For Treason, Act IV, Scene vi
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TW: violence, gore, mental illness, suicidal ideation, self harm, gun violence
Wade had the door to his room with its tiny kitchenette open, kicking back in the yard chair next to the bed with Golden Girls on...waiting. He knew what was coming. He'd practically arranged for it to happen when he let the Tiny Gr nearly decapitate him. He'd have to make it look good for the cameras, since he hadn't heard anything about any other facilities being hit, which meant Doug and the do-gooders hadn't found his kid. So he'd have to shoot people and spout off like he was totally batshit... which sometimes he was. His brain had been fucked six days to Sunday and twice on the day itself. Nobody came out of that unscathed, as evidenced by the multitude of scars still bubbling up and disappearing on his skin.
He wasn't wearing the suit, though, so hopefully they'd send a feral in to ID him by scent or something. Cracking open a tall boy, Wade leaned the yard chair back so it balanced on its rear legs, guns and knives all within easy reach. And then he heard it -- the unmistakable sound of Superhero Boots (tm) on the concrete floor of this backup base. He reached for his Sig as he tipped the beer and chugged the whole can in one go. "Alright, let's get fucked," he muttered, aiming at the door.
The Golden Girls might have been a trap. Gabriel wasn't sure. Really, he wasn't sure about any of this. Being here was perhaps idiotic. But still, he said he would do recon, because he was fast and could get in and out of there quickly. On some level, he suspected that the parts of Wade that spared Maya were just as likely to spare him.
And so, he appeared for a split-second in the door. "Youlooklikeshit," he said in an instant, not even waiting to catch his breath before tossing a flashbang into the room and running down the hall.
"Aw," Wade said, smiling briefly before closing his eyes and plugging his ears as the flash-bang went off. Smoke filled his airways, but his healing factor kept it from doing any real damage. He gave a token shot toward the opened doorway, but knew Gabe moved too quickly for it to ever have a chance at the bullet hitting him. "That's sweet of you to say," he yelled, then coughed as he stayed parked right in his lawn chair. "Cause we both know I look worse than shit."
"Saying. That. Would. Be. Elder. Abuse." The words came in separate moments from distant corners of the room, each of them clipped short, as Gabriel zipped around Wade in warp-speed, moving in and out of time. His powers had developed since the last time they'd met. He took stock of the other man's cache of weapons. Guns and knives, some of which Gabriel undoubtedly had driven when he was serving as the older man's don't-ask-don't-tell getaway driver at one point or another. Before Wade vanished with fairly little fanfare, leaving behind money, saying nothing to Gabriel and maintaining silence.
Something overtook him, and in a flash, Gabriel kicked the chair out from under Wade and grabbed one of the man's knives and plunged it with great speed into his left thigh.
Wade grunted as the knife went in, but Gabriel didn't have the truly vicious drive in him that he'd been teaching the kids while Kyle was getting all adamantium'd up, so he didn't twist it or jerk it so it would sever the mercenary's femoral artery. "C'mon, kid. You gotta be down for elder abuse if you're gonna take me out and in."
While her other teammates had fast and loud down in spades, Bobbi tried her best to stay stealthy and quiet in her approach towards Wade. True, she'd have no real chance at going completely undetected at the best of times against the merc, but she was banking on him being at least partially distracted by the others' efforts.
As she got within striking distance from what she hoped was his blindside, Bobbi whipped out her staves from their holsters and deftly snapped them together before spinning her body into a tight circle and whipping the long weapon towards Wade's knees. She didn't hold back on the force, knowing he'd heal pretty damn quickly, but it was an effort to take him down, even if only momentarily, or to at least throw him off balance.
Wade saw Mockingbird coming before she whipped her billy clubs -- or were they mini bo staffs? -- at him. He lifted his legs completely, letting the harsh hit land against the side of his mattress as he turned the gun toward her and shot vaguely over her left shoulder. "Hi, writer says you're the only one without a healing factor or super speed slash timey-wimey shit, so maybe take more cover than you are." He aimed the gun back at Logan and smiled. "Hi buddy-boo. Sucks being back in a place like this, doesn't it?"
