Sunday funday, ohhh Sunday Sundaayyy

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“I’ll have to tell you more often, then.” Brie smiled slightly, moving along fluidly with his little dance move and then pouting slightly when he took a bite out of the cream puff. It was small enough to fit entirely in her mouth now, and she gulped it down. “As much as he acts like he doesn’t care, he really does. Even more so than he cares about himself sometimes.” She smiled fondly at the thought of her friend, he’d be home within the week. “He might go ape if he found out that you were ever here, you know? The feeling that you might get caught is riveting.” 

Brie looked at him funny, a remote? Why would they need that if they had that wonderful AI? She crinkled her nose, “you don’t know about Jarvis do you?” A pause on her part, “Jarvis.. would you kindly turn everything on?”

“Yes Miss Banner.” The AI turned the whole entertainment system on, the disk drive sliding open. 

Wade fell back on his ass the minute God’s voice filled the house out of no where. Stark and his ridiculously smart brain never ceased to amaze the mouthy mercenary. He smiled back at her trying to play his clumsiness off as he put the movie in the open disc drive, looking around the apartment suspiciously. “Now,oh great and powerful Wizard of Stark Tower, will you pretty please close this fancy pants moving picture maker and start the magical screen projection sequence?” His attempt to confuse the AI was in vain however. “Miss Banner, either your friend is inexplicably dim or just very bad at making jokes." And with that, the lights dimmed and the main menu of the DVD popped up on the television screen, the play option quickly selecting itself and the opening credits began. 

Wade looked completely offended as he turned to Bri, putting a hand to his chest, “Your wizard is very rude, Dorthy. I’m hurt by his harsh, untrue words!” He stuck his tongue out at the ceiling and walked back towards the counter to grab a plate of cream puffs and some fruit before turning back with a smile once to his lovely companion, “Now, let’s sit that cute little toosh on that couch that probably cost more than my apartment and watch some opera!” He quickly made his way back to the sofa, sitting the cream puffs and fruit down before flopping down himself, patting the spot next to him with a goofy grin.

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Sunday funday, ohhh Sunday Sundaayyy

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Wade’s hand hung  in the air right in front of the door as it opened, a smile spreading across his face to match hers. He lowered it and walked in, giving Sampson a pat on the head, “Coarse not dumplin’. A friend of your’s is a friend of mine after all!” He turned, bouncing in place a bit, causing little drops of moisture to fall out of his hair and onto Sampson’s face. He held out the box with a cheeky grin and did his best butler pose, ” Cream puffs and fruit, as Miss Banner requested.” he gave a short bow holding the box steady on one hand before putting it on the counter.

“There’s about 3 other boxes in the truck if you want more later puddin’ pop.” He slung his bag over the back of a chair and began unloading the contents of the box in a neat order, popping a grape in his mouth as he did so. “So, what’s it gonna be first? Brightman or Butler?” He smiled over at her as he continued to arrange the cream puffs by flavor. 

Sampson made an attempt to lick the water off of his muzzle. No good. He wagged his tail anyway, following this strange man to the counter. Would he give him a treat? ”No begging. Sampson get in bed.” The dog whined again, and moved towards the couch with his tail between his legs. He climbed onto the couch and made himself comfortable. That would be the last they saw of him until they got the movie started. 

Brie poked her head over his shoulder to get a better look at the contents of the boxes. She felt her mouth water and wiped away the drool before it could get on his shirt. “Have I told you that you’re the best?” Brie reached around him and took one of the chocolate cream puffs, she bit into it. “You’ll have to remind me about that later okay, darling?” They were so good. “Oh — uhm .. I’m thinking Brightman.”

"Eh, once or twice." he said with a smirk, popping another grape in his own mouth. Once everything was set out, he turned to her with a smile, "What the lady wants, the lady gets!" with that, he took her hand and twirled her, taking the cream puff in her other hand and biting into it with a cheeky grin before handing it back to her and grabbing his bag to pull out the DVD. He finally took a moment to take a look around the place as he moved towards the tv and gave a whistle, "Man, Stark really spare no expense when trying to keep his friend happy, huh?" He was sure that if Tony knew he was in the tower the pretty boy billionaire would have a conniption fit, but there was opera to be watched and cream puffs to be ingested damn it!!

He trotted his way over to the television, giving Sampson another ruffle on the head as he passed him, and bent down to work the DVD player. “There wouldn’t happen to be a remote around here, would there my dear buttercup?” He looked back at her with another smile, being bested by the fancy tech before him. He was lucky to get cable on a good day at his place, after all.  Plus anything technical but guns usually confused him easily.

