fandomhigh | Ethics & Etiquette - 1st Period

Today was a good day for class. It was a million and a half degrees out and Deadpool was clutching a fan like he was gonna end up marrying the damn thing. Oh, a full body costume was a baaaad idea.

"My brain has melted, can't we make 'em watch a movie?"

At least Deadpool was wearing cotton. Steve could tell a few stories about slogging through the jungle in the Pacific theater wearing leather and mail. "That would be shirking our responsibilities." His tone said exactly how he felt about that.

Which got a very teenage eyeroll and sigh from Deadpool. "Fiiiine. Today we're learning about how to work on a team and not end up strangling people in their sleep."

"No matter how much you may be tempted to," Steve added. "Not that I would know anything about that." Sometimes he could lie with the best of them.

"Riiiiight. So how about we make up a handy dandy list of ways to treat our co-workers when they get on our nerves that doesn't involve attempted murder. Like, for instance, your teammate has suddenly gained crazy new powers and is being a massive douche, how do you respond?" Deadpool asked. "And don't say you'll talk it out because that's just B.S. and you all know it."

"Talking it out can work," Steve protested. "Don't be so quick to discount it." Except for when it didn't, Tony. "Or say you and your teammate are having a disagreement and your teammate has sided with the people shooting at you. How do you handle that?" Tony. Possibly Steve had issues.

"...sleep with them?" Oh, Deadpool. The heat made you bitchy.

Steve stared at Wade as he slowly turned bright red, and when he regained the ability to speak, "How did you kn--it wasn't--no, Wade." He turned to address the class and say firmly, "Sex solves nothing. Talking is a much better option." Or, you know, an actual pitched battle in Times Square.

And changing the face of a company for years to come until people get bored and bring you back while the other guys is randomly schtupping his secretary whose husband he yanked from life support with that crazy technopathy thingy.

...What? No one said Marvel was sane.

"Okay! So how about you all pair off and come up with scenarios for each other and then figure out a solution, hmmmmm? Be nice and fun and whoever brings me ice cream gets an A."

"Yes," Steve said, still blushing furiously. "Let's do that. But you don't have to bring us ice cream, really."

"Do too!"

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"She's cute, though," Zack offered, and then squinted a little at the red panda. Very cute. But whatever it was was a mystery to him, yes. "She's a student, huh? What is she? Maybe they can eat ice cream, too?"

"Student and my girlfriend," he laughed. "Been like this for over a week. And I, uh, actually have no idea what she is. I've been calling her a fuzzy critter because my knowledge of animals ends at like lions and I know she's not that."

He really needed to find info on red pandas so he'd know what his girlfriend had turned into.

"I did give her some pizza last week so maybe she can have ice cream," he said, wanting to try that now.

Mystery critter! Adorable and inexplicable!

It had a neat ring to it!

"Do you think Deadpool would dismiss us if we promised to bring back ice cream for him, too?"

It was kind of obvious which of the two ethics teachers Zack was starting to take after, here. He kinda figured Mr. Rogers wouldn't have excused them for that kind of thing.

"I think so," Hannibal said, slanting a glance at Professor Deadpool. "But he'd make us promise that the ice cream wasn't melted or anything because then it would just be a Frosty or something and not as good."

"Hmm. You have a good point, there." Zack tilted his head a little, thinking that one over. "We'd have to run, then. Or catch a rickshaw, I guess. I can't imagine running with a cute fuzzy thing and ice cream in tow would be very easy."

"It's either that or we find a really good cooler," he said thoughtfully. "But we'd need ice for the cooler to keep the cooler cold which would keep the ice cream cold."

"Which means, if we make an ice-cream run, we should be going somewhere that has coolers and ice, too?" Nefarious schemes were being hatched here, weren't they? "Turtle and Canary probably has all of that, come to think of it."

"Turtle has everything, right?" At least, Hannibal thought she did. Or that she could get anything. "If she doesn't, well, she'll probably give herself an ulcer trying to get it."

Zack gave that some more serious thought. Hmmmmm.

"I'm gonna ask Deadpool if we can be excused to go get ice cream, then!"

"Okay!" Hannibal said, scooping his girlfriend (and smoothing the mohawked hair, yes) so he could be ready in case Deadpool said they could go.

And so, Zack went, and spoke with Deadpool, and ran back grinning.

"He says we can, so long as we make it back before class ends!"

It was already like a victory!

"Easy as pie," he said and man, he'd have to get some pie later. Pie went great with ice cream. Hannibal stood, tucking Angela under his arm and nodded. "After you!"

"And away we go," Zack agreed, making his merry way to the door.

Man, Hannibal had totally just made him want pie. Pie went great with ice cream.

[There's no T&C post up, yet. Do we want to handwave their wacky ice-cream-fetching misadventure?]

Hannibal zipped out after Zack, careful not to whack his girlfriend into any doorframes as he went.

[sure sure! handwaving works just fine for me!]

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