Logan hadn't bothered hiding his entrance and had stepped into the room after the flashbang had gone off. He was hard to miss on a good day and it's not like they were concerned about a quiet getaway. That wasn't the point of this. His smile was filled with grim resignation. "Yup, never fond of endin' up in places run by Weapon X. Thought you and I shared that sentiment."
He raised the half size tac shield to block some of the bullets sent his way, though had to bite back a grunt as some managed to hit true and buried themselves in his flesh. At least until his healing factor expelled them right back out. Too bad there was no fixing his uniform.
There was still errant smoke in the room, not that Gabriel needed the cover. "You stupid fucking fucker," he spat, almost surprised to hear it leave his mouth. God, he was angry. He hadn't realized how angry. "Left that—" He darted behind Wade as he saw the man aiming at him, predictably. "Stupid note. Bratty teen." Using his powers, he sped up, ran next to Wade and knocked the gun out of his hand and onto the floor. "Boo." Then, powering back up, he scooped up the gun before Wade could so much as lunge for it, and appeared several yards in front of him. "Asshole." He fired two shots at Wade's right shoulder.
Wade took the shots to his shoulder with barely a flinch, the bullets already pushing out to clink against the concrete floor. "I left you everything you'd need if you had to make a run for it," Wade said, warding off Mockingbird even as he rolled the shoulder Gabriel shot. "And a car! (how bizarre, how bizarre)," he sung the last bits to himself, head twitching sideways for a moment. "Fuck." He blinked, eyes a little hazy for a moment before clocking Wolverine and grimacing. "Shit. Nobody should have to deal with my level of crazy -- started after that red hulk asshole irradiated me. Removed myself from the situation." He cracked his neck, wrists flicking only to find he didn't have any throwing knives. "Dammit, Gabe. I need those!"
"Yeah," Gabriel said, one of the throwing knives in his hand. He'd forgotten how good it could feel to steal something from right under someone's nose. "Well, we all need things." Then, he disappeared into time again.
"Like you, for example, need to surrender," she shouted from behind a nearby wall. Bobbi had retreated behind the nearest cover she could find after Wade's warning shot. He was right that she should stay further back, and she'd dismantled her batons and re-sheathed them, instead going for her own sidearm. She knew it wouldn't be able to actually inflict much harm to him with that but, well, what could she do to inflict harm on him? All she could hope to do was to help distract or pre-occupy him while someone else would hopefully be able to incapacitate him. With that in mind she bent low and leaned out, deftly firing a few shots his way before ducking back behind cover.
“No can do,” Wade said, rolling out of his lawn chair and under the bed. He had a stash of various weapons hidden there, tucked between the metal slats and the mattress. From beneath his hiding place, he shouted, “Did Dougie Fresh find my bio-daughter? Cause they have her and I might not be totally sane anymore, but if I bounce, they’re gonna start experimenting on her.”
Gabriel reappeared two feet away from the bed so he could hurl a throwing knife under it at Wade with astonishing speed. "Can you please decide if you're lucid or fucking mental?" He darted behind Bobbi, sliding her one of the knives. "It makes it easier to decide what to do to you."
“No can do, buck-a-roo,” Wade called, pulling the throwing knife from the side of his neck. Blood arced briefly, hitting the underside of the bed before beginning to drip down even as the wound healed. He frowned at his assembled weaponry, grabbed a semi-automatic pistol and loaded a clip, then flipped the bed, mattress and all, onto its side. “I told Doug about my daughter. Gotta do what the evil org says until she’s safe.”
When Logan heard that, several questions raced through his mind. "They show you actual proof?" He called out as he charged the flipped mattress. Weapon X could and would do lots of things to your psyche. Physical torture was the most basic of their tactics. It was the mind games that were the worst. Ruined people in unexpected ways and the fallout was always unpredictable.
