“I dunno, have you checked your brother’s room?” He scoffed, waving his hand in a flamboyant manner.

Wade merely rolled his eyes at that, smirking at such close contact and tapping his gloved finger under Victor’s chin. “Real cute expression you make when you’re all angry, whiskers. But maybe keep a lid on it, so we don’t lose our jobs, yeah?” Wade whistled as Victor pulled away, “pervert.”

Wade has the biggest smirk as Victor toward over him, and he raised an eyebrow in a cocky manner. “Yeah?” He tilts his head, putting a hand on his hip. “Sounds like precious kitten needs a time out.” He cooed, scratching the top of his head as if Victor was a real cat.

“Yeah! Me Wade!”

“Oh yeah? And how would you know anything about being a father figure? Or being called daddy?” Wade’s stance heightened and he looked more defensive, “Nah. Not while Stryker has you on a leash, as well as your baby brother. You’re like a little pet.” Wade snickered.

“Depends on who you ask. To many, I’m a father figure.” Wade blinked dumbly whenever Victor approached him closer, curling in on himself just a little while he looked at the floor. “What’s it to you, anyway? A…and quit that prowling. I’m not afraid of you.” Wade spoke, frowning at the floor.

“Oh, like I haven’t seen your search history—“ he muttered, hoping Victor wouldn’t hear. “I’m a red blooded Canadian man. So what if a little adrenaline rush gets me off?” He scoffed and picked his knife up off the ground before slumping and pouting hard.

He looks just as startled with himself, blood dripping from his shoulder. “Hey… c’mon, that wasn’t my fault!” He runs after Victor, embarrassed. “At least give me my knife back, fuckface—“

He smacks his lips together, holding that thought. “Hey… I may be a slut, but I’m not a shameless one. I have standards unlike you.” He wrinkles his nose up at him. “I’m picky. I gotta keep away from freaks… well, like you. My blood ain’t going anywhere near you.”

He watched him wearily, fist tightened around the knife as he pulled it out. He felt like he was prey being stalked upon from the look in Victor’s eyes. “Nono, bad kitty—“ Wade yelped loud when Victor pounced on him, but the noise broke off into a heated sounding moan. “Fuck..!”

Wade hummed at that thought. Maybe secretly, he was quite fond of James as well as Victor. “Good God. You just saw me clean them, didn’t you? Should I put a lil spit on them or something?” Wade licked the end of his sword with a smirk, “It’s your fault if I get hepatitis.” He winked.

Wade wiped the sweat from his brow, but he was determined. "See? Haha, I'm winning alrea-" He jumped off so he could blink up at Victor, eyes wide with confusion. "Wh- princess?" Puffing his cheeks up, he muttered something under his breath. (1/2)

"I was stoned when I asked that question, my bad."

does chocolate milk really come from a brown cow?

He hissed when he felt the stinging sensation of claws puncturing into his skin. Wade muttered a curse, his blade stabbing Victor through the chest. "Ready to surrender- (huff)- yet?" His skin was sticky with blood and sweat from trying to wrestle Victor to the ground.

Wade looked very unimpressed with the joke. "Shut up. Anyways, a little odd for him to be against it... isn't that what we're hired for?" He leaned against Victor's shoulder, eyebrow raised. He suddenly smirked back. "You and your brother are pretty close, hm? Sure you're not a scoutmaster?"

Wade has somehow managed to drag a christmas tree into the barracks. He's spent the last couple of minutes baking shitty paper decorations for it with scissors.

Wade felt like he was going to pass out. "I'm just surprised you're even talkin' to me, peanut. Anyway-" he cleared his throat, "What's in it for me? How much cash we talking?" He smirked, "Can't exploit this body for free, babes. Stryker pays me six figures more than anyone else, sooo..."

"Multiverse, huh?" Wade put his hands on his hips, then his eyes went wide with disbelief. "Wait, JAMES- you really wanna team up with /me/?" He jumped excitedly, clapping his hands together. "Does that make us vigilantes? What kinda costume do I get? Don't ask me to wear fuckin' spandex."

That had Wade stuttering with embarrassment. He pouted his lip and crossed his arms, halfheartedly shoving him away. "Gym teacher? No, no, you must be thinking of scout master Kevin." He forced out a laugh, awkwardly grinning. "Why else would I be here? C'mon spit it out."

Wade let out a girlish shriek whenever his back hit the wall. "Hey! Quit laughin' like that! This is serious combat!" He let out a little wheeze with Victor's weight crushing him, and pulled his katana back into view, stabbing it into Victor's side. What? He couldn't really hurt him, anyway. (1/2)

Wade's pulse spiked at the sound of Victor's voice, but he remained silent, sword unsheathed and held tightly in his palm. He extended it in front of him, as if it were a barrier between them. His breath shook just the slightest amount when he heard the harsh drag of claws. He had been found. (1/2)

He didn't question the flip in his behavior and roughly patted his shoulder. "Oh. am I? And what exactly would that be, huh?" He rested that arm on his shoulder, a smug look on his face. "Can't a girl try to comfort someone without it being an innuendo of sorts?"

Wade didn't know why h even semi-agreed to whatever the fuck they were doing. With his increased stamina and speed, he could easily keep a decent pace in front of Victor. Knowing that harm was right behind him, though, gave him some sort of second handed high. A pure rush of adrenaline. (1/2)

Wade just crossed his arms, not seeing any reason to tell him to stop sniffing. He snorted at that. "You kiddin' me? We're all just his freaky little science experiments. Thought that part was obvious." He shrugged and elbowed him. "Say, though. why you keep sniffing me like a mutt, huh?"

There's a mischievous glint in Wade's eyes as he rakes them over Victor's form. He steps forward despite the threat of Victor's claws. "And to think we coulda been friends, V. Real chumps." He sighs, melodramatic as he pins Victor to the wall with his sword, stabbing it through his shoulder. (1/2)

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