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Sunday funday, ohhh Sunday Sundaayyy

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Wade never passed up an opportunity to have a lazy night in after a long job away. Tonight was no exception.  He had decided against taking his beloved Poolmobile, and instead pulled up to Bri’s apartment building in a mobile bakery  truck he had borrowed from a friend who owed him a favor. Thankfully, his friend had pulled all the stock of creampuffs he had in his shop as well as the truck for his good buddy Wade upon the merc’s request. When he said a truck load, he wasn’t kidding.

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Buzz. Bark. Buzz. Bark. Buzz. 


“Sampson, hush.” The German Shepard whined and quieted himself. 

Alright, who could that have possibly been? Brie never got any visitors. Ever. Not at the apartment anyway, she basically lived at Stark Tower now. How’d they know she was going to be here? She crinkled her nose and slunk off of the couch, dragging herself to the door buzzer, furry friend following suit. Before she pressed the little white button to allow her visitor in, Brie stood there quietly for a moment. It was Sunday night .. Wade was supposed to come over. With cream puffs and fruit. Her eyes widened and she pushed the button, “darling, is that you?”

She sniffed, it smelled like rain. The doctor turned her head slightly to get a look of the window from her peripherals. It was starting, and boy was it going to come down hard. Was that thunder? Would it be a good night to watch horror movies as well? She pondered for a moment her collection of flicks before snapping back into the now. “Come up, quick. I wouldn’t want you or our precious sustenance to get soaked.” Did he really bring a truck full? Probably.

Before he could even knock on the door, Brie opened it, a sweet smile gracing her features. “I’m glad you came.” She moved to the side, giving him room to enter. “By the way, this is Sampson. I hope you don’t mind that he’s joining us.”

Wade’s hand hung  in the air right in front of the door as it opened, a smile spreading across his face to match hers. He lowered it and walked in, giving Sampson a pat on the head, “Coarse not dumplin’. A friend of your’s is a friend of mine after all!” He turned, bouncing in place a bit, causing little drops of moisture to fall out of his hair and onto Sampson’s face. He held out the box with a cheeky grin and did his best butler pose, ” Cream puffs and fruit, as Miss Banner requested.” he gave a short bow holding the box steady on one hand before putting it on the counter.

"There’s about 3 other boxes in the truck if you want more later puddin’ pop." He slung his bag over the back of a chair and began unloading the contents of the box in a neat order, popping a grape in his mouth as he did so. "So, what’s it gonna be first? Brightman or Butler?" He smiled over at her as he continued to arrange the cream puffs by flavor. 

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Sunday funday, ohhh Sunday Sundaayyy

Wade never passed up an opportunity to have a lazy night in after a long job away. Tonight was no exception.  He had decided against taking his beloved Poolmobile, and instead pulled up to Bri’s apartment building in a mobile bakery  truck he had borrowed from a friend who owed him a favor. Thankfully, his friend had pulled all the stock of creampuffs he had in his shop as well as the truck for his good buddy Wade upon the merc’s request. When he said a truck load, he wasn’t kidding.

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askthatdouchebagdeadpool replied to your post: JESUS TAP DANCING ON ICE CHRIST. I’m getting you a truck load of cream puffs and fruit to share with me.

Of coarse cupcake! What’ll it be? The Vow? Valentines day? Phantom of The Opera?

Can we watch the Phantom Of The Opera, please? Bring nail polish too. We’re doing our toes.

Classic or Gerard Hunky Butler version? And nail polish? What makes you think I’ve got… Well shit, what color? I’ve got red, bright red, sparkly red, or black. 

We could watch both? It’s not like there’ll be anything for us to do tomorrow, right? So we can .. attempt to pull an all nighter? Wow, Wade. Let’s go with bright red and black. ‘Dead Pool Was Here’ kind of a thing. ~

Attempt? Oh darling, I’m the king of all nighters. Bright red and black it is then. And I’ve been everywhere man, breathed the mountain air man, tanned my backside bare man, that’s not the right line but I don’t care man, yeah I’ve been everywheeerrreee. ~~<3 I’ll be over in about 30 with the truck full of pastries and organic fruit, puddin pop!

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askthatdouchebagdeadpool replied to your post: JESUS TAP DANCING ON ICE CHRIST. I’m getting you a truck load of cream puffs and fruit to share with me.

Of coarse cupcake! What’ll it be? The Vow? Valentines day? Phantom of The Opera?

Can we watch the Phantom Of The Opera, please? Bring nail polish too. We’re doing our toes.

Classic or Gerard Hunky Butler version? And nail polish? What makes you think I’ve got… Well shit, what color? I’ve got red, bright red, sparkly red, or black. 

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What time is it? CHURRO TIME!!

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Wade gave a smile and a slight bow, putting on the worst accent he could muster, “Well of coarse, mi lady! Quickly then! The deep fried cinnamon pastries depend on it!” He walked back over to his Vespa, starting it up and patting the spot behind him. The Poolmobile was helmet optional, and he would let her decide if she needed one. But he was a damn good driver, and always thought the feeling of the wind blowing through one’s hair trumped the destruction helmets caused to hair-do’s. “So, where’s the best place to get Churros this side of town?” 

