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“Of course there are,” Wade answered smoothly. “It’s just that these kids haven’t really seen what I’ve seen, been where I’ve been, that kind o’ thing.” He leaned against the wall next to the elevator carefully.

“So, Mr. Wayne, I’ve heard Gotham’s a big place- a nasty place, too. You’ve got petty criminals t’ deal with, sure, but super-criminals? And Arkham? How d’ you deal with that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Sure, though some have. Some are made of that sort of thing.”

He was still waiting for the lift - Stark Tower was massive, and it took a substantial amount of time for one of the elevators on the top floors to make it down. Then again, that just provided extra talk time.

“Gotham is… yes, big, dirty, anonymous. We’ve had a few things that have caused a problem. Ra’s al Ghul… don’t know if you’ve heard of him.”

A dinging brought him back to reality, and he looked forward to see the doors open. He wouldn’t mind if the assassin joined, so he stepped over the threshold and into the lift car.

“As for your question, I didn’t deal with that. Batman did.”

Wade tipped his head back and laughed softly. “They’re not made of exactly what I’m made of- oh sure, these kids are tough, but to see the things I’ve seen? No. None of them have and I hope none of them will. I wouldn’t wish the things I’ve seen on my worst enemy.”

He nodded slowly. “I’ve heard o’ him. Not much- jus’ some underground murmurings- the ‘League of Shadows’ an’ something called ‘Lazarus Pits’…” he shrugged. “Those kinds o’ things aren’t really my field.”

He carefully stepped into the elevator after Wayne. “Batman, huh? I’ve heard o’ him. Dresses like a bat to scare criminals? ‘Hunts’ at night?” He chuckled. “A guy’s gotta have guts t’ do something like that.”


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Wade stopped for just a moment, his look of surprise showing on his mask. Abruptly, he laughed- a harsh, barking sound. It faded into a chuckle as he replied, “Rude, huh? I guess I should’a seen that coming. But it certainly ain’t the worst thing I’ve been called.” He grinned. “Anyway, I do apologize for that, sir.”


He continued trotting along behind the billionaire. “It’s not so much the muscle factor. I mean, yeah, I am a big guy, and they do need the muscle, but,” he said, shrugging. “It’s also my expertise. It’s not every day one of the top mercs and assassins in the world comes knocking on your door with something other than a bullet for the person who answers. I offer a…unique perspective.”

“I can believe that.”

Stopping by an elevator, presumably one that moved up and into Stark tower, he put his hands in his pockets and glanced to the side at the other man.

“Then again, there are quite a few people here who offer a unique perspective - wouldn’t you say?”

He was, of course, referring to those who were a part of the program, and those mentoring them. Everyone was there because they were unique, so that wasn’t the question here.

"Of course there are," Wade answered smoothly. "It’s just that these kids haven’t really seen what I’ve seen, been where I’ve been, that kind o’ thing." He leaned against the wall next to the elevator carefully.

"So, Mr. Wayne, I’ve heard Gotham’s a big place- a nasty place, too. You’ve got petty criminals t’ deal with, sure, but super-criminals? And Arkham? How d’ you deal with that?” He raised an eyebrow.


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We’re expecting someone today… It dawned on him, and Wade jogged after the other man. Right…Oh, that Wayne guy! From Gotham. “You’re…Mr. Wayne, correct?” he called. “I’m Deadp- Agent Wilson.” Right. First priority is as a SHIELD agent now, not a freelance.


“Is there anything I can get for you, sir? Or direct you to?” he offered. Wade couldn’t deny that he wasn’t looking for someone to talk to- being alone (although occupied with training) felt stifling to him. And maybe he’ll give us something to do, offered his first head voice. These billionaire types usually have interesting things to say.

“Not really. Is there anything you need, Mr. Wilson?”

He glanced back over his shoulder as he heard the other man start to follow him again. Brow furrowed, he continued to play the unsuspecting businessman, which, in this situation, was half right. He wasn’t sure what was going on, to be honest.

