“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…” your self-proclaimed mentor whispered, drawling the sound out creepily. He placed one of his fingers on your lips, as if you needed the physical gesture to go with the words. “Papa knows what’s best for his precious.”
You threw him a skeptical look before glancing at the pile of pizza boxes before you.
You very much doubted that eating the mountain of junk food would be good for you and your performance, much less so after all the other stupid stuff he had you do this week.
(You could cross out a lot of things from your idiotic-things-to-do list – thanks to your bestie.)
Jumping of a bridge dressed in Tony’s Stark powered-down armor? Check.
Almost drowning because you couldn’t power the damn thing up after reaching the ocean’s bottom? Check.
Stealing a cistern full of milk? Check.
Only to fill a pool with it? Check.
The pool of some vegan Deadpool had a grudge on for one reason or another? You guessed it right – CHECK!
The nonsensical list went on and on and on and – unfortunately – on. You couldn’t even remember agreeing to being trained by Wade. One morning he just showed up in your apartment and proclaimed the two of you were going to hang out. By ‘hang out’ you though he meant ‘having a barbecue’ or something like that, not trying to keep up with his insane ideas of fun.
You sat down on Wade’s couch with a resigned sigh and reached for a slice of pizza.
At least he remembered to order your favorite one.
“If I barf all over your couch – you’re cleaning it up,” you said, before taking a bite.
“No phobhem,” the mercenary already had his mouth full. “Enjoy your reward, my pretty student. Sensei will take care of it.” He ruffled your hair with his free hand.
You rolled your eyes, hoping this was the last thing he had planned for the two of you.
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