She took the knife from Gabriel and waited for Wade to keep talking before pulling back and hurling it at him in another attempt to distract him. Bobbi did her best to aim for the same spot that'd just healed, hoping that'd add some extra oomph to the attack, but knowing Wade's healing factor it was unlikely. Still, it was worth a shot at least, she reckoned.
"Everything about this is so fucked up," Gabriel muttered. He stepped out from his cover, the gun that he'd scooped up from Wade now in his hands. He began shooting through the bed, because with Wade's healing factor, it wasn't like aiming at him was that much more effective. He was almost weary, suddenly, as he kept shooting in a bid to... what? He wasn't even sure. He didn't even really know what he was feeling anymore.
"I taught you better than that, Gabriel," Wade yelled, bullets plinking out of him and hitting the ground.
"Yeah, well." Gabriel shouted, darting from place to place. "You left." He fired a shot. "I have new teachers now." Without warning — obviously — he appeared on the other side of the bed next to Wade. "Boo," he whispered. Then, using his powers to speed up his moves, he began punching Wade's face with his free hand, launching into a series of jabs and upper cuts as if the man's bound-to-heal face was a speed bag.
With Wade distracted by Gabriel, Logan lunged in and landed several slicing blows across his back as he aimed to strip him of any gear and weapons he had attached to himself. It helped that Wade wasn't wearing any of his fancy tac suits. Next targets were his hands and feet for good measure. Logan wasn't careful either. The healing factor would take care of most of the damage almost immediately anyway. He trusted Gabriel to be fast enough to avoid anything that accidentally came his way.
Wade's nose broke and healed almost immediately only to be broken again by Gabriel's fist. "Argh, fuckin' speedsters," Wade managed, eyes swelling shut only to pop back open a moment later. He finally got his hands up to block the younger man, but then he was gone like he'd never been there and, instead, Logan was slicing and dicing his fingers right off. "Goddammit," Wade growled even as new fingers began to grow in to replace the ones he'd lost. "But overall, good group effort," he said right before punching the feral in his metal-plated face.
Logan snarled at the crunch of bone and the blood that poured down his face. He hated getting punched in the face. He stabbed his claws into Wade's side and used them as leverage to twist him around so he could jam his other hand into his kidney and then pulled upward like he was attempting to slice open a sausage. Damage he could do and that seemed to be the order of the moment.
"Ugh!" Wade half-whimpered, only to giggle a moment later as he watched his severed fingers get knocked about around their feet. "That tickles," he said, leaning in to kiss Logan on forehead before looking him dead in the eye and saying, "Doc Killebrew. You'll wanna snag him. The Program's under new management and he's in charge of this part -- not the whole thing, but bringing in all the lost and broken toys."
Logan blinked and frowned. "What the fuck are you goin' on about?" He narrowed his eyes as while Wade had been intermittently sane this had more meaning behind it than all the quips and banter had previously. "What the fuck does he look like?"
Wade rolled his eyes. "Like a fuckin' evil Weapon-X doctor -- do I have to do all the work?" He flailed, blood spattering all over one wall as he did so. He reached over for a piece of clothing, though, a non-descript shirt, and flung it in Logan's face. "Smells like that, though. Don't ask how much I had to rub up against him to get that for you."
As Wade himself had pointed out before, not having a healing factor combined with the slashing and stabbing happening between the pair meant it was far better for Bobbi to maintain her distance from the melee. She took her best shots at Wade as she could to try and assist but there was precious little she could do at this point.
"Do not appreciate random bullet holes, blondie," Wade called, though they were really the least of his troubles. He'd done what he needed to do and he supposed he had to trust that Doug would find his daughter, wherever she was being kept. He'd trusted the man with more. Or less. Both? Equally important things? The mercenary shook his head, confusing himself again.
"This is so exhausting." It was. Gabriel was almost out of ammo, which he hadn't really even used to much effect anyway. They couldn't kill Wade. Wade didn't seem to want to really kill them. The two men with healing factors were just going to keep going at it. He was just going to keep speeding around causing chaos.
