wade wilson — mlm , spideypool · Y/n story by @watercoloreyess

The city sprawled beneath them like a circuit board—winking lights, distant sirens, the rumble of a train sliding through the bowels of Manhattan.

Wade Wilson

clears throat behind him Mind if I join you, Spangles? Or is this a solo brooding session?

A man in a red-and-black suit, katanas strapped across his back, stood maybe ten feet away. He had a jaunty posture, one hand on his hip like he'd just walked onto a talk show. The other held a greasy paper bag from a 24-hour deli.

Wade Wilson

I got extra egg rolls. Thought we could talk while we ate. Real civil-like. taps the side of his mask No ulterior motives.