unless we're both vying for Steve's affections. I'm going to win his hand by valentine's day." It could just be a throw-away comment, or it could have deeper meaning.

"But not if he's on the rebound at the time. I'm better than that."

Winter Soldier has posed:
There's a very wry look on the former Soldier's face at that. Something in him juuuuust wicked enough to want to try and set that train in motion.....and just wise enough to know it'd be an utter trainwreck. "No, I'm just his friend," he says, very gently. "He has a girlfriend, though. So....I wouldn't get your heart set on it."

A smile for the comment about Lili. "That's pretty accurate. I'm her service human." She's content to tussle with Wade, pretending to be ferocious, even as her tail wags furiously.

Deadpool has posed:
"Arr rarr rar," Wade 'fierces' back at the dog, snaring the fur near her cheeks to rar-rar in her face with her, and then fall sideways and back to let her climb across him while they play. "OOps, watch the grenades," he does say to her, moving her off one of his hips. It's better to not catch the pin in those unexpectedly.

"Oh I know. Janet. Sure. She'll break his heart, though. I think that's part of his ... thing. To walk around somewhat pining, heartbroken just a little. Like, is he happy, truly? Hmmmmmmm!" Wade doesn't seem concerned. "Besides, I think valentine's is february. I don't want to math, but I got time. I didn't say Halloween. Although that's a decent challenge. Easier to proclaim I'll be dating YOU by Halloween, maybe," Wade says, with some thoughtful logic.

"What service does he PROVIDE you precious?" Wade asks the dog in a stage-whisper. "Good walkies I bet."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Lili snaps at the air, nowhere near Wade's face. Getting into the spirit of the game - she puts her forepaws on his chest and belly. I win. I win.

His brows go up, and now there's a light of genuine amusement in his face. "You really do know Steve," he says. "Yeah, that kind of is his thing. And nah, I don't date."

Lili licks Wade's chin. "I walk her. Feed her. We play fetch. It's a good deal for everybody."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool wipes the lick off of his mask with his forearm as if it were actually his face. Naturally it's not. "PLEH, spit. And me with my face on, unable to return the licks. Damn you Lili," Wade says, with mock distress. He then drops his arms back, playing 'dead' as Lili stands on his chest, though she's moving some with his breathing.

"I really do!" Wade agrees, unable to stay dead more than a second. There's too much mouth to be mouthing.

"You don't? Huh. After Black Widow, I'm not sure I should date either. She might go into a creepy jealous thing and dangle them by their toes over a vat of acid." A pause. "What you doin' Thursday?" Wade asks, charmingly.

Captain America has posed:
Avenging it was...for a far less dangerous reason than normal. An afternoon spent at the New York-Presbyterian Children's Hospital for a fundraiser is an afternoon well-spent. Of course, Steve was in his full gear from head to toe while on the site, but as his motorcycle rounds the corner, it's clear he's changed into his civilian gear. Jeans and combat boots, an Avengers shirt (red with the 'A' logo in crisp white centrally on his chest) beneath his motorcycle jacket. The shield is on his back, but it's covered by a lightweight stretch-fabric to help keep it more anonymous.

He slows to pull up alongside the sprawl of Deadpool, triumphant Lili, and his oldest friend and surveils the scene with a well-seen nod, given he's eschewed a helmet.

"I'd ask if anyone's in trouble, but there's no blood, so I assume we're all fine?" says he by way of greeting, seeming to smile to himself even as he puts both soles down on the concrete. The motorcycle idles throatily beneath him.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Lili decides that the best course of action is to lie down, albeit with head and forepaws resting on Wade's chest. Rest time.

"No, I don't," Buck confirms, putting his hands in his pockets. "And Widow can be terrifying. Thursday? I work."

Then there's the familiar rumble of the Harley's engine, and he looks over. "Hey, Steve. Lili's made another conquest," says Buck, with a grin. Less tentative and far warmer than his caution with Wade. "I came by to drop off parts for the bike," he says, lifting the black cotton bag he's holding.

Deadpool has posed:
No blood? "No BLOOD?" Wade echoes. He drops one hand off of the dog, pulls a knife from his thigh holster in the same motion, flips it around across his wrist, and stabs himself through the opposite palm. It's extremely fast, and lacks any warning. He did it while Bucky was turned away.

