rereading the weak and powerless thread to see if there was anything i was missing since it’s been awhile.
Forgot I had enthralled Jubilee tell Scott “You’re not my dadclops!”
I FOUND AN OOC POST ON MY BLOG BC YOU WERE TELLING SIF THAT I’M DADCLOPS AND I WAS LIKE SHE DOESN’T EVEN GO HERE.
After seeing him drive full speed through red lights, what else are they supposed to call him?
i hate being one of those assholes that are all like this interpretation is better than all others but i will phrase it this way. in my needs for a vampire jubilee, this rendition right here not only gives you the vampire + shogo but also the many kickers that are the infinite layers of feels be they good or bad. i guarantee you’ll not regret following her, if you—in the chances of a million to one—do, you should beat up cap because he’s a loser.
She let out a sigh. “Deadpool with boobs. I’m not gonna go into the whole story.”
Scott narrows his eyes beneath the cowl, a squint begins forming as he watches the female Deadpool.
"You need something?"
She had expected his arrival, or had hoped for it and when he did appear she didn’t seem to be stressed. She sat at the table, reading a book over a cup of tea. Her amethyst coloured gaze shifted over to him as she raised a brow. “No hello.” It wasn’t a question, more of a remark than anything else. She closed her book, placing it on the table before she reached for her cup of tea.
"The X-Men do not trust me." She spoke softly before taking a drink of her tea and finally rising slowly to greet him properly. "Is that any way to greet an old friend, Scott?" She moved slowly toward him, her body language relaxed and graceful, speaking nothing of aggression. She didn’t want to hurt him. "Reasons are simple, I would like to be where Warren is. I’m sure you understand what it’s like… He’s not the man I fell in love with but he will be one day, Perhaps I feel protective of him or simply would like some assurance that he is well taken care of. I have no other motivation besides those named."
There’s many reasons to think of this as a threat, that her presence and sudden willingness to join his X-Men may jeopardize them. That is the reason for the cold like ‘welcome’. He believes there to be no reason for him to not trust Betsy but one could never be too sure. He was a wanted man, wanted by many and most for a crime that wasn’t completely at fault. For a crime that no one other than himself can properly punish him for. So, he had to ask.
When she spoke of Warren, a gentle sigh escapes him. “I’m sorry about that but I had to ask,” a lot weighs on his shoulder and he would not like for his foolishness to cost him the location of his school and risk the students and faculty that have entrusted him to protect them much like he has with them. He was still studying her beneath his ruby quartz glasses before offering her what it is she had asked for. “Are you ready?”