Steve remembered the first time he met Wade Wilson. He knew that his wife was good friends with him. He knew that said man was Deadpool, the Merc with a Mouth. However, upon said first meeting, Steve quickly learned that Wade just didn't give a damn about social norms.

"Jackiepoo!" Wade yelled loudly, waving his arms frantically from across the training room.

Jack turned her head at the sound of the familiar voice. Her eyes lit up and a beaming smile stretched across her lips. Wade and Jack loved each other dearly. Not in the same sense that she loved Steve, of course. But they loved each other all the same. They were kindred spirits in that, they were both experimented on painfully and brutally. Overcoming that obstacle together and doing good. Well, sorta, in Wade's experience.

"Wadeykins!" The ebony haired woman bellowed gleefully. She jumped out of the ring, ignoring her sparring partner -Bucky- and ran headfirst into the merc. The two embraced tightly, Jack laughing as Wade spun her around a circle. It was strange to see the merc out of his eye catching red spandex, but nice to see his face all the same.

"What's up, Utah?" Jack asked with a chuckle as she pulled away. "Get tired of terrorizing poor Weasel?"

Wade snorted. "Can't I just come and visit my Pookie?" He asked, batting his eyes.

Jack cocked a refined brow in amusement. "No," she deadpanned. "What's up?"

Wade gave a long suffering sigh. "Uhg, fine," he groaned out. "Daddy dearest told me that you gotta new man in your life. Uncle Wadey needs to meet this fella."

Jack blinked owlishly. "You wanna meet Steve?" She asked. "Like, Steve Rogers?"

Bucky watched the interaction with interest from where he stood next to Steve. He chuckled at their rapport and downright howled with laughter when Wade said, "Fuck yeah! I might be Canadian, but I love Captain America!"

Jack smirked wickedly, looking back at her fiance with a wink. "Gotta watch your language around Steve. He doesn't like those words."

Wade simply brushed her off with a wave of his hand. "Psh, like I fucking care. Captain America can kick my ass and I'd say, 'Thank you. Does tomorrow work for you as well?'"

Bucky could hardly breathe at this point, holding onto Steve's shoulder as he doubled over with laughter. Steve just shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He had some idea of where his day was headed with Wade Wilson here. And he had a feeling that he wasn't going to like it. Not one bit.

"Hey, chuckles," Wade said, throwing an arm around Jack's shoulders. "Who's your arm candy? And are you willing to share?"

Jack snorted, chuckling at Bucky's confused expression. She watched as he looked from Wade to Steve before giggling -yes, giggling- once again. Jack just shook her head with a fond smile. She then waved the two men over to her and Wade, beckoning them to join her.

"I already like this guy," Bucky told Steve with a devious smirk, mischief in his blue eyes.

"Steve, Bucky, this is Wade Wilson," Jack said, pointing at the merc. Both soldiers were well aware of the scarring that covered his body, but neither were prepared for it. It looked as if Wade's flesh was constantly shedding and replacing itself, leaving craters and grooves all along his face, head, and neck. But his brown eyes were full of caring and fondness as he looked at his 'niece', and there was a twinkle of mischievousness, as well.

"Utah, this is Bucky Barnes," Jack introduced, pointing at the brunet with the metal arm. She then placed her hand in Steve's, pulling him a little closer to her, a loving smile on her face. "And this is Steve."

The three men were very obviously sizing up one another. It was tense for only a moment, before Bucky, sweet child, blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. "Why does Jack call you Utah?"

Steve shook his head, Jack giggled, and Wade grinned wolfishly. "Well, if you must know," he started, tone full of sass. "I was told that my face looks like a map of Utah."

Jack snorted, Steve looking at her. "Ha! Its more so you look like Freddy Krueger face fucked a topographical map of Utah," she giggled.

Steve's eyes widened comically, Bucky died, and Wade cackled maniacally. "That too," the merc laughed out. He then looked to Steve, blue eyes bulging out of their sockets at his finance's crass statement. "That's right, Cap. Our girl has quite the potty mouth, and I'm proud to say I had a hand in teaching her that!"

Jack just snorted inelegantly, patting Steve's chest. "I know you've heard me say worse, Rogers," she told him, heterochromic eyes sparkling with mirth.

Bucky just smirked, looking over at his best friend's girl. "He acts like he's a damn saint," he said, pointing at Steve. "Man's said worse than that. Especially back in the day. Between him and Dum-Dum, they had quite the colorful vocabulary."

Wade gasped in amazement, slapping the sides of his face with hands as his eyes lit up in joy. "Well, fuck me with a tuna and call me Sally! That's amazing!" He then turned to Jack. "Captain America has a potty mouth! Someone alert the press!"

Steve just gave a long suffering sigh, hanging his head as his shoulders slumped over. "I wish I could still get drunk," he muttered to himself. "That's the only thing that would make today tolerable."

Jack simply snorted. "Not likely. Not where Wade's concerned, soldier."

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