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Inez Temple	Letting herself in with the key she'd picked up last night, Inez steps into the apartment that Wade keeps, the same one she's visited before, and that she brought him to last night so he could recover from his injury. She'd stayed at least until he went to sleep, then went home long enough to grab a few hours, shower, and change clothes. Now she's back, and from the scent wafting out of the bag, she's brought food! "Wade? Ya 'wake darlin'? I got yer favorite..." Glancing around to see if she can spot signs of him being up and about again. She's into a low-slung pair of bootcut jeans, her usual boots and spurs, a cropped red tee, and her stetson. Everything else might change, but the stetson and boots are forever. "If'n yer up an' about again, though mebbe we'd do some catchin up, have some food?" There's a reason she's creeping around like this is the set of a horror movie. 1. Wade is never quiet, so the silence is eerie. 2. Wade has an oddly high number of people that want him dead, so the chance of ambush is unusually high when visiting him.
Wade Wilson	Inez finds the Merc with a Mouth spread eagled on his bed. His eyes are closed and there looks to be little sign of life in him. All of this can be attributed to the knife sticking out of his chest. But Inez Temple is not easy to fool, and while Wade is a great actor at playing dead--he had training for it back in his military days--the conspicuous lack of blood anyone else on the merc, especially around the supposed wound site, might be enough to tip his hand to his fellow mercenary and wedded wife.     Then, the smell of the food hits his nostrils and he can't help but inhale deeply. "Dammit... ruined the charade" he mutters to himself, still lying on the bed. "Foiled again by the deliciousness" he adds opening his eyes and rising up. "You'd think my enemies would figure it out that if they want to put me off guard just come with my favorite food. Taskmaster could even maybe have a chance at beating me if he just offered Tex-Mex." Incidentally, the knife stays stuck in his chest--maybe it's glued there? It would be like him to go all out on a prank if he put his mind to it.
Inez Temple	"Wade... We both know if ya get stabbed there's gonna be more'n one blade an' yer bed would be SOAKED wit' enough blood t' make Kubrik blush," Inez puts her hands to her hips to mock-glare at him, even as she reassures herself that there is indeed not any blood soaking in anywhere. Then he's ruining his own gag and she grins, moving over to plop down onto the bed and give him a quick smooch. "Tony knows, but he thinks it's cheatin' if he uses food t'bring ya down." She offers the bag over to him and smiles, "He might also be doin' me a favor by not comin' after ya so hard. So! How're ya feelin'? Back t'normal, looks like." She nudges him lightly in the shoulder, then peers at the knife, "Now I know ya didn't really stab yerself... didja glue it on? Tell me ya at least used that glue actors use t' glue shit onto themselves an' not like.. Krazy Glue..."
Wade Wilson	Wade grins at Inez and peels the knife off his chest, or rather the knife handle as there is no blade attached. "Spirit gum" he replies. "It's useful for a few things, not just the occasional prank."     He beams at the woman's affection and settles in, tossing the handle aside. "He would. Have to use his powers of adaptation... which just doesn't work on me." He I am fully ambulatory and mobile so that's a marked improvement. Most of the stiffness is gone--with you around in that outfit some is coming back--" he gives her a wink, "but it was hell this morning. Took a shower. Did some yoga. The usual."     He takes another whiff of the food. "You are possibly the most perfect woman a man could hope for and I am a terrible man for forgetting we were married and wandering off," he opines with sagelike sincerity.
Inez Temple	"Oh good. I still remember th'last time ya tried somethin' like this... only ya used some.. Gorilla Glue? Cause ya liked th' picture on th' bottle... the yell ya let out when ya yanked th' arrow shafts off yer head were heard three blocks away." Inez chuckles, sharing one of those forgotten memories with him. She lets out a breath and thinks, "That were shortly b'fore all th' shit went down with th' Punisher... bout a month b'fore yer feud wit' him got my apartment blown up. Yer forgiven, THAT man still owes me an apology." Turning, she shifts around behind him and slips her arms around his chest and drapes her legs along his and rests her chin on his shoulders, "Well now.. that's somethin' I jes' can't help, darlin'. Been havin' that effect on ya since... strip poker wit me, ya, H.B., an' Stacy. Ya were down t'yer skivvies before ya got m'top off... but from yer reaction, it were worth th' wait." She scritches lightly down his spine while her chest massages his shoulders, "No more itchin'?" Then she's laughing again and pecking a kiss to his cheek, "Yeah, ya are, but it's okay. Guess I gotta 'spect life with ya t'be wild an' full o' surprises."
