[Wade takes in a deep breath, exhales. Allows the cold mercenary part of him to overtake him. This is just a job. The circumstances surrounding it are out of the ordinary from his usual fare, but it's not as if he hasn't done this sort of thing before.
A man with red eyes and a metal apparatus grafted onto his face, struggling to relay his message before the leucotome stole what remained of his speech. Managing to choke out the words "Wade" and "hero" before he became incoherent. The feeling of the muscles of his neck between Wade's hands, and how easy it was to give it one push, one sharp twist--
Wade wraps one arm around Stephen's neck, gently pulls him close. His other hand rests firmly on the top of his head. Anyone coming into the room at this exact second could easily mistake these two as being in a tender embrace.]
No offense, boss, but I hope I don't see your face again for a while.
(cw: mentions of medical torture, forced lobotomy)
A man with red eyes and a metal apparatus grafted onto his face, struggling to relay his message before the leucotome stole what remained of his speech. Managing to choke out the words "Wade" and "hero" before he became incoherent. The feeling of the muscles of his neck between Wade's hands, and how easy it was to give it one push, one sharp twist--
Wade wraps one arm around Stephen's neck, gently pulls him close. His other hand rests firmly on the top of his head. Anyone coming into the room at this exact second could easily mistake these two as being in a tender embrace.]
No offense, boss, but I hope I don't see your face again for a while.