ENIGMA (Deadpool x Seme Male Reader)

006 - Gay Walk™

"You sure you had enough to eat?" You asked as you excitedly made your way down to the gym. Wade trailed after you, nodding emphatically.

"We're going to work out now. If I'd eaten more than the smoothie bowl I'd have felt like ass halfway through. Also, you know, for all your bitching about Stark being an almond mom, you sure seem to enjoy making healthy food."

"Do you want pancakes tomorrow then?" You asked. He hummed animatedly, walking ahead of you.

"Sure. But I'm making them. I am the Pancake Patriarch!" He exclaimed whirling around to face you and bowing dramatically.

You grinned, giving a little bow of your own. "Then I suppose I can permit you to use my kitchen temporarily, m'lord."

Your tone was regretful and reluctant but the humor flashing in your eyes was unmistakable.

He let out a fake gasp and stood still, letting you catch up with him. "Your kitchen?! The insolence! Alphas, I swear!"

At that you couldn't hold back anymore, and cackled, throwing your head back. He soon joined in, laughing along with you in the middle of the brightly lit hallway.

You liked his laugh. It was loud and forceful, like a chainsaw, immediately demanding your attention. For the first time, you found yourself wishing that you could see his face. You wondered how his laughter would light up his visage, if he has a nice smile, thought about the potential colour of his eyes.

You were wretched out of your thoughts by the sound of someone clearing their throat. You craned your neck and ended up staring down at a familiar face.

"You're in the way," the mousy haired man said, pointing at the end of the hallway.

"That we are," you said, smiling amicably at him despite his attitude. "I didn't quite catch your name the other day."

He huffed, then said, "Clint Barton. Didn't exactly ask you for yours either, come to think of it."

You walked forward, smiling at Wade in order to include him in the interaction somewhat. Remind him that you hadn't forgotten he was there.

He'd be peaky for the next few days and you wanted him to be as emotionally stable as possible. He was doing well so far but you were anticipating manic episodes of epic proportion to occur at some point.

"Ah, it's (Y/N) (L/N)," you said, making sure to turn to face the man. "Not to be invasive or anything, but you're hard of hearing, right?"

At that the man froze almost imperceptibly but nodded, pointing at his ears. Two nude hearing aids were attached to them.

"Ah shit sorry. Didn't notice them. You just frowned whenever I spoke and wasn't facing you when I came by the other day so I made a guess. Do you use ASL?"

Clint nodded slowly. "I can still hear a little and read lips though, so it's not overtly necessary."

"Makes it easier to communicate from across a room, though so I'll keep it in mind."

"I...thank you."

The man seemed somewhat chastened now. As if ashamed by his behavior before. You turned to Wade.

"Let's get going then. I've got way too much fucking energy right now. It needs out," you stated, speed walking forward.

"Oi wait up. Why are your strides so fucking long?" Wade grumbled, but his amusement was evident in his tone.

"It's the curse of the Gay Walk, I'm afraid."

Wade snorted, shoving your shoulder playfully as he sped past you. "Excuse you, doll. I patented the Gay Walk™," he declared, swaying his hips as he sauntered forward. You just shook your head with an amused look on your face and briefly turned back towards Clint to say goodbye, raising your hand, your palm facing forward, and and folding four fingers into your palm. After a moment's hesitation, he returned the gesture.