Wade Wilson	"Now -that- is a night I can miss the memory of" Wade says before a whistle. "Must've been one hell of a party. Maybe we can recreate it for old times sake sometime." He leans against her, appreciating the added weight as a by product of proximity. "Though for you, anything is worth the wait Inez" he says with a smile.     "You said you wanted to do more catching up?" he asks, turning to eye her out of his periphery. "I'm an open book for you. And I'd hope the feeling is reciprocated. Though some things are coming back."     He pauses before explaining. "Had a dream about the wedding itself the other day. Did we really get Nick Fury to officiate it? I thought the guy -hated- me. Mostly on account of all the collateral damage I tend to bring wherever I go. New York, Orlando, Los Angeles, San Fran... I've lost count of how many billions of dollars of destruction I've been tagged for. Though come to think of it, SHIELD's never sent me a bill. Maybe he's not as disapproving as I thought."
Inez Temple	Laughing lightly, Inez gives him a squeeze from behind and smiles, "It were a kid's party... ya were tryin' t'make a lil girl laugh, so ya did th' ol' arrow-through-the-head gag, but since ya didn't wanna actually put th' arrow through yer head, it bein' a kid's party... ya used th' glue t' just.. stick 'em on yer head." She grins, "It were fer someone's niece's party.. big superhero fan, so we stopped in t' say howdy an' answer some questions..." She lifts a shrug, "Mebbe Bob's niece?" She smiles at him and gives a nod, "I'd love t' do some catchin' up. I gotta a whole life that ya don't remember, includin' a good number o' years we knew each other, dated, got married... lotta time lost. I figure instead o' keep tryin' t' force th' memories back, mebbe jes'... get t'know each other again? An' mebbe stuff'll come back on its own?" She shifts slightly to look at him, "Ain't got nothin' t' hide from ya Wade. C'n ask anythin' at all ya want." Then he's relating pieces of the wedding and she grins, "Yeah! He really did. I think he thought marryin' us counted as some kinda revenge... or jes' desserts? Somethin'... anyways, Fury ain't so bad, he married us, even wished us well b'fore he disappeared like he does." She grins, "D'ya remember what I wore?"
Wade Wilson	"A-line white dress to show off as much skin up top as possible, white heels that did something absolutely inhuman to your legs and ass, and a veil under the stetson..." Wade replies. "At least, that's what it was in the dream. Your bride's maids: Domino, Siryn, Lady Deadpool, Squirel Girl and... maybe the Wasp, wore red strapless dresses. Everyone who was anyone was there. Nate, Logan, Steve and Rocket were my groomsmen. Nate was best man, of course..." He frowns a bit as he remembers. "The honeymoon trip is still a blur, but I do remember the broken pelvis, if not the circumstances around it."     He pauses and shakes his head. "The rest is a blur. Where all did you go looking for me before coming back to my home? I take it you turned Florida inside out since that's where I woke up in the hospital. Tampa is pretty terrible. Were we on our way to Mouse Town?" he asks. Obviously he means Disney World. "I mean, marrying you would be close enough to the Super Bowl, so I figure that's where most winners go... so it would make sense."
Inez Temple	Inez beams out a dazzling smile and gives a nod, "That's right! That's all right! It were a big deal. I think most people were jes' too damn curious bout how we ended up t'gether an' how we managed t'get t' th' altar." She gives him another of those warm and cushiony embraces, then sets her chin on his shoulder. "Alex even came out t'wish us well. Ya were talkin' t'him when I found ya at th' reception an' hauled ya off t'start th' honeymoon." Chuckling, she shakes her head, "I started out lookin' fer ya in Tampa, but it's a big place, then I branched out t'Orlando an' th' surroundin' areas... started backtrackin' thinkin' mebbe ya got confused after Rhino crashed th' hotel an' stepped on yer head... tried goin' forward too, but I ended up runnin' into a spot o' trouble an' havin' t' spend a couple years in Utah." Inez grins, "Ya might've wanted t'surprise me wit' Disney cause far as I know that weren't on th' plan. Ya wanted t' visit a bunch o' World Record roadside attractions. We'd jes' seen th' World's Largest Bowling Pin in Tampa... next up was sposed t'be World's Largest Brick in Alabama."
Wade Wilson	Wade nods. "I see. That... I think I would've ended up with Disney Land then... after seeing the US. LAs a good enough place as any to end up." He pauses as he considers her timeline. "What spot of troube did you end up in Utah for?" he asks then pauses.     "Alex. You mean Agent X? The guy who pretended to be me for... a while." He laughs. "Go figure. You and him were a thing for a bit weren't you? I guess with his blessing it makes it all the more official." He leans into the embrace.     "That brick isn't something to write home about, to be honest. I've seen bigger. Even had a bigger one thrown at me once." He breaks enough to remember the situation where the brick the size of a double decker bus was thrown at him. "I dodged... thankfully and it broke. Maybe that one in 'Bama is the 'largest'" he makes the air quotes with his fingers, "by virtue of the other large ones getting broken after being used as weapons by various villain types."
