Deadpool's pov
Curious about the ripped sleeve and who they are, Deadpool spies on Peter while he's training at the temple.
A/N: As always sorry for the late update...
Finding a closed off nook on the roof by the open sparing area had fortunately not been to hard. To his happy surprise Deadpool also discovered that the open yard area in the middle of the temple possessed some great acoustics. The voices of the Jedi and apprentices training down there easily carrying up for him to listen to.
Leaning back he settles in to watch his favorite apprentice practice with someone else.
Smiling he watches as Peter gracefully spin around like a dancer, so unlike the others almost clumsy slashing. But the dancing is abruptly stopped by an annoyed shout.
Frowning Deadpool tries to see what is happening.
Standing some distance away from Peter is an other apprentice pointing at him accusingly. "Parker broke my lightsaber."
Leaning out further from his hiding place he tries to get a better look.
Shaking his head Peter looks between one of the masters and the other apprentice that accused him of breaking his lightsaber. "No, it's not broken. He just touched one of my cuffs it simpl-"
Raising a hand the master interrupts Peter's explanation. "Peter what have we said about those cuffs."
Eyes wide in desperation for some kind of understanding Peter tries to explain. "But I would have gotten injured if-"
Cutting the apprentice off once more the master shakes his head. "You should have parried. Predicted his movements. You will never learn if you keep using these tricks of yours. If you keep letting fear guide yo-" Suddenly feeling several small objects hitting the back of his head the master cuts himself of. Turning he sees several pebbles now lying on the ground.
"Score!" Quickly ducking back around the edge Deadpool fist pumps the air. Nailed that douchbag right in the head!
Busy staring down at the ground Peter sadly don't see his master getting hit and simply nods in defeated acknowledgment at the master's words.
Giggling to himself Deadpool sneaks a peak to watch as master Douch looks around in confusion when he can't find the origin of the pebbles.
Frowning he gives the training area one final quick sweep of his eyes before he shakes his head and turns to the apprentice with the short-circuited lightsaber, telling them to go find a new one. "There might be some suitable once in storage by the east wing."
Waving an other apprentice over to them the master once again addresses Peter as he gestures at the newly arrived apprentice. "You will have to spare with Jerema while Micheal retrieves a new lightsaber."
Nodding Peter keeps starring down at the ground. Sighing the master shakes his head in exasperation before leaving.
Gaze narrowed with hostility Deadpool watches as the master walks away. Leaning back he shakes his head, he's almost forgotten how disgustingly narrow minded the Jedi was. Unwilling adapt or change all for the sake of some useless traditions.
Grimacing in distaste he looks back to his baby-Jedi and sees that Peter's finally looked up and started to spar with Jerema.
Letting out a deep breath Deadpool lets his mind wander as he watches the two circle each other, lunging and parrying.
Eyes focused solely on Peter and mind far away Deadpool is suddenly ripped back to what's happening when Peter's face changes to distress.
Blinking Deadpool looks around to try and see what is happening and sees Jerema lie on the ground motionless but seemingly unharmed and master Douch heading back over towards Peter.
Eyes wide Peter tries to stutter out an explanation. "I-I di-"
Not listening the master just gives him a stern look. "I thought I told you to stop using those tricks of yours?"
Displeased they gesture down at Jerema's unconscious body. "Now she can't continue her training." Looking back at Peter they add. "So nor shall you."
"But I would have injured her if I didn't have the sa-"
Not giving Peter a chance to explain the training master simply talks over him. "How will she learn to fight with proper lightsabers if her own comrade won't let her learn? A Jedi knows how to avoid serious injury and what to do when injured."
Ushering Peter away from the main training are he is told sit down and think about his actions and how they affect both himself and others.
Blood boiling Deadpool watches as a defeated looking Peter goes to sit down on a bench beside the training are. Why isn't he fighting back? You're smarter than them, baby-Jedi. I know you are.
Staring at Peter in anger and confusion Deadpool watches as the apprentice takes out something small from his robes and starts to tinker with it.
Frowning Deadpool tries to get a closer look and doesn't see sparring pair getting increasingly closer to where Peter is sitting.
Seemingly purposely they swinging their lightsabers close to him only to suddenly slash down towards the bench seat, making it collapse.
Yelping in surprise and then pain Peter falls to the floor. Clutching his hand blood drips from it where one of the tools he was using accidentally stabbed into his hand.
Muscles tensing, Deadpool resists the urge to jump down and check if Peter is okay, and instead watches with with a forbidding air as master Douch comes over.
Instead of offering assistance they simply stand there looking down at Peter. "You need to be more aware of your surroundings, young apprentice."
More aware about his surroundings? What about you, dickbag? I could have sniped you and all your students by now.
He can feel his hands itching to pull out one of his guns. Getting rid of the assholes that got Peter injured and teaching this idiot of a master a lesson.
Still clutching his hand to his chest Peter stands with difficulty. Staring down at the floor he refuses to look up and meet the eyes of the training master.
Sighing in exasperation the master waves a dismissive hand. "Go and meditate. You seem in need of it."
Seething Deadpool watches as Peter walks away from the training area.
So that Backstreet Boys Reunion Tour is a helluva thing, huh? Gone world wide and everything...