Kinda Peter's pov.

After almost turning his room upside down in search for an old project, Peter is finally sitting still, rummaging trough a box filled with old gadgets and contraption when he finally finds what he's been looking for.

Grinning he picks up the safety ring. It had been an attempt to make it safer for the younger Jedi apprentices to practice with their lightsabers, but it had been immediately rejected by the masters.

Digging trough he box Peter tries to find a second safety ring. Recalling that Deadpool seemed to prefer to use two lightsabers rather than one.

At last after practically emptying all of the box's content on the floor Peter finds a second ring at the bottom.

Standing he briefly looks around at the mess he's made before deciding to deal with it later. Right now all he wants to do is show Deadpool how to the safety rings work.

Giddy at the prospect of someone actually appreciating his little invention Peter almost walks right into master Coulson as he tries to leave his room.

Mortified the apprentice quickly steps back, stuttering out an apology. "So-so sorry, master. Didn't see you."

"You need to be more aware of your surroundings, Peter." Taking his eyes off the apprentice, he glances around the chaotic disarray of the room, raising a critical eyebrow. "And maybe tidy it too."

Face heating Peter looks back at the mess with new horror. If he'd known any of the masters would stop by he would have cleaned it up right away.

Thankfully choosing not to comment further on the disarray of the room master Coulson instead focuses back to Peter. "I've been informed that you've been socializing with the Sith Darth Pool."

Frowning at the name Peter automatically corrects him."Actually it's Deadpool."

Brows raised Coulson looks at Peter with interest. "Ah, so you have met with him?"

Feeling mortified Peter looks down guiltily. "I might have met with him a couple of times. He kinda just keeps showing up."

Sighing Coulson shakes his head slightly. "Just be careful, Peter. He's a Sith, you have no idea what he's capable of."

Moving over to one of the less cluttered surfaces Coulson holds up a file he brought. "This file is on him, Peter. I recommend that you read it." Setting it down Coulson moves back to the door.

Looking back at the apprentice one final time there's a slight trace of what might be worry or apprehension in his eyes. "I mean it, Peter. Read it."

Nodding Peter looks up to met the other's eyes. "I will."

Holding the apprentice gaze for a moment Coulson nods, seeming satisfied he finally leave.

Turning his head Peter stares at the file left behind with a frown. Hesitating for only a moment, he tightens his hold around the rings in his hand before turning away.

Stepping out of his room, he leaves the file behind.

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As he hands the rings over to Deadpool the other coos adoringly. "Oh, you shouldn't have."

Rolling his eyes Peter shakes his head. "It's not that kind of ring."

Letting the small circlet fall down around two of his fingers Deadpool grins as he wiggles them. "Well, I already figured that out. But I didn't think you were up to this kind of fun, baby-Jedi." Smirking he lets his eyes pointedly rove over the apprentice's form, paying extra attention to his hips and...

Understanding dawning over him Peter feels his face heat up in embarrassment. Crossing his arms he tries to ignore the others eyes on him. "If you put it on the top of your lightsaber handle it does the same thing as the safety switch on mine."

Looking up in surprise Deadpool quickly glances down at the rings with interest. "Really? Cool." Spinning the rings around he holds them up to take a closer look. "Did you make these?"

"Yeah." Cheeks still warm Peter almost forgets all about his indignation and smiles. It's not often that anyone takes interest in one of his inventions.

"What you all Jedi use them for? Training?" Tossing the rings back and forward between his hands Deadpool sounds genuinely curious.

Smile diminishing, the last of the color on Peter's cheeks leave. He should have figured that the Sith would want to know what they were used for. Shaking his head he looks away. "They aren't used for anything."

Frowning Deadpool stops throwing the rings around to focus back at the apprentice. "Why?"

Starring down at the ground Peter kicks at the gravel as he feels old frustration creep in over him. "I made them to be used in training to avoid injuries. I thought, if they didn't want to use modified lightsabers maybe they would be okay with using a simple add on while training. But I was told that a Jedi trains and learns to use a lightsaber as a lightsaber is meant to be used." Letting out a heavy breath Peter's shoulders slump. "Without cheap party tricks."

"Cheap party tricks?" Shaking his head Deadpool looks truly affronted by this notion. "I know of at least a dozen buyers that would love to get their hands on these. And they wouldn't be cheap in what they would offer. Nor would I for that matter"

Surprised as the odd compliment Peter watches silently as the other takes out his lightsabers. Without any hesitation the Sith puts a ring on either lightsabers.

Activating the them Deadpool slashes through the air, looking fascinated. "The sound changed?"

Smiling Peter activates his own lightsaber and swings it around a bit as he explains. "The change in the outer layer of plasma causes it to react differently when moved through the air. There of the sound change. Most wouldn't have noticed such a small thing."

Spinning around the Sith giggles as he slices through the air with his lightsabers. "Of course I noticed. You made my babies hum change into a full song."

Pressing his lips tightly together Peter tries to not laugh at the sight of the Sith spinning around giggling. Though he can't seem to stop the warm feeling spreading in his chest at the earnest awestruck look the Sith gave him.

Abruptly stopping his spinning Deadpool grins and turns to the the apprentice, taking a stance opposite of Peter. "Now let's see who wins when we're on even ground."

Responding accordingly Peter takes his own stance, raising an eyebrow at the other's words. "You've got two lightsabers."

"Well, you've got a lanyard. So I'd say we're even." Smile widening he suddenly slashes forward.

Laughing Peter easily blocks him before countering.

To the one person that left a comment at the last update, thank you.^^
Didn't know if anyone was still interested in this after it had been dormant for like half a year.
Legit motivated me to write on it.