Prompt: 32, crack!
Characters: Deadpool, Weasel
Rating: PG (mild violence?)
Word Count: 200
Author's Notes: Not that much crack, but second thing that popped in my head. Still working on the first.
They stared at each other, neither one moving. It was a standoff again, just like always. Two of them, but only one of it. And they certainly weren’t going to share it.
The gazes were by no means even. One was mockingly predatorial, the other nervous and timid, but growing bolder by the moment. He wasn’t going to lose this time. Every other time, he’d failed, but this time he would have victory.
Weasel lunged for the cheesy puff, snatching it before Wade had realized what happened. A look of puzzlement turned into outright shock when Weasel pulled out what looked like a Swiss Army Knife (the ones with a flash drive, of course) and stabbed it into the mercenary’s leg.
Panting from the effort, Weasel slumped back into his seat, savoring his prize.
“You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Hey, they were my cheesy puffs. Besides, you do it to me all the time.”
“You’re learning! So… now what? Was that really the last one?”
He shook the empty bag. “Looks like it.”
“I know! Let’s ask Bob to bring another one.”
“Not a bad idea.”
And with that, the two resumed watching old reruns of Star Trek.---------------------
AN: Yeah, you can tell I played a bit too much of Marvel Ultimate Alliance. X3