Inez Temple	"Well... back before... us, before I met ya... I work wit' Task an' X an' Stacy... we ran a bounty huntin' business. That's how we ran into ya. Alex weren't tryin' t' impersonate ya. We'd taken a job, when we showed up, th' target were already dead. So we went t' claim th' money.. only word started gettin' round that ya'd done th' deed. It weren't ya, it were someone else tryin' t' draw ya out but that's a whole other thing. So Alex, t'not get us in trouble wit' th' client, said he'd worn yer costume t'make it look like ya so nothin' would come back on th' client. They were happy, we got our money to so we were happy... an' it lead t'us meetin'... so I'd say all around were a damn good thing," Inez blows through the explanation in a casual drawl, smiling, using her hands to gesture here and there. She's one of those people, she can't help but use her hands when she talks, turning everything into a mini-production. "Nudging him lightly in the side, she smiles, "Should eat b'fore they get cold. I promise, I'll still be here when ya finish 'em." Then she's right back into things with a grin, "Yeah, me an' Alex dated fer a minute. He ended up cheatin' on me wit' Stacy, which pissed Task off cause she an' him were a thing... but I jes' kinda rolled wit' it. We stopped seein' each other not too long after we met. That's when I started runnin' with Dom's crew." Laughing lightly, Inez lifts a shrug and grins, "Weren't my idea. Ya wanted t' plan out th' whole honeymoon yerself. We drove from New York all th' way down th' coast, checkin' out ev'ry roadside attraction what caught yer eye, til we ended up in Tampa." She lets her eyes lcose for a minute, just enjoying the moment as she murmurs, "But t'answer yer first question.. back in th' day when I worked fer Tony.. I made some enemies. Can't be a bounty hunter an' not make enemies, right? Well, turns out some o' my old target's buddies got outta jail an' tracked me down while I was trackin' ya down. So I had t' disappear off th' radar fer awhile. Where's somewhere yer not gonna look fer a six foot tall blonde like m'self? Utah. Don't nobody go t' Utah on purpose, less'n yer Mormon. Spent a couple years there makin' sure th' heat were off, then I came back t' New Tork. Figured I'd gear up, rest up, an' start lookin' again." Opening her eyes, she smiles at him, "An' hey, looks like I found ya. Yay!"
Wade Wilson	Wade reaches into the bag and procures one of nature's most bedeviled dishes. A chimichanga. He inhales deeply from the foil wrapped monstrosity. "Angel from heaven, I swear" he says looking over his shoulder at the woman before unwrapping and tearing into the deep fried burrito with a vengeance. He nods and smiles around a mouthful at her exclamation and nods after swallowing down said mouthful. "So you did!" he agrees.     "Good idea about Utah, and most Mormon women are taller than average. Probably the lack of caffiene. So you could blend in... though your wardrobe is more revealing than anything I've seen a Mormon wearing." He pauses and takes another bite. "Your turn. Questions about me? Memory? Other people in my life?" he asks after swallowing it down. He must've been hungry as the first chimi is almost gone at this point and he's reaching for another already.
Inez Temple	Inez kisses his cheek his he dives through the first chimichanga, smiling as she watches him enjoy the food. Her brows lift at his question and she smiles a bit, "Well... I mean, I'm always gonna be curious bout th' other people in yer life. I wanna share in things with ya. Successes, failures, friends, enemies. Whatever ya got, darlin'. Bring it on." Flashing a quick grin, she adds, "I went more low-key wit' th' clothes when I were in Utah. Had t'blend in." That grin lingers as she lifts her brows, "Is there anyone else I'm competin' wit' I should know bout? Not that I plan t' do anythin, mind... but pendin' how full yer dance card is, I don't wanna try'n monopolize too much o' yer time." Inez waggles her brows at him, "An' mebbe I wanna know where I stand in yer affections.. but mostly I wannna know who's important t'ya. Not jes'... sexually. That's.. is what it is. But like.. who're th' important people in yer life these days?"
Wade Wilson	Wade ponders the question as he finishes his first chimi. He starts to unwrap a second and responds. "I mean. Sara is the only official thing I've got emotionally. I mean, me and Dom have on the occasion, but that's mostly a matter of convenience. We're friends, nothing more, and friends help other friends with that sort of thing when needed." He bites into the second and chews before swallowing--it's a near thing though.     The second part of that half of the question is more complicated than I originally thought. "I love Sara deeply and I'm happy with her, but... well, there are aspects of my life that she just can't know about" he says looking out his window. "Things I've done in the past... recent past... that would compromise her career."     He decides to take a step with Inez. "That deal in Texas back at the end of November. With Masterson's family..." he sighs. "That was me. A job is a job and the kids..." he shakes his head. "Too indoctrinated to be pulled back at that age. But Sara can't know a peep about it. You can because you know the value of a job and even if it's not the most tasteful, you adhere to what you agree to."     "So... where you stand? I don't know. I know now that I loved you... that I still do... but you're building a thing with Jim and I don't want to get in the way of that if it makes you both happy. He's a good kid and probably the least messed up by his father's past." He chuckles and bites into deep-fried ambrosia. "Be pretty shit of me, as a friend to Logan and more than that to you to butt in and ruin anything on account of paper and three year old feelings resurfacing on my end." He turns to her. "You know?"
