Molly & Wade | Wednesday Afternoon

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Wade finds Molly and they have sandwiches, then she gives him a present.


Wade wasn't feeling fantastic, but he was definitely feeling a lot better than when he'd been having chemo on a daily basis. He figured his healing factor had had a chance to rebound or... something. He wasn't all up on the medical terms and things, which he guessed he should work on. It was just easier to let them do their thing and then either feel better or... not. At least he didn't feel like death.

And right now, he was not-death walking around with two sandwiches and a plan. A plan that involved Molly Hayes, one of her hats, and eating.

He'd never claimed his day-to-day plans were brilliant or particularly far-seeing.

Sticking his head into the common room, Wade quirked an eyebrow and then spotted a suspiciously familiar pink hat over the back of the couch. "Hey, half-pint," he called. "I got a sandwich that's almost as big as your head. You interested?"

Molly was reading a book, but she had to have the TV on in the background cause otherwise it'd be boring. A voice made her drop her book, however, and she quickly turned around. Her eyes widened.

"As big as my head? Dude...I wonder how big I can open my mouth....okay!" she said, hopping up off the couch and turning off the TV (The Munsters) as she shot past him, then came back around and waited, her pink poof balls bouncing up and down against her hair.

She grinned, then tried to hug him. "Missed you!"

Wade lifted his arms so the plates he was carrying didn't knock into the poof balls and grinned. "I missed you, too, half-pint. And I said almost as big. Not quite as big as the last one I gave you... which, I have to admit, was kind of ridiculous. But I totally scaled it back a bit. You have to tell me about Daisy."

Molly nodded seriously, peering at the sandwiches, then back to him as the took a step back.

"Daisy's AWESOME! Meggan got me a cot so I could sleep outside the stable. But it got cold....Do....you think maybe they'd let her sleep in the garage?" she asked with big eyes and a pout.

"Probably not, half-pint," Wade said, shaking his head even as he moved around to sit on the couch and put one of the sandwiches on the coffee table for her. "I mean, she's cute and everything, especially with that bow, but she's still a wild animal and dangerous in certain circumstances. Which is why, even though you're unsquishable, you need to stay outside that stall."

"But what if she gets cold too? She's a good moose, I promise! She didn't even once try to eat my hat," Molly said. The horses were used to it but Daisy was there all by herself with no other meese!

Wade took a massive bite of his sandwich and chewed for a bit. He was nowhere near the swallowing stage when he answered, words garbled, "Yeah, but... she's from Canada. It's a lot colder there. And she's got like. Straw. And stuff. To keep warm. And a blanket. Or a lot of blankets..."

Molly lowered her eyes. "But no other meese. She's young and...away from her mama moose and her daddy moose....even if the moose person said the moose parents do that anyway but...." she said quietly as she sat down beside him. She glanced up at him thoughtfully.

"Do you think maybe she could be friends with the horses?" Maybe they could hang out together!

"I dunno," Wade said, finally swallowing his overlarge bite of sandwich. "I mean, she might freak the horses out or something. And mooses, they're used to roaming around and stuff. I think maybe she'd be happier if we could get her like. A really big, fenced in area or something. But that might take a while."

Molly's eyes widened and she suddenly stared intently at her sandwich. "So the meese should be....away from the horses?"

Wade opened his mouth to reply with something flippant and then paused because, wait. Momma and daddy moose? He shifted his eyes to the side a little so he could tip his head at Molly. Girls were so, so complicated. It looked like his half-pint had started demonstrating the vague tendencies toward insanity that he and Minion Number One had discussed last week.

"Nah, it just means we have to figure out what the moose needs so everybody can live together without freaking out. Cause y'know, sometimes meese, they smell funny to horses or something. And the horses get antsy and then they're kicking down doors and running off and the moose feels sad and that's no good." Wade wasn't sure this metaphor was really working. "So the moose needs to stick around, cause otherwise I'll be sad."

Molly paused, peering at him curiously, then dipped her head down to sniff herself. She then tilted her head, not really understanding the rest of that except for the last part, and wound up blinking at him for a moment or two before she smiled softly.

"You'll be sad if the moose left?"

"Well, yeah," Wade said. "I mean, think of all the friends the moose's already made. I have it on good authority that quite a few people really like the moose. Like Meggan. Meggan likes the moose."

Molly picked up her sandwich, the light smile still there. "The moose likes people too."

Her eyes widened as she dropped her sandwich.

"OH! I GOT YOU SOMETHING!" she said as she suddenly stood up and darted out of the room.

Wade blinked. He was pretty sure Molly didn't have superspeed on top of the unsquishable superstrength thing, but... wow. She was moving at a quick clip there.

A couple of minutes passed and Molly returned with a box wrapped in the comics section of the paper. Obvious care to try to make it look nice but it looked a bit sloppy around the edges.

"Here you go! To say thank you for the moose! Me and Meggan went shopping!!!!"

Grinning, Wade put his sandwich down and tipped the package so he could read the comic on the front. "Dilbert! My favorite. Awesome." And then he opened it, careful of the comic strip on the front. Once he'd got the wrapping off, he tipped his head to the side and let his grin widen just a little more. "Dude, half-pint. You got me a cowl?" He pulled it on, then laughed.

Molly bit her lip, after leaning in excitedly as she watched him open it. She beamed, her smile as bright as the sun during a supernova.

"YEAH! You're Wademan...so Wademan needs a cowl," she said. Reaching behind her, she pulled out a smaller one and put it on.

"I got one for me too, see!"

Laughing aloud, Wade reached over and tweaked one of the pointy bat ear thingies on Molly's cowl. "Dunna nunna nunna nunna, dunna nunna nunna nunna - " He broke off and pointed at her so they could say the last word in unison.

"BATMAAAAAN!!!!!!!!" Molly shouted ,pounding her hands against the table and tapping her feet, the grin still on her lips, her bright green eyes illuminated with the mask to frame them.

She giggled.

"Ah, half-pint," Wade said, flopping back against the couch and grinning. "Best present ever." It was right up there with the Bea Arthur Russian doll Meggan had gotten him. He'd only found it the day before, but it was on his coffee table now in all its glory.

Molly dropped down beside him, her hair conducting static electricity and causing it to poof up against the cowl.

"And then we can get a belt and cape! And fight crime..." she said, sounding half serious as she grinned.

"Maybe leave the crime fighting to the dudes in the leather and spandex or whatever," Wade said. "I mean. Here - I'm instigating a rule. It's an official type rule and stuff. No capes or crime fighting until you're eighteen, at least. Possibly twenty-five, if you turn eighteen and I don't think you're ready for the crime fighting. Besides, didn't you ever see The Incredibles? Capes are bad for superheroes."