"Now I need help. All the help. Right here!" Wade encourages as if flagging down Steve with the impaled hand.

"Let's go to medical. I might not be able to walk. Carry me," Wade announces, outstretching both hands. With one having a knife stuck through it and dripping blood down his hand and onto the concrete, it's a bizarre sight.

Captain America has posed:
"You get 'im, Lili." Yes, Steve does encourage the dog to continue to rest upon Deadpool because, at heart? He's one to subtly encourage trouble -- this, Barnes knows. The Ultimate Boyscout facade only runs so deep. "'nd thanks for bringing the parts. Figure we'll -- "

The sudden appearance of the knife from Deadpool's thigh has the Captain holding out his own hand. "Wade, wait -- " The rest of his lungful of air leaves the blond man in a slow, grinding wince. That looks like it hurt. Well, it //looks// like it hurt, for all the Merc didn't even flinch. "Wade. You can walk. Your legs are fine." He's quick to add, "That was //not// an invitation to injure yourself further. Please, don't do it."

Bucky gets a side-look and a little shrug. "Let me park the bike 'nd I'll come back around, hold up."

Which leaves Bucky to tend to the Merc with the Mouth. Oh dear.

Winter Soldier has posed:
There's a whole chorus of metallic clanks as Buck drops the bag, pounces on Lili and hauls her away. He's fast, but not fast enough to have clearly followed Wade hurting himself - there was just the flash of the blade and then blood.

So Barnes's motion ends up with him holding the Shepherd as if she were a dog a tenth her size, inspecting her as she whimpers. His face is pale with fury....though once he realizes Lili isn't hurt, he sets her down, gently. A motion of his gloved hand directs her to stay at his side. "Jesus, Wade," he hisses. "Don't do that. She's trained to help people when they get hurt. You just scared her." Then he's walking them both back, away from Wade - still facing the mercenary, in case he tries something else.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade had indeed started to look at his legs. That's the natural progression there, and Steve saw it coming. "It's like we share the same brain," Wade breathes at Steve. "Except I only have ten percent of it. You need to share a lot more," teases the mercenary. "Also my legs are not fine. Have you SEEN my legs? There is not a lot fine about my legs, sadly. Although I have a few pairs of pants that can help fake it. They're thick, and hide the ---oh!"

Wade looks at Bucky and Lili, and rolls towards hand and knees. He pulls the knife from his palm, dropping it on the cement, and moves on hand and knee towards Lili. "Nooooooo. I didn't mean it. I'm sorry Lili," Wade says, making bloody handprints on the left as he moves. "She can help me, it's cool," Wade offers, as if that would fix it.

Captain America has posed:
Steve's quick to put the motorcycle away in the garage sequestered off to the side and leaves the shield leaned against it as he jogs back, fully expecting things to have escalated at least half a step in his absence.

The bloody handprints are definitely half a step up as he jogs over. "Here, Wade, come on. Let's get you to your feet. You really want to go to medical? I thought your skin closed up pretty fast." A slide-step brings him partially interposed between the Soldier and Lili as he offers Wade a helping hand to his feet, heedless of the potential for smearing of bright red on his own skin.

Winter Soldier has posed:
This is contrary to her training - Bucky's not helping Wade....and he's in distress, himself. The scent of blood has her licking her nose in distress, and whimpering, Buck's good hand buried in her ruff, holding her collar.

"Wade, stay where you are," His voice has gone cold. "This isn't cool. You're frightening her." Lili's not the only one frightened.

Deadpool has posed:
"What? Medical? Yeah! I like medical, and I've a hankering for some lime jello --- so, hold on, I've healed, I need to stab again if I'm going to be wounded for medical ---" Wade says, as he's joined by Steve. He was half into accepting the hand up when he's realizing he put his knife down, and ends up half-held in Steve's hand while the rest of his body goes semi-limp as he tries to extend his bloody hand down towards where he dropped the knife.

Captain America has posed:
"No, Wade -- " Grunting, the Captain immediately locks his grip around the man's wrist and pulls him like a sack of wet clothing farther away from the blade. It means traveling a few square's worth away down the sidewalk. "It's okay, you're healed, you don't need medical." His voice is enviably calm during this entire interaction, even if there's a sharper glint in his true-blue eyes. These flick to Bucky.

