"See, I was thinking, Spiderman."
"Spiderman what?" Siryn asked, ginger eyebrows drawing together.
"Climbs walls. Shoots webbing. Looks good in Lycra."
"Very good in Lycra. I've met him." Theresa Cassidy waggled an eyebrow at Deadpool.
" See, now I think you're a sexual predator. If you could get your mind out of the gutter for five seconds, Screamer, you'd realize that I was referring to Halloween. Should I go as Spiderman for Halloween, or did I just blow your mind?"
"Well let me see," Siryn took a sip of her coffee, which she had brought with her to Deadpool's apartment, "Aside from the fact that it's probably unholy for ye to masquerade as a do-gooder, I have to say that ye would look quite good in the costume."
"I know that. I love Halloween." Deadpool gave the tattered remains of the chair he was sitting in a loving kick to emphasize his feelings, "Candycorn candycorn candycorn!"
Theresa had to smile to herself as she adjusted her position on the battered coffee table. Anywhere else she would have sat on the floor, but this being Deadpool's rarely cleaned walk up on the East side, she was justifiably suspicious of the wildlife in the rug. Deadpool wasn't the only mutant that seemed to brighten up around the end of October—there was something oddly liberating about being able to do the grocery shopping in costume and not being out of place. Although of course, with Deadpool, this sudden burst of cheer might last only hours. For now, he settled back into the shredded chair with the coffee that Theresa brought him.
"Last time I was here," Theresa drawled, "Ye had a cabinet full of prehistoric Halloween candy that ye had taken from some small child…"
"Tastes better. Candy tastes best when it comes in a pillowcase."
"Ah-huh."
"I don't know why you kids don't jump all over this as a public service. Everyone knows that people try to poison candy. I've never met somebody who was, but nonetheless, you would never have to buy candy again if you took a 'sample' from all these grubby kids. To check for poison, you get it."
"From what ye were saying earlier, I would say that we'll be spending the evening chasing the Spiderman imposter."
"Could be I'm going to a party."
Theresa didn't say anything.
"You could come, too. We could be Spiderman and Victim."
"Spiderman's victim?"
"Spiderman. Bites people. Sucks out their juices."
"He didn't say anything about that when I met him. He asked me if I could help him move some rubble."
"Maybe he'd already eaten that day."
"Wade, promise me you won't dress up and then go around biting people and stealing Halloween candy."
Deadpool smirked. "Is that worse in your mind than dressing up like Deadpool and shooting a lot of paramilitary guerillas?"
"You won't show up on the news that way, at least."
"Well I'm damn sure I'll have better things to do that night, things that pay rent, than have a frivolous evening of debauchery with some skinny girl like you. But the first bowl of candy corn that comes my way, that's mine…candycorn..."