"Virgil," I said, turning back to him. "Welcome to Langara College."

"Wow." His eyes widened when he saw the building. "It looks great."

I smiled and nodded. "It's going to be great. Come on, let's go unpack." I touched his shoulder, and teleported us to the apartment building we had checked out ages ago. I opened the door and confused looks etched themselves onto our faces.

"Wade?" Virgil asked, his duffel bag dropping to the floor.

"Hey kids!" Wade Wilson greeted with a large smile. "Hope you don't mind that I moved in while y'all were gone." I looked past him and noticed he had already made a mess with his clothes. You know, for a guy that usually only wears his uniform, he has a lot of clothes. Where did that pizza box come from? How long has he been here?

"Uh, Wadiepoo?" I interjected. "What are you doing here?"

He looked at me like he was shocked at my question. "Dude, we're partners. Of course I was coming with you to college." I was about to say something, but he cut me off. "And plus, it's Canada! The motherland!"

"Wade, you're from Ohio." I laid down bluntly.

His mouth became small. "…But Deadpool's from Canada…"

I shook my head and sighed. "Oh, Wade. Why are you here?"

"Um…" Wade dropped his head like a guilty puppy. "I was going to move in with you guys." He mumbled sheepishly.

"Why?" Virgil asked, picking his bag up and moving toward the couch. Yeah, Wade moved my seventies couch in.

Another awkward pause came from Wade. "Uh…" he stared at the ground. "Because I don't like living alone."

"Wade," I began in a scolding manner.

"Andi." Virgil interrupted. "If he wants to stay he can stay." I raised my eyebrow in suspicion while Wade's face lit up like Vegas. "We could always use someone to tidy up the place while we're at school."

Wade's face dropped again. "Jeez, guys, look at my watch, I got to go." He picked up one or two of his clothes. "You guys can just send the couch back home." He gave a quick smile and wave before pushing the small button on his belt and disappeared.

"Kind of flighty, isn't he?" Virgil observed, which only made me laugh.

"Only when he's asked to clean. Other than that he's very loyal." We moved through the apartment, getting to the two bedrooms. "Which one do you want?" Both rooms were completely the same: one twin bed, one five drawer dresser, one night stand, and a small closet.

"I'll take the left."

I nodded. "Then I'll take the right." We went our separate ways to go unpack. I plopped my bag onto the bed, unzipped it, and started to neatly move the clothes from the bag to the bed. That's when I began thinking. I turned back to the open door and saw Virgil doing the same thing I was doing. "Uh, Virg?"

"Yeah?" He looked up from his bag.

"What would you say if Wade did move in?" Stupid guilt!

He shrugged. "I wouldn't mind. Wade's kind of cool."

"Really?"

Virgil nodded. "Yeah. I mean, he'd have to sleep on the couch, and he would need to clean up his mess, but if he really hates living alone…"

A smile split my face in two. "Oh, thanks Virgil! Wade just…he just…he's like a little puppy. He gets all excited, and then you shoot him down, and then he has that face-"

Virgil began laughing at me. "It's okay, Andi. Daisy is my girlfriend, remember? I understand falling for the puppy dog face."

I gave a small blush. "Alright then, I'll call him after we unpack."

"After?"

"Yeah, might as well let him fester for a few minutes." Virgil chuckled.

"He's going to hate you for that."

"But then he'll love me again when I invite him back."

I went back to my room and continued moving my clothes. After a few minutes, Virgil's voice echoed into the room. "Hey Andi, can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Why is Wade so attached to you?"

I gave a small chuckle. "You know, I'm not sure. I'm probably just some surrogate kid for him to attempt parenthood."

A small smirk grew on Virgil's face. "You do that a lot, don't you?"

"I should get paid for it, I do it so much." I laughed and went back to unpacking.

"Have you ever made a list?"

I couldn't keep the laugh from escaping my mouth. "No. Let's see: Bruce, Dad, Wade, Tony, Dianna, J'onn, Wally, John, Gordon, Aflred (for a time), etc. Who knows, I might even meet someone else here."

"Like your list needs to be longer." Virgil teased.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I know too many people." You're not the first person to tell me that, I thought to myself, plucking the last shirt from my duffel bag and plopping it onto the bed.

~.~.~.~.~.~.~

"How was your first class, Andi?" Virgil asked a few days later during the hour break we had between classes.

"Boring. My calculus professor is about as old as Andy Rooney. And he has the voice of a dying cow." Virgil laughed.

"My Euro professor's pretty nice. He's funny, and not as old as Andy Rooney. Probably Morgan Freeman, or James Earl Jones." We were standing in line at the small generic coffee shop in the Student Union. "I'll have a large caramel macchiato, please. No whip cream."

"Because whip cream would totally ruin the manliness of that drink." I mumbled to him, hiding my chuckles. "I'll take a large hot apple cider, please."

The woman working at the counter left to fill our order. "Why do you have to bust my chops on everything?" He hit my arm playfully.

I took the hit like a man. "Uh, because you make it too easy. You're letting Daisy influence you way too much. I mean, come on. A caramel macchiato? Since when you do you drink those?"

A blush spread across Virgil's dark cheeks. "Last…last Christmas." He murmured sheepishly.

"Exactly." The lady came back and slid our warm drinks over while I handed over a ten. She handed back three dollars and twenty-one cents, and we left the small café. "Now, don't get me wrong. I like Daisy and all, but you're letting her make all of your decisions for you-"

"Out of my way!" A tall, pale man with a terrified look on his face, a jean jacket and pants to match pushed through the crowd of students, sprinting towards the southern part of campus.

"What the-?" Virgil began.

"Come back here, you little bastard!" Another tall man, this time tanner and wearing a black t-shirt that said 'Suck You', with a full head of hair and beard ran after him, a pistol clutched in his fist.

Wait, I know that guy. "Hannibal?" I called after him.

The guy turned around sharply and searched the crowd. His eyes met mine. "Do I know you?" He asked, taking a quick look back at his apparent bounty.

"Uh," I didn't really know how to tell him that a future version of him visited me almost three years ago. So I shook my head. "No. No you don't."

He took that as an answer, and he went back to chasing the frightened man.

Virgil stared at me with wide eyes. "That was Hannibal? Like, from the bus Hannibal?"

"Yeah." I said. "Do you want to follow him?"

Virgil looked at his watch uneasily. "We have class in twenty minutes." He looked down at my pleading eyes and sighed. "Alright, let's go."