“Er, no sir, I’m only on assignment to see if I can be of service t’ you today.”

You’re annoying him, Wade, chided the first voice. Oh, hush, we’re having funhissed the second head voice. 

“So, uh, you helped t’ build this place, right?” he questioned cautiously. 

“That’s right.”

He raised an eyebrow when he heard what the man’s job seemed to be today, and started moving down the hallway again, looking ahead.

“So, you didn’t intend to act that way back there? Or are you just…. like that?”

“What? Oh, with th’ sandbags? I was just training. I haven’t had too many chances t’ keep up with that lately.” He sounded surprised. “Er…what d’ you mean by ‘like that’?”

He just continued walking, though still speaking with the other man. It didn’t really bother him; he was just making a point.

“Well, I mean - you were kind of… rude.”

Grinning, he looked over at the mercenary again, then winked. 

“I know you didn’t know who I was. You are forgiven. They must have needed some muscle around here, if they hired you to keep an eye on the kids. Why is that?”

Wade stopped for just a moment, his look of surprise showing on his mask. Abruptly, he laughed- a harsh, barking sound. It faded into a chuckle as he replied, “Rude, huh? I guess I should’a seen that coming. But it certainly ain’t the worst thing I’ve been called.” He grinned. “Anyway, I do apologize for that, sir.”


He continued trotting along behind the billionaire. “It’s not so much the muscle factor. I mean, yeah, I am a big guy, and they do need the muscle, but,” he said, shrugging. “It’s also my expertise. It’s not every day one of the top mercs and assassins in the world comes knocking on your door with something other than a bullet for the person who answers. I offer a…unique perspective.”


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justamercwithamouth:

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We’re expecting someone today… It dawned on him, and Wade jogged after the other man. Right…Oh, that Wayne guy! From Gotham. “You’re…Mr. Wayne, correct?” he called. “I’m Deadp- Agent Wilson.” Right. First priority is as a SHIELD agent now, not a freelance.


“Is there anything I can get for you, sir? Or direct you to?” he offered. Wade couldn’t deny that he wasn’t looking for someone to talk to- being alone (although occupied with training) felt stifling to him. And maybe he’ll give us something to do, offered his first head voice. These billionaire types usually have interesting things to say.

“Not really. Is there anything you need, Mr. Wilson?”

He glanced back over his shoulder as he heard the other man start to follow him again. Brow furrowed, he continued to play the unsuspecting businessman, which, in this situation, was half right. He wasn’t sure what was going on, to be honest.

“Er, no sir, I’m only on assignment to see if I can be of service t’ you today.”

You’re annoying him, Wade, chided the first voice. Oh, hush, we’re having funhissed the second head voice. 

“So, uh, you helped t’ build this place, right?” he questioned cautiously. 

“That’s right.”

He raised an eyebrow when he heard what the man’s job seemed to be today, and started moving down the hallway again, looking ahead.

“So, you didn’t intend to act that way back there? Or are you just…. like that?”

"What? Oh, with th’ sandbags? I was just training. I haven’t had too many chances t’ keep up with that lately." He sounded surprised. "Er…what d’ you mean by ‘like that’?"


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justamercwithamouth:

We’re expecting someone today… It dawned on him, and Wade jogged after the other man. Right…Oh, that Wayne guy! From Gotham. “You’re…Mr. Wayne, correct?” he called. “I’m Deadp- Agent Wilson.” Right. First priority is as a SHIELD agent now, not a freelance.


“Is there anything I can get for you, sir? Or direct you to?” he offered. Wade couldn’t deny that he wasn’t looking for someone to talk to- being alone (although occupied with training) felt stifling to him. And maybe he’ll give us something to do, offered his first head voice. These billionaire types usually have interesting things to say.

“Not really. Is there anything you need, Mr. Wilson?”