"Hey!" Gabriel called out. He used his powers to surface a few feet from the melee skirmish, confident that he could dodge the two men if they came near to real danger. "Some pal and confidant you turned out to be." Then, he sped closer to where the TV was still playing, and as Bea Arthur delivered some withering joke, he fired a shot into the screen.
"Dammit, Gabe!" Wade yelled, taking Logan's claws right through his side as he turned to look at the younger man. "Fuck off, Wolvie," he growled, shoving the X-Man backward with a palm on his forehead. "Stop making me feel feelings. I'm supposed to be an emotionless killing machine full of insanity and witty one-liners." He scowled, not nearly lucid enough for what was going on around him now, before shouting at Mockingbird. "Shoot me in the fucking head already, Jesus." Then he grabbed one of his handguns from the makeshift rack now visible beneath his overturned bed. "Better yet, I'll do it myself." With that, he jammed the muzzle of the gun beneath his chin, angled it just right, and pulled the trigger.
Even though she knew that he wasn't really dead, it still wasn't a pleasant sight to behold. At least it would buy them enough time to restrain Wade before he recovered, which would be impossibly quick as it was. "Here, let's get him tied up," Bobbi said, taking out some zip ties and throwing them out for Gabe and Logan to grab and assist with. More hands made light work and having someone with superspeed giving you a hand was certainly a bonus in this kinda situation, after all.
"Fucking Christ," Gabriel said, dropping his weapons. His clothes showed rips from where he'd only narrowly avoided Logan's claws. "He's turned into a complete lunatic." Despite his diction, he sounded more sad than anything else. He took some of the zip ties from Bobbi and began the process of disarming and then binding Wade.
Logan had flinched at the gunshot going off so close even though the ringing in his ears always faded quickly. Everything was already covered in blood spatters. What did more matter? He scooped up some of the ties and worked on Wade's feet, doing the same as Gabriel and triple checking for any further hidden weapons. He shook his head. "There's still some cracked out plan in there. We just can't see it from here. Maybe someone with the psychic powers can take a look inside and do some sortin' for us."
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TW: violence, gore, mental illness, suicidal ideation, self harm, gun violence
Wade had the door to his room with its tiny kitchenette open, kicking back in the yard chair next to the bed with Golden Girls on...waiting. He knew what was coming. He'd practically arranged for it to happen when he let the Tiny Gr nearly decapitate him. He'd have to make it look good for the cameras, since he hadn't heard anything about any other facilities being hit, which meant Doug and the do-gooders hadn't found his kid. So he'd have to shoot people and spout off like he was totally batshit... which sometimes he was. His brain had been fucked six days to Sunday and twice on the day itself. Nobody came out of that unscathed, as evidenced by the multitude of scars still bubbling up and disappearing on his skin.
He wasn't wearing the suit, though, so hopefully they'd send a feral in to ID him by scent or something. Cracking open a tall boy, Wade leaned the yard chair back so it balanced on its rear legs, guns and knives all within easy reach. And then he heard it -- the unmistakable sound of Superhero Boots (tm) on the concrete floor of this backup base. He reached for his Sig as he tipped the beer and chugged the whole can in one go. "Alright, let's get fucked," he muttered, aiming at the door.
The Golden Girls might have been a trap. Gabriel wasn't sure. Really, he wasn't sure about any of this. Being here was perhaps idiotic. But still, he said he would do recon, because he was fast and could get in and out of there quickly. On some level, he suspected that the parts of Wade that spared Maya were just as likely to spare him.
And so, he appeared for a split-second in the door. "Youlooklikeshit," he said in an instant, not even waiting to catch his breath before tossing a flashbang into the room and running down the hall.
"Aw," Wade said, smiling briefly before closing his eyes and plugging his ears as the flash-bang went off. Smoke filled his airways, but his healing factor kept it from doing any real damage. He gave a token shot toward the opened doorway, but knew Gabe moved too quickly for it to ever have a chance at the bullet hitting him. "That's sweet of you to say," he yelled, then coughed as he stayed parked right in his lawn chair. "Cause we both know I look worse than shit."
