“Nah, they pumped me full with some kind of shit. They never meant to treat the cancer, they just wanted to make super soldiers out of a bunch of assholes who had hope and then sell ‘em to the highest bidder,” he shrugged, although he still found it hard to believe that was an actual part of his life, and not something from some fucked up superhero movie. “It’s cool, at least you didn’t assume I became like this the same way Freddy Krueger did, because then we’d have to rumble and tumble like in the old days.” There was a hint of a smile on his face as he reminisced about their past.
“Technically, I don’t belong in the same category as you anymore, I’m a super human now,” while it was a sad truth, he said it with pride and a big ass grin on his face. “But, since there’s like Avengers and X-Men – who both don’t want me in their teams for a strange reason – I figured there’s gotta be someone to undo the do. Maybe Scarlet Witch can hex everyone into thinking I’m Brad Pitt or something.” He chuckled at the thought, not even Shania Twain could say that it didn’t impress her much. Who the heck could say no to Brad Pitt anyway? “Well, it’s not just there to look pretty,” he pushed the bucket even more towards Rick. “You said that with such.. hesitation, I might feel inclined to start running now. What’s up with your life, bud?”
“Sounds kinky…” Rick muttered at the picture of Wade being sold off to bidders, only to lighten the tension that had brewed more on his side than Wade who recalled the tragic tale almost carelessly. He understood. Rick himself could be quite bitter and passive regarding such matters, it was a coping mechanism, and sometimes the last standing wall of defense. Many parts of the past deserved to be pushed aside. You couldn’t repair or take it all back after all. “Is that an invitation?” The soldier asked, left brown quirked up along with both corners of his lips. “’gonna knock me upside the head with a drumstick this time?”
”Pfft, well, excuse me.” Now it was Richard’s turn to feel a pinch of insult, not that Wade had any true influence or control over it. Being the odd human out… wasn’t very easy. Now even Wade considered himself beyond the Colonel like so many others. Despite his sensitive pride, Rick smiled along, and took the comment as another one of Wilson’s flippant jabs. “'guess it’s worth a shot… I wouldn’t fuck around with a witch though, personally, but… desperate times and all that.” His warning fell flat given that the mercenary would have no idea where it stemmed from. “What if everyone took you for Betty White? It’d be precious.”
Rick at long last leaned forward and helped himself to the meal that was mostly lukewarm at this point. That didn’t phase him. At the question, he chuckled through his nose, “Aw, you know. Stuff. ‘lead a bunch of freaky, psychotic, criminals and mass murderers on suicide missions while thinking I’m making the world a better place. When in reality ‘m probably expediting the next World War–this time with people that go boom. People like my fresh-outta-college archeologist girlfriend.“
