“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.

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

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

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

“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.

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

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.

Most likely no. But who are you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

“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.”

“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 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.”

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