"Saying. That. Would. Be. Elder. Abuse." The words came in separate moments from distant corners of the room, each of them clipped short, as Gabriel zipped around Wade in warp-speed, moving in and out of time. His powers had developed since the last time they'd met. He took stock of the other man's cache of weapons. Guns and knives, some of which Gabriel undoubtedly had driven when he was serving as the older man's don't-ask-don't-tell getaway driver at one point or another. Before Wade vanished with fairly little fanfare, leaving behind money, saying nothing to Gabriel and maintaining silence.
Something overtook him, and in a flash, Gabriel kicked the chair out from under Wade and grabbed one of the man's knives and plunged it with great speed into his left thigh.
Wade grunted as the knife went in, but Gabriel didn't have the truly vicious drive in him that he'd been teaching the kids while Kyle was getting all adamantium'd up, so he didn't twist it or jerk it so it would sever the mercenary's femoral artery. "C'mon, kid. You gotta be down for elder abuse if you're gonna take me out and in."
While her other teammates had fast and loud down in spades, Bobbi tried her best to stay stealthy and quiet in her approach towards Wade. True, she'd have no real chance at going completely undetected at the best of times against the merc, but she was banking on him being at least partially distracted by the others' efforts.
As she got within striking distance from what she hoped was his blindside, Bobbi whipped out her staves from their holsters and deftly snapped them together before spinning her body into a tight circle and whipping the long weapon towards Wade's knees. She didn't hold back on the force, knowing he'd heal pretty damn quickly, but it was an effort to take him down, even if only momentarily, or to at least throw him off balance.
Wade saw Mockingbird coming before she whipped her billy clubs -- or were they mini bo staffs? -- at him. He lifted his legs completely, letting the harsh hit land against the side of his mattress as he turned the gun toward her and shot vaguely over her left shoulder. "Hi, writer says you're the only one without a healing factor or super speed slash timey-wimey shit, so maybe take more cover than you are." He aimed the gun back at Logan and smiled. "Hi buddy-boo. Sucks being back in a place like this, doesn't it?"
Logan hadn't bothered hiding his entrance and had stepped into the room after the flashbang had gone off. He was hard to miss on a good day and it's not like they were concerned about a quiet getaway. That wasn't the point of this. His smile was filled with grim resignation. "Yup, never fond of endin' up in places run by Weapon X. Thought you and I shared that sentiment."
He raised the half size tac shield to block some of the bullets sent his way, though had to bite back a grunt as some managed to hit true and buried themselves in his flesh. At least until his healing factor expelled them right back out. Too bad there was no fixing his uniform.
There was still errant smoke in the room, not that Gabriel needed the cover. "You stupid fucking fucker," he spat, almost surprised to hear it leave his mouth. God, he was angry. He hadn't realized how angry. "Left that—" He darted behind Wade as he saw the man aiming at him, predictably. "Stupid note. Bratty teen." Using his powers, he sped up, ran next to Wade and knocked the gun out of his hand and onto the floor. "Boo." Then, powering back up, he scooped up the gun before Wade could so much as lunge for it, and appeared several yards in front of him. "Asshole." He fired two shots at Wade's right shoulder.
Wade took the shots to his shoulder with barely a flinch, the bullets already pushing out to clink against the concrete floor. "I left you everything you'd need if you had to make a run for it," Wade said, warding off Mockingbird even as he rolled the shoulder Gabriel shot. "And a car! (how bizarre, how bizarre)," he sung the last bits to himself, head twitching sideways for a moment. "Fuck." He blinked, eyes a little hazy for a moment before clocking Wolverine and grimacing. "Shit. Nobody should have to deal with my level of crazy -- started after that red hulk asshole irradiated me. Removed myself from the situation." He cracked his neck, wrists flicking only to find he didn't have any throwing knives. "Dammit, Gabe. I need those!"
"Yeah," Gabriel said, one of the throwing knives in his hand. He'd forgotten how good it could feel to steal something from right under someone's nose. "Well, we all need things." Then, he disappeared into time again.
