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Wade Wilson loved Disney, to the point where it was creepy. Mickey Mouse could be found everywhere in the small run-down apartment. Plates, dish towels, salt and pepper shakers, Christmas ornaments, count down clocks for special orations, underwear, cooking utensils, you name it, it will more then likely have a Disney stamp on it.
“Do I need to put you on that show ‘My Weird Obsession’?” Weasel asked one day as he slipped cheap coffee out of Minnie’s head.
“Not if you want Mickey waffles.”
You see, Wade loved Disney ‘cause his mom loved Disney. It was one of few happy moments they shared together before cancer decided to come knocking on the door. Then it became an escape for them, an escape from the testing and the sad, pitying looks they received. She would pull him out of school sometimes just to re-watch the classics and they would stay up late pouring over scrapbooks retelling their favorite parts to their last trip. As she got sicker Wade would try his hardest to keep their little tradition alive but she was getting so tired all the time. She lost her appetite more often then not, leaving her Mickey Mouse pancakes untouched.
When she finally passed his father shut down, diving into the bottom of a bottle and never getting out of it. He couldn’t hold a job for shit, couldn’t be sober, couldn’t be father, the ass just couldn’t be bothered to do anything but drink, bitch and drink some more.
At first Wade felt for his dad. His wife died…of course he wasn’t going to be the same. ‘Just be patience.’ ‘He’s just under a lot of stress now.’ People would say and yes Wade got it, but any pity he might have had went out the window the moment his father threw his mothers crystal Cinderella castle.
The delicate glass shattered against the side of Wade’s face, embedding shards of color into his skin. Wade stood stunned as blood dripped from the wounds; he could already feel the bruise blossoming on his cheek.
“What a fucking waste!” His father yelled picking up another Disney glass piece. “All of it! Its all a big fucking waste!” By the end of his rampage Wade realized two things. One, his father was indeed a very stressed man and two, the best way to relieve that stress was to take it out on Wade.
Things were not pleasant to say the lest at the Wilson residency. Wade was forced to wear long sleeves during summer and lie to his teachers about falling in the fall. Winter was perfect cause of all the layers and when Wade turned eighteen he was fucking gone. The army was the best option for him so he took it plus in the army people didn’t bat an eye at the scars and burn marks decorating Wades body. Plus he didn’t have to worry about fucking up his face; it was already done for him.
Things were going ok, until Wades squad got blown to hell. Wade lost his legs and his friends that day.
Now at the ripe age of thirty-five Wade was living on his own and collecting his small army paycheck.
“So… you going to go back or what?”
“Pfft, Weasel you know I can’t go back to the army, what happened in Jacksonville didn’t stay in Jacksonville.” Wade said as he piled the waffles on to a plate in the shape of Mickey’s ass.
“I meant Disney you asshole. When was the last time you got a fix?”
Wade froze at the question willing his heart to stop beating so fucking fast.
“Been since my mom.” He choked out. Weasel placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Shit man.” Sure, to anyone else that might have seemed cold but for Wade that’s all he needed, no pitying noises or ‘I’m so sorry’. They ate in silence for a while, Wade lost in thought, remembering his mothers smile as they spun in the Tea Cups and her laugh as they plunged down Splash Mountain.
“I think you should go back. It might be therapeutic or some shit.” Wade snorted.
“What should I bring her picture with me too? Get all Fruits Basket up in this bitch?”
“Ya that’s not half bad.”
“Really?” Wade asked eyeing his friend like he just fucked an avocado again. (Don’t ask….it’s better left a mystery.) But the more Wade thought about the more appealing it was. He would get looks for bringing a picture of his mom around but hey who gave a flying fuck. Its not like he wouldn’t attract stares in the first place.
“You, Sonic and Glitter Balls going to join?” He asked.
Weasel shrugged.
“Sure why the fuck not.”
Over the next few weeks Wade, Piotr Nikolaivitch Rasputin (or Colossus from his wrestling days) and his adoptive daughter Ellie along with Weasel scrapped enough money for a hotel, a Dinning Plan and Park Hopper. After much consideration they add the Memory Maker as well. (All the photos you want? Sigh me the fuck up.) It wasn’t a cheep trip but Wade had a good feeling about it. Like now was the right time to go back.
They planned to go the week of Wade’s mother’s birthday and before you knew it the four of them were boarding a plane to sunny Florida.
“Fuck you man.” Weasel said threw a yawn.
“Language please.” Piotr said giving a pointed look at Ellie who merely rolled her eyes.
“I’ve heard worse dad.” She said playing around on her phone. Piotr smiled warming at her. Wade knew how much it meant to the older man whenever she said the word ‘dad’.
“But it’s three in the fucking morning!” Wined Weasel.
“Best time to go! Get there early, get shit done!” Wade said smiling as he handed his I.D over to a sleepy TSA worker.
“I’m sleeping on the plane for sure.” Ellie said once they were through baggage check.
“Sounds like a good plan Sonic.” Once again she rolled her eyes, huffing at the nickname. That’s what you get when you name yourself Negasonic Warhead when you’re five.
“I almost forgot! I have something for you guys.” Wade dug around his carry on until he found three grey bags. “Here you are. Go! Put them on!”
Ellie pulled out a soft gray tee with the words ‘DIDNEY WORL?’ and the messed up faces of Jim from Treasure Planet, Tinker Bell and Gaston printed on it.
“No.” She and Weasel said at the same time.
“Come now Wade, this is not the best of shirts I have seen.”
“But its funny!” The ex-soldier pouted as they handed back the shirts.
“Fine, I’ll be the only cool one!” He said as he unzipped his hoodie to reveal the shirt.
They waited for about twenty minutes until a tinny voice announced that Flight 2B would be boarding. After collecting their belonging just as the load speaker asked them too, the rag-tag group walked sleepily to their plane and their adventure.