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Moment of Awesome: Wade Wilson/Deadpool: Who says you can't have fun while superheroing? While protecting New York from a crazed fiery android, Wade and Namor invent a new sport - looter juggling.


"Non-lethal, non-lethal, non-lethal," Wade half-sang to himself. He had a guy in a headlock and a pocket full of zip ties. It was a pretty simple thing, really -- make a guy unconscious, zip tie him, toss him to someone better equipped to deal with unconscious, asshole looters. Still, the non-lethal part was the thing he had to keep reminding himself about. It wasn't not because he wanted to go around killing douchebag looters -- it was mostly that all his moves usually involved killing douchebags of one kind or another, so it was pretty much habit at this point in his life.

… "HA!"

It was a sharp interjection, but joyous, most likely connected to the looter who then ran past Wade's zip tied-ying of the criminal element with the fear of god in his eyes. He was desperately holding onto a flatscreen more out of reflex than greed; the cords dragged behind him, scratching on the concrete.

A blur followed, airborne, but this one paused to nod at Wade before depositing two more hoodlums on the pavement like sacks of flour. The Atlantean was grinning broadly. He gestured with a swing of his head, pointing between Wade and the runner like this was the best joke, "He thinks he can get away. Adorable."

Then, Namor was off.

"HEY!" Wade cheered back, dropping the guy he'd just finished zip-tying and moving over to the pair Namor had given him. The mercenary reached into his pocket to grab a couple more zip-ties and then started singing, "I gotta pocket, got a pocketful of zip-ties. He's got a fork, got for fork made of big tines -- oooooh oh..." All things considered, this could've been a whole lot worse. At least his partner was enthusiastic about apprehending people.

There wasn't too much of a pause in beat before Namor reached his fleeing target. Using his trident to extend his reach, the Atlantean deftly caught the back of the looter's jeans, lurching him to a stop, and in one motion twisted the weapon to sweep the man off his feet. The motion continued, seemlessly, in a set of strikes that caught the man before he fell and knocked him high before the king snagged the man again.

Namor was practically grinning as he reached back to swing at the dazed man, sending him into unconsciousness. A quick flick of the trident sent the looter airborne again towards Wade, but before he landed a backflip into a crouch ensured that Namor was there to cushion the man's entry into their growing pile of opportunistic criminals.

Wade kept busy making sure all the looters they were collecting were able to breathe -- and that they were adequately zip-tied. It was strangely zen-like, being on clean-up rather than punch-em-up duty. He wouldn't want to do it all the time, but for now it was nice to just watch Namor fly around and toss quasi-bad dudes through the air.

"You should try and do two at a time!" The mercenary said, laughing as he moved over to secure the newest addition to their collection. "Like juggling. People juggling."