"Like you, for example, need to surrender," she shouted from behind a nearby wall. Bobbi had retreated behind the nearest cover she could find after Wade's warning shot. He was right that she should stay further back, and she'd dismantled her batons and re-sheathed them, instead going for her own sidearm. She knew it wouldn't be able to actually inflict much harm to him with that but, well, what could she do to inflict harm on him? All she could hope to do was to help distract or pre-occupy him while someone else would hopefully be able to incapacitate him. With that in mind she bent low and leaned out, deftly firing a few shots his way before ducking back behind cover.
“No can do,” Wade said, rolling out of his lawn chair and under the bed. He had a stash of various weapons hidden there, tucked between the metal slats and the mattress. From beneath his hiding place, he shouted, “Did Dougie Fresh find my bio-daughter? Cause they have her and I might not be totally sane anymore, but if I bounce, they’re gonna start experimenting on her.”
Gabriel reappeared two feet away from the bed so he could hurl a throwing knife under it at Wade with astonishing speed. "Can you please decide if you're lucid or fucking mental?" He darted behind Bobbi, sliding her one of the knives. "It makes it easier to decide what to do to you."
“No can do, buck-a-roo,” Wade called, pulling the throwing knife from the side of his neck. Blood arced briefly, hitting the underside of the bed before beginning to drip down even as the wound healed. He frowned at his assembled weaponry, grabbed a semi-automatic pistol and loaded a clip, then flipped the bed, mattress and all, onto its side. “I told Doug about my daughter. Gotta do what the evil org says until she’s safe.”
When Logan heard that, several questions raced through his mind. "They show you actual proof?" He called out as he charged the flipped mattress. Weapon X could and would do lots of things to your psyche. Physical torture was the most basic of their tactics. It was the mind games that were the worst. Ruined people in unexpected ways and the fallout was always unpredictable.
She took the knife from Gabriel and waited for Wade to keep talking before pulling back and hurling it at him in another attempt to distract him. Bobbi did her best to aim for the same spot that'd just healed, hoping that'd add some extra oomph to the attack, but knowing Wade's healing factor it was unlikely. Still, it was worth a shot at least, she reckoned.
"Everything about this is so fucked up," Gabriel muttered. He stepped out from his cover, the gun that he'd scooped up from Wade now in his hands. He began shooting through the bed, because with Wade's healing factor, it wasn't like aiming at him was that much more effective. He was almost weary, suddenly, as he kept shooting in a bid to... what? He wasn't even sure. He didn't even really know what he was feeling anymore.
"I taught you better than that, Gabriel," Wade yelled, bullets plinking out of him and hitting the ground.
"Yeah, well." Gabriel shouted, darting from place to place. "You left." He fired a shot. "I have new teachers now." Without warning — obviously — he appeared on the other side of the bed next to Wade. "Boo," he whispered. Then, using his powers to speed up his moves, he began punching Wade's face with his free hand, launching into a series of jabs and upper cuts as if the man's bound-to-heal face was a speed bag.
With Wade distracted by Gabriel, Logan lunged in and landed several slicing blows across his back as he aimed to strip him of any gear and weapons he had attached to himself. It helped that Wade wasn't wearing any of his fancy tac suits. Next targets were his hands and feet for good measure. Logan wasn't careful either. The healing factor would take care of most of the damage almost immediately anyway. He trusted Gabriel to be fast enough to avoid anything that accidentally came his way.
Wade's nose broke and healed almost immediately only to be broken again by Gabriel's fist. "Argh, fuckin' speedsters," Wade managed, eyes swelling shut only to pop back open a moment later. He finally got his hands up to block the younger man, but then he was gone like he'd never been there and, instead, Logan was slicing and dicing his fingers right off. "Goddammit," Wade growled even as new fingers began to grow in to replace the ones he'd lost. "But overall, good group effort," he said right before punching the feral in his metal-plated face.
Logan snarled at the crunch of bone and the blood that poured down his face. He hated getting punched in the face. He stabbed his claws into Wade's side and used them as leverage to twist him around so he could jam his other hand into his kidney and then pulled upward like he was attempting to slice open a sausage. Damage he could do and that seemed to be the order of the moment.
