Cyber-Tentacles
They sat together in the bar in the disappointingly-named Intercourse, Pennsylvania. Deadpool was sipping his beer and Nathan was checking his reflection in an ashtray. He’d aged up to his early twenties now, by the looks of it. But that wasn’t his primary concern.
“I remember all of it. All those worlds.” Wade just shrugged and ate more peanuts. He probably didn’t see the significance. Nate tried again. “I remember the Age of Apocalypse, the Utopia, even the, uh… the cyber-tentacles.”
Wade nodded and carried on eating peanuts. Nathan realised the silence was actually a form of response. Deadpool would ramble on about it if it really didn’t mean anything. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” He remembered the feel of taking Wade’s viciousness and absorbing it, taming it, making Deadpool his. Then before it all went to crap, there was a glorious uprising of chaos in his cybernetic mind, beautiful in its anarchic freedom.
Wade chuckled. “Nah. It wasn’t all bad. I have an entire folder of tentacle porn on Weasel’s computer. Just ask before you penetrate next time, yeah?” Deadpool stood up. “I’m going to the little mercs room.”
Nate watched him head towards the bathroom.
“Next time?”