"Buck, mind toeing that knife inside the fenceline?" By his tone, it's perfectly fine if the Soldier isn't able to assist.

He adds, towards Wade in particular, "I will give you the knife back, Wade, don't worry."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Buck wastes no time giving it a shove with his foot, sending it skittering within the fence's perimeter. Steeltoes, presumably. Let Stark's drones deal with it. There's an unreadable look for the Captain...but his fingers are still tight in the dog's fur. Well, it's for situations like this that Steve got her in the first place.

Deadpool has posed:
"You're acting like I don't have two swords on my back and six knives on various other places on my body, plus at least one ice-pick, and that's just things that stab or slice," Wade prattles conversationally, with a yelp as he's suddenly hauled from the blade. Seeing as he didn't REALLY have weight on his legs, he ends up dragged on his heels for part of it.

Wade doesn't actually seem sulky, more informational. "Why are we all freaked out? I'm confused. More than normal. I didn't stab somebody else, I know how you frown on mutilation that isn't self, Stevie--"

Captain America has posed:
"I frown on multilation in general, Wade." The Merc is then released to his druthers on the concrete. A quick glance up marks the knife away behind the fenceline of the mansion's perimeter and then he gets to enjoy the disappointed frown of Steve Rogers down at him, complete with the Captain resting his hands on his hips. "We're freaked out because we'd rather see you without any form of stab wounds."

A glance up at Bucky silently communicates, with a flick of brows, 'You okay?' in the most general sense of the thought -- he knows Lili's trying to do her job to soothe her rattled handler.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Trying for calm.....and luckily, Steve's there to help. "He's right. Even if you heal real quick - you don't need to hurt yourself to get attention," Buck ventures, voice low. Lili's pressed close to his leg, and his hand is on her ears now, smoothing the fur there.

Embarrassed, now, in fact, lips tight. Though he gives Steve a rueful look. "I should know better than to come here," he says, almost sotto voce. It never does seem to go well for him.

Deadpool has posed:
"Oh shit. Disappointed look WITH hands on hips. I fucked uuuuuuup," Wade narrates aloud as if speaking to someone that isn't there. Some unseen audience in Wade's mind, maybe an invisible friend.

"Okay, let's see." Wade searches in his pouches again, locates a single moist towelette in a square package, rips it open. He then slatheringly attempts to wipe blood off his glove on that side, causing the wipe to explode in bright red from the fresh blood.
"Aaaaaall bet-ter," Wade sing-songs hopefully, guilty, at the other two. He looks for somewhere to put the red moist towelette, and finally just puts it back in the pouch next to a box of tic-tacs.

Then there's a long pause as Wade takes in what Bucky says. "....I don't?" Wade asks, bewildered. "It's usually super effective, like water on a fire pokemon."

Captain America has posed:
Steve continues to hold the stance. He looks up at Bucky once more and his lips take on a knowing pull of quick sympathy. "You're welcome back at any time," comes the quiet reassurance to the Soldier, and it holds an unshakeable confidence in turn. Turning his attention back to Wade, he's pleased to see the cleaning going on. It has the semblance of normalcy...for what constitutes normal for Wade Wilson.

"Buck's right though. You don't. Remember the Legos? I gave you the shirt." His hand gestures off one hip before returning to it. "There wasn't any need to harm yourself. We talked, right? Had dinner. All of it harmless. Except the Lego. That looked like it hurt, but I don't think you meant to step on it."

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier's lip curls. Steve, determined to force the universe into the shape he wants by sheer force of will.....and one of those things seems to be that he'll just believe the other Avengers into being able to deal with Barnes.

He's edged back closer to his own bike. Not quite willing to leave Steve alone with Wade....but not enthused about getting any closer.

Deadpool has posed:
"Sorry, James. Really. From my heart, such as it is," Wade says, with a press of both hands up over his heart on his chest, words fervent and clear. It's not shallow, there's some actual depth there. Wade /is/ sorry, for all appearances. "I forget and fuck up. A lot. No excuse though. I get excited." SO EXCITED.

Wade attempts to trot around Steve towards the pair on the sidewalk, as if expecting things to be fine now. There was an apology, things are fine. It's very likely Steve stops him, though, and Wade's stoppable. Not from talking, though.