Inez Temple	Inez nods as she listens to him, still smiling, a softer and more encouraging smile. The sort to let him know it's okay to say whatever he needs to say. She listens. Watches him. Gives him a hug between bites. Kisses his cheek when he seems to need it. But mostly she listens. When it comes time for her to say something, she looks at him, "Ya know I ain't a fan o' jobs that include kids... I don't like t'think they can't be saved. But... I ain't so naive as t'think that sometimes they can't be. An' yeah... once ya've taken a job, ya kinda gotta finish it. An' it don't do no good t'leave b'hind someone what's old enough t'know better an' is jes' likely t' either take up where their daddy left off, or worse, spend their life huntin' down mutants t'make 'em pay fer what happened." She gives him a tight squeeze again and smiles faintly, "I understand. I don't like it no more'n ya do, but I understand." Pausing, Inez glances down, then back to Wade, "I didn't do this t'make things hard on ya, Wade. I still love ya. Wouldn't've stayed married t'ya all these yeards if I didn't." She smiles, "I care bout Jimmy deeply. Yer right, he's a good man. But... same thing applies t'him as yer sayin' bout Sara. There's things I ain't gonna involve him in cause I want him t' -stay- a good man. I ain't always gonna be th' good person he deserves. So I'm tryin' t'be careful wit' him." Looking back up to Wade, she shrugs, "I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't want t' have m'husband back. Yer a diff'rent person now in some ways, so I c'n understand if that mebbe ain't gonna work out. But... I'd be th' biggest damn fool in th' world if I didn't try, Wade."
Wade Wilson	"And I'd be a bigger fool for saying I didn't want to put the pieces back together with my wife" Wade replies, finishing off a second helping of Tex-Mex heaven. "I remember meeting you. I remember buying you your apartment after Frank and I demolished the place you had." He smiles. "Those feelings were there then and they didn't just die and even if the memory of the wedding dimmed, it's clear that everything is still there, just need to reconnect the pieces."     He gives her a long look and that second part of his brain kicks in to address the audience briefly, his attention turning to the the kitchen of his apartment. "You see, there's a lot of lives and a lot of people I can be. Sometimes those people get to live happily ever after, sometimes those people destroy the universe, sometimes those people go on to be villains, sometimes--read: rarely--those poeple become heroes." A pause. "I think right here is one of those points where the decision I make will determine where this version of me gets to go and..." he can imagine the camera turning to highlight Inez's face, sparkles flashing off her golden hair and intense blue eyes, "I can be an idiot. But not -that big- of an idiot."     He comes out of his external, audible self-reflection to look back over his shoulder at Inez. "Then... do we want to make round two official? We've been dancing around it for a few weeks now, and it's pretty clear that your strength isn't going to break me anymore... adapt and overcome." He pauses and then arches a barely there brow, "Shift of placement? Or... keep it where it is? For us both? That's the real question."
Inez Temple	Letting out a small laugh, Inez grins, "Ah, good... ya remember meetin' in th' gym, me flirtin' shamelessly... an' how ya left me hangin' t' get t' a job? Even then, admired yer work ethic." Her grin fades to a warm smile as she gives a nod, "I want t' piece things back together too, Wade. I wanna see if we're still as good now, or mebbe we c'n even be better." She might have said more, but he loses it to his monologuing to the audience, drawing a bemused smile from Inez as she watches him. It's not even close to the first time this has happened, and she doesn't seem to have any issue with his need to narrate his own life. If anything, it gives her more peeks into that chaotic mind of his. His question is greeted with the biggest of dazzling smiles even as she gives a nod, "Yeah. I say we make it official. There's lots o' ways t'work round th' problems we had th' first time round... position alone c'n make all th' diff'rence. An' don't tell me ya haven't thought o' some interestin' ones." Winking, Inez leans in to press her brow to his, her nose to his, "I ain't one fer standin' still, Wade. Let's move this forward. Us. Move us forward." She kicks her boots off one at a time, letting them thunk to the floor, then reaches up, plucking the hat from her head and setting it on his as she lays back onto his bed. "Time t'get lucky, Wade..."