BAD IDEA ― deadpool & wolverine

TEN

CHAPTER TEN:
IS KETTI A SLUT?
KIND OF, BUT IT'S OKAY.

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KETTI TOOK A BITE OF HER BURRITO, WATCHING DEADPOOL CURIOUSLY, EYES NARROWED.

"Why haven't you taken it off?" She asked around a bite.

He stopped, looking down at the knife he was tossing up and down, feet hanging off the ledge of the bridge.

"What?"

"Your mask," she clarified. "I saw your face when you slept."

Deadpool was quiet, watching her a moment. "Do you wanna see my face?" He asked, his voice nonchalant, but she could feel the vulnerability in his shoulders, the glance of to the side from his mask.

"You don't have to," she added softly. "I get being scared. But...it didn't bother me."

"It didn't?"

"Nope."

Deadpool hesitate and then lifted his mask up, revealing the scarred flesh underneath.

"I look like a cut up ballsack," he quipped but she just rolled her eyes, placing her burrito down. She reached her hands over and lifted his mask above his head, holding it in her lap.

"Better," she nodded. "Hi, Wade."

As he smiled, she completely understood why he was afraid of showing his face. Because if he smiled at her like that all the time; so honest and vulnerable and genuine, she'd burst into tears.

(She nearly did. She's such a fucking sap.)

"Hi, Kitty."

Ketti smiled back at him, her eyes meeting his.

Coffee and chocolate met her darker ones and her heart skipped a beat.

His eyes weren't white and expressed by a mask. They weren't sarcastic and obnoxious and irritating.

They were brown.

She'd never really liked the color until now.

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Ketti didn't know how she ended up upside down hanging over her bed, legs in Logan's lap — he was very busy ignoring both her and Wade, who were tossing sour patch kids back and forth to one another — his hand resting on her thigh, the other on her calf, staring intently at some random action movie Wade told him to watch.

"Hit me," Ketti opened her mouth, moving to catch the sour patch kid as he tossed it.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Wade grinned, high-fiving her.

Something had changed with them.

He was still sarcastic and irritating and made her want to punch him four out of seven times a day, but it was a different kind of irritating.

He stopped wearing his Deadpool outfit around her and Logan, reverting to casual clothing, but kept the uniform on when they left the house.