In every human's life comes a moment where he questions what life choices led him to where he is. For Alex Jones this moment came as he was belly dancing in only a pair of flowery panties in front of Nick Fury.
If Alex had to resume the whole story from the beginning he'd say it all started approximatively a year ago.
Alex had been staring at the two packs of Doritos for approximatively ten minutes trying to decide wich one to choose (in his defense, he was stoned) when he saw a red blur in his peripherical vision. As he turned he found himself facing a (rather well shaped, he wasn't going to lie) red leather clad masked man. After a few seconds of staring Alex decided to break the silence, ignoring his basic survival instincts (not that he had any, Latika often wondered how he managed to survive 22 years old without any medical assistance).
"I gotta ask, even if I feel the answer is going to creep me out, Is this a weird sexual thing?"
"Not really, but if you're into that sort of stuff I'm sure we can arrange something."
"No thanks, so any particular reason as to why you're dressed as a cheap Spiderman copy? Or is this an everyday thing?"
"Spiderman?!" came the stranger outraged reply, Alex noted the strong canadian accent. "If anything he's the one copying me! Come on man my costume is way cooler, though his ass is pretty awesome."
"Agreed on that. Name's Alex by the way."
"Pool. Deadpool. But my bitches call me Wade."
"So if its not fetishism, what is it?" Alex asked in his current drunken state "wait is it some kind of traumatism? Like your mother kept telling you you were ugly as a child and now you go around wearing a mask? Or are you born with a dick on your forehead and it's so little you're embarrassed to show your face?"
Wade burst into laughter, the spasms of his body almost making him fall off the building (a rooftop probably wasn't the best place to get wasted with your 3 hours fresh new friend)
"Nah man, I'm just ugly as fuck. Some weird scientific experience fucked me up"
"Oh so you're like the ninja turtles?! That's sick man! I want to see!"
"Nah Beyonce, you can't handle this."
"Dude I've watched Green Lantern twice, I can handle anything."
Wade considered him for a moment before reaching behind his mask and pulled it off.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
Alex stayed silent for a moment.
"That's all?"
"What that's all?"
"Well with all the drama you made I was expecting something more hardcore, like I don't know scales, multiple eyes, some pinches like insects and all that shit."
Wade looked at him incredulously.
"pinches? Why would I have pinches?!"
"Well you said it was a science experiment! What made you participate in the first place anyway?"
Wade pulled his mask back on.
"Two years ago I had cancer, some suit comes to see me telling me he can cure me, I signed up without thinking. And they cured me a little too much" he chuckled lowly. "Now I'm immortal and I look like Satan's asshole."
"Come on man don't say that, you look clearly more like Ryan Reynolds's asshole."
Wade laughed.
"Doesn't mean anyone will want to get acquainted with this asshole, if you catch my drift" he said pointing his face"
"You'll be surprised the number of people who love to get on with assholes. There's always hope, if honey boo boo's mom managed to get pregnant with a face worse than yours you'll have no problem getting some too. All it'll take is to find the right person, maybe some booze and let your personality shine."
Alex saw him smile through his mask.
"You're pretty good at making people feel less like shit."
"So I've been told."
"Maybe you're right. Who knows maybe I'll be able to have some sexy times with Spidey someday..."
"I still think he's jailbait."
"Come on with an ass like this he can't be underage!"
"Have you seen his frame?! I give him no more than seventeen!"
"You can't say that he's my crush!"
"So?"
"I jerk off on him three times a day, it'll be gross if he was jailbait!"
"Dude it's gross anyway"
"Meh, we'll see that in three years when we'll be together and you'll beg us to have a threesome."
"So you admit he's underage?"
Wade opened his mouth to retort but stopped abruptly. Alex saw him tense his whole body becoming rigid.
What's wron-"
Wade suddenly pushed Alex down, the sound of shots being fired ringing in their ears.
"STOP SHOOTING! THERE'S A CIVILIAN WITH ME! " Wade yelled.
The shots stopped and Alex seriously wondered how drunk and stoned he was when he saw Captain America and Iron man land side by side on the rooftop along with a giant leather clad black man, wearing an eyepatch. He turned towards wade to see that he had at least ten bullet holes in his suit.
"WHAT THE HELL?! WADE!"
"M'okay, invincible remember?"
"Oh. Right."
"Good job Rogers, looks like you almost killed another civilian." Iron man jabbed venomously at the Captain.
"You were the one supposed to make the field recognition Tony, don't pull this one on me" The Captain retorted.
They kept arguing back and forth under the eye of the three other.
"I think there's some unresolved sexual tension between these two." Alex commented after some time.
"Geez Alex, such a pervert! why does everything has to be sexual with you?" Deadpool ironised.
"Everything is sexual when you're a psychiatrist." He shrugged. "I mean look at these two, they obviously have strong links towards one another, they may have had something at some point, but there was a conflict that opposed them and forced them to chose sides. Iron resents the Captain for not standing by him, and he keeps making allusions to make him uncomfortable. While the Captain feels guilty, he's fed up with Stark avoiding discussion and keeping with the sarcastic replies despite his many attempts of reconciliation. These two need to discuss their real problems and maybe have sex after."
Alex turned his head away from Wade to see the three other men looking at him like he was the one who looked like Ryan Reynolds's asshole.