He glanced back over his shoulder as he heard the other man start to follow him again. Brow furrowed, he continued to play the unsuspecting businessman, which, in this situation, was half right. He wasn’t sure what was going on, to be honest.

"Er, no sir, I’m only on assignment to see if I can be of service t’ you today."

You’re annoying him, Wade, chided the first voice. Oh, hush, we’re having funhissed the second head voice. 

"So, uh, you helped t’ build this place, right?" he questioned cautiously. 


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Fury had requested that Wade keep an eye on the students while the other SHIELD agents greeted their guest. Some rich guy- a friend of Stark’s, or something like that. Someone that helped build the Institute, as far as he could recall. Thankfully, the students were fairly quiet today. That meant he could afford to get a bit of training while he waited for Fury’s call.

Wade was in the training room, using it exactly for what it was designed. The supporting chains of the sandbag hanging in front of him protested with each punch he delivered to it. He stopped his ruthless assault on the sandbag abruptly, both hands flying to the pair of katanas that were strapped to his back. He unsheathed them and, in the blink of an eye, whirled around to face the door of the training room. Only seconds passed, but they felt like minutes slowly trickling by. All at once, Wade straightened up and sheathed his katanas with a sigh. “Y’ really shouldn’t sneak up on me, pal,” he said to the suited man. “I don’t take surprises like that too well.” He chuckled, a deep, dry sound emanating from his chest.

“Oh… uh. This is a training room, huh? I thought it was a washroom.”

He played dumb, lifting his eyebrows as he surveyed the man in front of him, across the room. He seemed almost dangerous, and his attitude seemed so as well. All in all, this guy seemed somewhat dangerous. Definitely someone to keep an eye on.

“I’m just here to visit the facility. I’ll be going, then.”

Turning, he moved away from the training room door, and furrowed his brow as he headed down the hallway. Half of his mind seemed to think that the other man would follow.

We’re expecting someone today… It dawned on him, and Wade jogged after the other man. Right…Oh, that Wayne guy! From Gotham. "You’re…Mr. Wayne, correct?" he called. "I’m Deadp- Agent Wilson." Right. First priority is as a SHIELD agent now, not a freelance.


"Is there anything I can get for you, sir? Or direct you to?" he offered. Wade couldn’t deny that he wasn’t looking for someone to talk to- being alone (although occupied with training) felt stifling to him. And maybe he’ll give us something to do, offered his first head voice. These billionaire types usually have interesting things to say.


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The Wayne Enterprises private jet touched down atop Stark Tower at just past 9:00 am, and the man himself stepped down, greeted by Stark Industries and SHIELD personnel. He had made a specific point to go and visit the facility he was helping support, and was interested to see - as per the board’s request - how things were going.

After taking an elevator down from the roof, he was shown through a few winding, underground corridors, and lead to what appeared to be the very underground school he had helped create (via his pocketbook); the SHIELD Institute, where youth and other talented individuals were groomed to save the world.

Fury had requested that Wade keep an eye on the students while the other SHIELD agents greeted their guest. Some rich guy- a friend of Stark’s, or something like that. Someone that helped build the Institute, as far as he could recall. Thankfully, the students were fairly quiet today. That meant he could afford to get a bit of training while he waited for Fury’s call.

Wade was in the training room, using it exactly for what it was designed. The supporting chains of the sandbag hanging in front of him protested with each punch he delivered to it. He stopped his ruthless assault on the sandbag abruptly, both hands flying to the pair of katanas that were strapped to his back. He unsheathed them and, in the blink of an eye, whirled around to face the door of the training room. Only seconds passed, but they felt like minutes slowly trickling by. All at once, Wade straightened up and sheathed his katanas with a sigh. “Y’ really shouldn’t sneak up on me, pal,” he said to the suited man. “I don’t take surprises like that too well.” He chuckled, a deep, dry sound emanating from his chest.