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⠀⠀⠀「I was born in the war. Bred into it. People think they understand pain, but they have no concept of it. What’s the most pain you’ve ever felt?」 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀「Nathan “Cable” Summers. roleplay. multiverse. mature. retweet?」

UncannyCable's tweet image. ⠀⠀⠀「I was born in the war. Bred into it. People think they understand pain, but they have no concept of it. What’s the most pain you’ve ever felt?」

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀「Nathan “Cable” Summers. roleplay. multiverse. mature. retweet?」

“Why do those two things always seem to go hand in hand with you?”

“You could really use a slap across the face and a handjob right now. Come on over.”



“Don’t call me Nathy. And I’m not talking about his skin. I’m not exactly a sight for sore eyes either. Haven’t been since the virus hit. I’m talking about his non-stop babbling and references that mean nothing.”

“If you could have seen him way back before the shiny pink wrinkles, Nathy... you wouldn’t be questioning shit. He was a babe. Tiny chocolate eyes, rippled tight stomach, smooth as butter shaved legs... he was a dream. He still is. If I close my eyes.”



“Bullshit isn’t a game I like to play. I like to shoot from the hip - Wilson, does not. That’s the problem. I don’t know how you put up with his nonsense.”

“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter, Nathan. It’s not hard to see that you’re enjoying every second of the attention. Being the object of Pool’s affection is a fucking honor, my salty beef dog.”



“If I had known my new future held you two loudly and publicly coming onto me, I would have gone back to my old one.”

“...Something like that. Only edible. And pleasure induced.”



“Are you implying that I make Wilson piss his drawers? Because I already knew that.”

“It must flatter your loins knowing that you can easily make Wilson and I as slippery as a 90’s water snake toy.”



“Well... you’ve never been one to lie.”

“If I were to tell you it was the reason why I’m wet 32% of the time... Would you believe me?”



“Well, I’ve never been one to hold back my opinions.”

“That’s blatant discrimination, fuckface. Well done.”



“The last thing that man should be doing is reproducing.”

“Morning sickness? That’s so adorable that you’re thinking of us producing little baby Wade’s. I can start on that ASAP.”



“I have another word for it. ...Nausea.”

“I think you mean... Why do we make everything better. And I’ll tell you. Love, baby. It’s alllll love.”



“Why do you two have to ruin... literally everything?”

“I’m already in the process of making one of those giant Valentine’s Day bears a sex doll for Wade. Less then a month away, baby.”




Most likely no. But who are you?

Deep. Very deep. Also truly very depressing. Want to get dressed up and find some Hot Pockets?



There is a bittersweet experience to be so far away from home, and yet simultaneously be immersed within a much better version of it. So much more life is here now... but I can already see it starting to fade.


The eye roll is immature, and he expects no better from her. “One day, you’ll give me a reason.”

“You’re fucking useless.” She doesn’t bother trying to win the one-sided man over. It hadn’t worked in the past, it sure as hell would be a bitch now. She sighs, it’s laced with pure annoyance and rolling eyes to match. “One day you’ll get over your grudge. One day.”



“Not only do I absolutely need a reason, but... why the hell would you think I knew where he is? The man’s an enigma, and more importantly: he’s not my problem.” Cable has enough on his hands. X-Force is a volatile team. Deadpool comes and goes as he pleases.

“Because I need to know where Wade Wilson is.” To kill him? Ha, yeah right. Unless he was recently blessed with the ability to die, in which Vanessa would surely be all over that. “I don’t need to give you an answer as to why.”



“Sadly enough. Hired to kill, and yet you’ve come to me. Why?”

“Well, you were right, I /am/ here to kill someone. However, and sadly enough, it’s not you this time.”



“One day, I imagine you’ll answer my question. But I’m starting to have the feeling I’ll end up shooting before then.”

“Okay, I get it. You’re still fragile.” Vanessa rolls her eyes. Who did emotions anymore? Clearly this guy.




“Don’t touch me, or your fingers will be next. And then some other precious parts of you.”

“Okay, I get it. You’re still fragile.” Vanessa rolls her eyes. Who did emotions anymore? Clearly this guy.



“I think I’ll call you Copycat, thanks.” The memory of his rendezvous with Domino, when it had been Copycat in disguise all song, stings. He grits his teeth, but that’s his only outward sign of frustration.

“If someone hired me to kill you again... you’d be dead this time. Trust me.” Vanessa grins, changing into the raven haired woman she chose to mimic indefinitely. “You can call me ‘Vanessa’. Unless ‘Neena’ still gets you rock hard... you know I can change for ya.”



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