"I'd offer to take a punishment but I feel like that'd make things kind of worse, considering the situation, so I'm not offering that. So, punishments are forbidden. Just hugs and caring. Which I also can excel at, at an accelerated rate."

"Things hurt more when you don't expect them, like Lego caltrops," Wade says, distracted by Steve's attempt to engage him. successful distraction! "Yes. You're right. You present good evidence, Steve," Wade compliments. "The suicidal thing isn't great; pointless really. I mostly keep it in a box. Thanks, you're a good buddy," Wade says, suddenly attempting to hug Steve, in a gentle, soft little way. He then extends an arm to waggle it at Bucky. 'Get in hereeee!' the arm waggle seems to say!

Captain America has posed:
Wade is, in fact, stopped by the Captain yet again. It's something halfway between a body block and a clothes-lining arm, but all by dint of his physical build rather than any force used. Force used tends to be returned in the case of the Merc with the Mouth and a tussle on the front sidewalk before the Avengers mansion isn't something Steve wants to entertain at this moment. Or ever, really, without good reason.

"You're welcome, Wade." Even if there's a sense of strained patience, there's also an undying sincerity to Steve's words. He knows he had some influence, even if it was passing, like a breeze across a field at best. This hug doesn't seem anything like a full-body tackle or attempt at a sudden forwards-facing piggyback, so the Captain returns it in the same non-lingering manner.

Winter Soldier has posed:
Winter Soldier shakes his head at that, firmly. When was the last time he hugged Steve? He can't remember. But this....this isn't an opportunity he wants to take.

Though there is something mesmerizing about the sight of someone nearly as memory-damaged as he is himself. Lili looks up at him in puzzlement.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade gives a deep sigh of pleasure at the hug. It isn't sexual (yet), just a relief. "Sometimes it's important to just have physical contact with another person, makes it less like you should kill yourself," Wade shares thoughtfully, openly, without tact.

"I don't think I can censor any of this, so if you'd rather another topic, maybe bring one up. You smell like sweat," Wade shares, distracted away from Bucky by his own inability to focus.

"I'll take my knife back now. I like that one. I'll sheath it in a place other than in my body."

Captain America has posed:
Wade gets a firm patpat on his back, though not hard enough to force air from him or to leave bruises afterwards, and then Steve is taking a step back. His hands return to his hips and he sighs shortly.

"I was in the suit for most of the day, yes. Hospital visit," he explains to the Merc as to why he hasn't showered just yet. "Can you do me a favor while I retrieve your knife? Stay right here calmly? Right here," and Steve points at the sidewalk beneath their booted feet. "I'll bring your knife back to you?" His expression is as open as his question is, without guile if not without a quiet firmness.

Winter Soldier has posed:
There's amusement in Buck's face again, if remote and bleak. Well, he's given Steve practice in wrangling suicidal idiots, hasn't he? Maybe he should hug Steve more often.

"I'll get it," he volunteers. Like Steve's a snake charmer who might get bitten if Wade's attention wanders again.

Deadpool has posed:
Wade stares at Steve as if Steve completely lost his mind. "....Yes...?" Wade answers, pulling his head back a little, and setting his hands on the sides of his utility belt. As if asking him those things was bizarre to say to another adult. He ends up staring at Steve, while just being perfectly calm and rational human being (albeit dressed like a leathery and blood-tinged murder-hobo) on the sidewalk.

"I'm not a live grenade," Wade informs them. And then cocks his head, considering that. "Actually. Oh."

Point taken.

Captain America has posed:
Bucky gets a quick look, with those wheat-blond eyebrows having crawled high up Steve's face. "Yeah, sure, Buck. Thank you, we'd appreciate it." He does include Wade in this sentiment rather than leave him out, given the Merc did want his knife back.

"We know you're not a live grenade, Wade, we do. We just weren't ready for that display, okay? Remember though, Buck has a good point. You don't need to hurt yourself to get our attention. Neither of us," and he points between himself and Barnes with Lili at his side.

Deadpool has posed:
"I don't /entirely/ remember why I did it," Wade admits in confidential-tone whisper. "But yes. Okay." He gives them both two thumbs up. Good behavior. No stabbing.

That'll last.