Her smile only grew wider as she laughed. His accent was cheesy, but this was Wade so everything was cheesy, even the tacos. Brie followed behind him and took a seat in the spot behind him. At this point she hoped he wasn’t a reckless driver, that would have been bad. Was she going to wear the helmet, though? No, because she didn’t want helmet hair. Just to be safe, Brielle put her arms around the other man’s waist and held on tightly when they started moving. ” You know that one bakery next to the one taco stand on the corner where that hobo lives? Yeah, over there.”

Wade gave a snort and backed up into traffic. “You pretty much just named every corner in the New York City area. Save a hooker or two down in Queens.” The musical sound of car horns mixed with the occasional F-bomb permeated the warm summer air as Wade weaved in and out of traffic, following the wonderful smell of deep fried Mexican goodies. It wouldn’t take to long to find the place, as he had a nose for food like a drug dog for cocaine, but they still had enough time for small talk. “So, What made you come The Big Apple anyway? Most aggressive city in the world isn’t exactly the place I’d picture you settling.”

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What time is it? CHURRO TIME!!

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Wade was never very good at sharing, but thankfully churros were cheap and bountiful in the great city of New York, so he would make an exception this once. He pulled up in front of Brie’s apartment on his trusty red and black Vespa, honking it’s manly horn to signal his arrival. Not like she would actually hear it, but really it was just a show of pride. His ride was, after all, the best on the block currently. He maneuvered into a small 15 minute parking spot and walked up to the door, pressing the button to call up to the nights partner in sweets procuring adventures abode and waited for her to answer.  Patiently humming the score from “Braveheart” as he did so.

How he figured out where she lived would forever remain a mystery. She smiled and lifted herself off the couch, heading towards the door. Brie stepped into her vans slip-ons and put everything she needed in the little satchel that was hanging from a hook on the wall. Brie grabbed it and slung it across her shoulder. This was the first time she’d ever done anything with the reckless mercenary and she hoped that everything went well. The doctor put on a smile and opened the door, shutting off the kitchen lights behind her. Was he really whistling Braveheart? She stiffed her laughter and greeted him, “hey Wade!” Brie stepped past him, looking out at the parking lot, which one was the Poolmobile? She could have imagined it being some rusty old beat up truck but no, there was none of that. There was a red Vespa, though, was that it? “Shall we be off then, oh brave William Wallace?” She was just poking fun at him.

Wade gave a smile and a slight bow, putting on the worst accent he could muster, “Well of coarse, mi lady! Quickly then! The deep fried cinnamon pastries depend on it!” He walked back over to his Vespa, starting it up and patting the spot behind him. The Poolmobile was helmet optional, and he would let her decide if she needed one. But he was a damn good driver, and always thought the feeling of the wind blowing through one’s hair trumped the destruction helmets caused to hair-do’s. “So, where’s the best place to get Churros this side of town?” 

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What time is it? CHURRO TIME!!

Wade was never very good at sharing, but thankfully churros were cheap and bountiful in the great city of New York, so he would make an exception this once. He pulled up in front of Brie’s apartment on his trusty red and black Vespa, honking it’s manly horn to signal his arrival. Not like she would actually hear it, but really it was just a show of pride. His ride was, after all, the best on the block currently. He maneuvered into a small 15 minute parking spot and walked up to the door, pressing the button to call up to the nights partner in sweets procuring adventures abode and waited for her to answer.  Patiently humming the score from "Braveheart" as he did so.

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Well, lucky you! I like to think I’m the best Deadpool the multiverse has to offer! I’m sure that if you’re anything like the dude Banner, you’ll be able to keep up with my blazing wit and hilarious jokes just fine.

I’ll have to meet all of the other you’s before I can say anything about that. Maybe .. maybe you could tell me a joke? Would you mind doing that for me, Wade? I’ll give you some cookies that I made earlier.

fsdjkla;jfgriq[jijksda    Cookies, you say? Well, you got me by the teeth with that one, madame! Hmmmm… Let me think of a good one… Alright! 

So, Brielle, do you know a good vet? Cause these pythons are sick.

BA DUM TIS.


They have M&Ms in them too. Oh dear, are you so easily swayed by food? I’ll consider coming to you if I have some silly favors.

Pfffffffft! Here, you deserve these. -hands him a few cookies-

Know how they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach? Well, I’m no exception to that saying.

M&Ms?!!!!

Call upon me anytime you need,ma’am. I work for cookies and sometimes cupcakes. -Takes cookie, happily eating it.-

VICTORY IS MINE ONCE AGAIN!

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