"Ugh!" Wade half-whimpered, only to giggle a moment later as he watched his severed fingers get knocked about around their feet. "That tickles," he said, leaning in to kiss Logan on forehead before looking him dead in the eye and saying, "Doc Killebrew. You'll wanna snag him. The Program's under new management and he's in charge of this part -- not the whole thing, but bringing in all the lost and broken toys."
Logan blinked and frowned. "What the fuck are you goin' on about?" He narrowed his eyes as while Wade had been intermittently sane this had more meaning behind it than all the quips and banter had previously. "What the fuck does he look like?"
Wade rolled his eyes. "Like a fuckin' evil Weapon-X doctor -- do I have to do all the work?" He flailed, blood spattering all over one wall as he did so. He reached over for a piece of clothing, though, a non-descript shirt, and flung it in Logan's face. "Smells like that, though. Don't ask how much I had to rub up against him to get that for you."
As Wade himself had pointed out before, not having a healing factor combined with the slashing and stabbing happening between the pair meant it was far better for Bobbi to maintain her distance from the melee. She took her best shots at Wade as she could to try and assist but there was precious little she could do at this point.
"Do not appreciate random bullet holes, blondie," Wade called, though they were really the least of his troubles. He'd done what he needed to do and he supposed he had to trust that Doug would find his daughter, wherever she was being kept. He'd trusted the man with more. Or less. Both? Equally important things? The mercenary shook his head, confusing himself again.
"This is so exhausting." It was. Gabriel was almost out of ammo, which he hadn't really even used to much effect anyway. They couldn't kill Wade. Wade didn't seem to want to really kill them. The two men with healing factors were just going to keep going at it. He was just going to keep speeding around causing chaos.
"Hey!" Gabriel called out. He used his powers to surface a few feet from the melee skirmish, confident that he could dodge the two men if they came near to real danger. "Some pal and confidant you turned out to be." Then, he sped closer to where the TV was still playing, and as Bea Arthur delivered some withering joke, he fired a shot into the screen.
"Dammit, Gabe!" Wade yelled, taking Logan's claws right through his side as he turned to look at the younger man. "Fuck off, Wolvie," he growled, shoving the X-Man backward with a palm on his forehead. "Stop making me feel feelings. I'm supposed to be an emotionless killing machine full of insanity and witty one-liners." He scowled, not nearly lucid enough for what was going on around him now, before shouting at Mockingbird. "Shoot me in the fucking head already, Jesus." Then he grabbed one of his handguns from the makeshift rack now visible beneath his overturned bed. "Better yet, I'll do it myself." With that, he jammed the muzzle of the gun beneath his chin, angled it just right, and pulled the trigger.
Even though she knew that he wasn't really dead, it still wasn't a pleasant sight to behold. At least it would buy them enough time to restrain Wade before he recovered, which would be impossibly quick as it was. "Here, let's get him tied up," Bobbi said, taking out some zip ties and throwing them out for Gabe and Logan to grab and assist with. More hands made light work and having someone with superspeed giving you a hand was certainly a bonus in this kinda situation, after all.
"Fucking Christ," Gabriel said, dropping his weapons. His clothes showed rips from where he'd only narrowly avoided Logan's claws. "He's turned into a complete lunatic." Despite his diction, he sounded more sad than anything else. He took some of the zip ties from Bobbi and began the process of disarming and then binding Wade.
Logan had flinched at the gunshot going off so close even though the ringing in his ears always faded quickly. Everything was already covered in blood spatters. What did more matter? He scooped up some of the ties and worked on Wade's feet, doing the same as Gabriel and triple checking for any further hidden weapons. He shook his head. "There's still some cracked out plan in there. We just can't see it from here. Maybe someone with the psychic powers can take a look inside and do some sortin' for us."
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Date: 2026-06-05 02:11 pm (UTC)I feel for Gabe, tho'. Poor boy's abandonment issues just aren't catching a break.