He turned his head back towards his friend only to find him running away, jumping from a rooftop to another, quickly followed by the three other men.
"Ninja turtle, I knew it." He murmured, and as the adrenaline rush dissipated, he passed out.
When he woke up, his body felt so heavy he wondered if he had managed to get pregnant while sleeping. He opened his eyes and immediately regretted this decision. After blinking a few times and a few failed attempts at getting up, he managed to straight up on his chair and notice the three men in the room looking at him. He startled when he saw them making a smirk appear on Tony Stark's face.
"Mister Jones, how are you feeling?" The scary man with the scary eyepatch asked him in a scary voice.
Alex didn't know what to answer besides 'how the fuck do you know my name?!' and he had the feeling it wasn't a question to ask to a scary person. It didn't matter since the man kept talking.
"My name is Nicolas Fury, but you may call me Nick." Alex raised his eyes from the table to look at him. Yep, still scary." I am the former president of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the current coordinator of the avengers team." Curious, Alex thought the avengers had been dismantled. "I think it's useless to present you to these two..." He gestured towards Stark and the Captain. "I brought you here because of the analysis skills you showed off yesterday. And the exploit that you showed off earlier before, not many people made it out alive after being confronted to an individual as unstable as Wade Wilson." So Wade's last name was Wilson. He'd have to search him on Facebook. Wait, Wade unstable? Alex resisted the urge to defend his friend. "As you know the avengers have been dismantled recently, and even if the team has been reformed many conflicts subsist. We would like to engage you as a therapist."
"Come on Nick that's crazy and you know it-" Stark interjected before being silenced by a glare from the man.
Nick fury then turned towards him, and asked him expectantly
"Mister Jones, do you agree to become the therapist of this team?"
Knowing it was his time to shine by his words of wisdom, he raised up and did the most adult thing that came to his mind: He freaked out.
"WHAT THE HELL?! OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD THIS IS A HALLUCINATION RIGHT? I'M TRIPPING I KNEW THIS YOGURT WAS WAY TOO OLD!"
Captain America put his hand on his shoulder.
"Alex calm down you are not hallucinating"
"OHMYGOD I CAN FEEL YOU! WHY CAN I FEEL YOU ?! OH SHIT THIS IS FOR REAL?! HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN?!WHY DOES THE WEIRD SHIT ALWAYS HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME?! I JUST WANTED TO EAT SOME GODDAMN DORITOS FOR FUCKS SAKE! IF ONLY I HADN'T SMOKED THIS POT I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN HUNGRY AND I WOULD NEVER GOT OUTSIDE AND I WOULDN'T BE HERE FREAKING OUT IN FRONT OF CAPTAIN AMERICA AND WHY DO I KEEP SCREAMING I CAN'T STOP SCREAMING-"
Alex came back to his senses the moment Captain America's palm collided with his jaw. Well actually it took a few seconds, even if the guy meant it to be a gentle slap the hit actually made him see stars. No pun intended.
"Hum, thank you sometimes I tend to..."
"Freak out?" Stark deadpanned. "congratulations Nick you engaged yet another freak" he snapped at Fury, but Alex had the feeling the jab was more directed at the Captain.
"Yeah, so, hum, well I appreciate that you thought about me for the job, but I never had my psychology degree, and as you can see I'm not really mentally sane enough to be a therapist so I'll have to decline your offer and go back to the little shithole I come from, so I'll be on my way, as soon as I know where it is" If he wasn't actually still seeing stars he could have sworn he saw disappointment crossing the other man face.
The ride home was awkward to say the least, Fury had insisted to accompany him personnally, in his scary black SUV that he was sure had carried dead bodies at some point. And not one word was exchanged during at last fifteen minutes.
"You're wrong" Fury stated. "About not being good for the job"
"I don't have the right qualifications to-"
"That's a lie. I did some research about you mister Jones. You think I don't know why you never had your master? I know you didn't drop college like you like to convince everyone." He threw him a glance. "You're forcing yourself into an easy life because you're afraid of failure, but in the end you are still bored, and we both know that this life will never quite be enough for you"
And at this moment Alex really wanted to tell him that there was no need to hire him since Fury was obviously better at analyzing people than he would ever be. "I can't be a psychiatrist, I've never wanted to be one. I'm not good at helping people"
"That's a lie. People like you are made to help people. And it's what they do. Even if that's not what they want." He paused "We're here" Alex didn't bother asking how he found his address.
It took Alex three days before his resistance snapped and he called Fury back.
The first day he was bored. The food seemed insipid, the books and tv shows were not interesting and he realized how true Fury's words were.
The second day he pondered. He spent the whole day staring at the little card Fury gave him, thrown over the coffee table. At ten in the evening, still in intense eye contact with the card, and half way through his fifth plate of lucky charms (he didn't own any bowl, sue him) he decided he would call Fury.
He spent the third day waiting, because he was so not an easy guy. He practiced a little too before finally calling Fury.
"Alex Jones, to what do I owe this pleasure?" Came Fury's smug voice.
"Hello Mr. Fury" Alex said in the most professional voice he could manage "I thought of your proposition and although I am a very busy man I decided to accept it."
"Excellent, We'll have to discuss the arrangements, I'll send you a car later in the morning" came Fury's chuckled reply. Alex didn't understand.
It was only when he hung up that he realized he had sold his soul to the Devil at 4am.
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