Wade blinked in surprise at the sudden disappearance of the stranger’s body, and by the look on the driver’s face, his surprise was an entirely different kind. Sighing, the mercenary stood, one hand lingering near his gun as he walked towards the girl. “You might wanna try and stay visible, unless you want some anti-mutants on you,” He cautioned under his breath.
"I-it was an accident." she breathed, shoulders hunching in on themselves. The man in the car rolled his windows down, hand dropping to his door handle. The road was otherwise relatively calm, no one else around.
"What is wrong with you? Crazy ass mutant bitch trying to get us all killed!" Lori inched back again, jaw tightening. The mans eyes seemed to settle on Wade then. They went round before he rolled his window up, speeding off.
"Sorry." Lori squeaked out.
He smiled wistfully. “Looks like your mom and mine have a lot in common.” He hadn’t talked about her in a long time, and definitely never in front of a stranger, but there was a first time for everything. “Don’t worry about it,” he muttered, waving a dismissive hand. “Would have been a different story if you’d broken it, though.” His grin faltered when he noticed the scar on her hand. “Das’t, how’d you get that one?” With an arch of his eyebrow, he added, “You’re a rough-and-tumble kinda girl, aren’t ya?”
She lifted her elbow to show him. “I… accidentally turned invisible in front of some boys…” she admitted, cheeks going red. She hadn’t explained why she’d turned invisible to her mom when it had happened. “And they, uh, pushed me back. I fell off the curb backwards onto my arm… broke it in two places. I needed surgery to fix it. My mom was so mad at the situation.” she laughed awkwardly. “I’m not a girly girl though. I just wouldn’t call myself a rough-and-tumble kind of girl.”
"7-11 probably has a few." Picking up a hot dog from gods-know-where, Deadpool took a bite and, with his free hand, pointed in the building’s general direction.
"Thanks!" she nodded, following his pointed hand to the 7-11. "You’ve been a real help!" she wasn’t even being sarcastic as she waved jauntily at him and turned around, nearly walking right into traffic. She stopped short, skin rippling, body becoming invisible for a second as the car slammed onto their horn. "Oh… oops."
There are a few psychiatrists in town—— and then there’s me. It’s all about finding the psychiatrist that fits with you. It might take a few tries, but it doesn’t call for any means to give up.
She bit her lip for a moment and nodded. “Okay fine but I’d have to talk to my mom about it.”
"If it doesn’t look like Chicago or Quack like Chicago, it probably isn’t Chicago. Need a map?"
"A map would be fantastic." she nodded, knowing her way around a map.
He held his hands up in surrender, knowing that he can’t win with a smart-talking kid like her. “Okay, okay—I’m sorry. Better?” Peter followed her into his ship, watching her limbs in case they knocked something over out of carelessness, but she did, at least, put in some effort to be careful. A beeping sound from the console distracted him for a moment. The download was probably done and he would need to install what he’d downloaded. “Huh? What’s tha—” And then there was music in the ship. He turned around, ready to admonish her and stop the radio, until he noticed how much she was appreciating it. It was one of his old favorites, something he put on from time to time when he found himself missing his mom too much, but hadn’t listened to anytime recently. He couldn’t help but smile as well. Maybe… maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all. “You know this song?”
"Yeah, my mom used to sing it to me when I was younger. It helped calm me down as a kid. Still does I guess." she laughed slightly, shaking her head. "Mom’s pretty much always busy. She loves me though, wants the best for me." she explained, scratching her arm, finger trailing over the scar at her elbow slightly. It was purple and angry. Surgical and neat. She was just glad the cast was off. "Sorry, I broke the rule and touched your stuff."
Tony inhaled sharply through his teeth, thinking over he offer. “Y’know, I gotta say, I don’t think it’d be completely wise —” he said, glancing at the house. But, being as impulsive as he was, he shrugged. “— but why the hell not?” He began walking that way, before glancing at her again. “So you’re mom’s a lawyer, huh? Must keep her busy,” he said, scanning the girl’s face and eyes with a perceptive glare.
"Don’t worry, I promise I wont’ try to lock you in my basement or something." she joked before her face paled. "Uh, that was dumb. I’m sorry." she said quickly, frowning over at him. "Yeah. She used to be the district attorney in Philly but once we moved and she started taking on new types of cases. She’s a pretty smart lady you know. She’s pretty busy but she spends time with me, home schools me too. Which can be a drag but whatever, if I’m having a down day mom calls classes off for later and we do something to make me feel better." she pulled out her key and unlocked the door. "I’m going to lock the door behind us. For protection… but, uh, I’m letting you know so you don’t think I’m locking you in, okay?"