Atlas Gym, Tuesday Afternoon

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Deadpool was working out.

No, really. There were weights and that treadmill thing--he managed to fight off the urge to reenact OK Go music videos through sheer will power--and even a punching bag!

...look, there had been some coffee and a lot of sugar involved and now he was trying to burn off energy. And desperately hoping for a pick up match. With fighty. Not basketball.

Though you could always toss a basketball at someone's head...

No, no. That wouldn't be fair at all. He'd toss it at their groin.

[[Open gym is open!]]

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They hadn't had a gym in town when Veronica was a student here, so she was curious to check it out.

She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of yoga pants. Her hair was tied back in pigtails.

Oh, look, treadmills. She made her way over to one and put down her water bottle before noticing Deadpool.

"Hi."

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Deadpool turned and kinda just stared for a moment. "Sweet statutory. If you're a student, I'm going to hell right now. And not even the fun part with the retconning."

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Veronica smirked. "You're about three years late for that. I graduated back in 2006. Just back to teach for the summer. Veronica Mars."

She assumed he was a teacher. She kind of hoped he hadn't ever seen her student records.

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"No longer jailbait. Good to know," Deadpool replied, nodding seriously. Because if he had access to those files, that would go in it.

...Hopefully Zoe kept them under lock and key.

"What are you teaching again, my spunky lil' friend?"

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"Definitely not jailbait," Veronica agreed. Also not exactly available. Not that she would admit that.

"I'm teaching SAT prep this session," she said.

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To-mah-to, to-may-to...

"Well, you do look it," Deadpool pointed out. "SAT prep? Huh. I think I just made fun designs with my scantron."

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"Oh, come on," Veronica said, looking exasperated. "I'm almost twenty-two. No way do I still look seventeen."

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"You know, it's a compliment!"

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"If you say so. I don't think I caught your name?"

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"Deadpool," He said with a grin, offering a hand. "I'm your friendly neighborhood Vice Principal. And no, I am not planning to turn the island into hell on earth."

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Veronica shook his hand. "That's very good to know. I'm sure Principal Winchester would hate having to kick your ass."

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"I only let her because she does it in tight pants," Deadpool insisted. Because, c'mon... Rrawr!

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That made Veronica laugh. "So are you working out or just ogling all the women who come in?"

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"Weeeell... you'd be the first woman to come in, so..." Deadpool thought about it long and hard. "I like to think I can multitask and do both."

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"You are certainly good for my ego," Veronica admitted.

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"Awww, you're a peach," Deadpool said, bouncing from one foot to the other. "Now will you be makin' my day and tell me you want to spar so I can cement my plans to sweep you off your feet to live on some romantic tropical island with me and a few cabana boys?"

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Veronica considered his offer. "As long as you promise not to break me, I'll spar with you."

As for his other plans, well, she wasn't dating anyone, RIGHT? *ahem*

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It was a forbidden love. Much like his secret affair with Zoe. So secret that not even they knew about it.

"Wolfcub's honor," He promised. fingers raised in a sort of scouty salute.

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"Why do I doubt you were a scout of any kind?" Veronica asked. Which didn't stop her from picking up her water bottle and moving over to the mats.

She did a few light stretches.

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"I was! For a few days," Deadpool insisted, just moving from one foot to the other in classic 'omg hurry up' ants in his pants style. "The Canadian version."

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"Oh, you're Canadian?"

That explained so much.

"Okay, I think I'm ready."

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The costume? Straight up New York. And Marvel. So damn Marvel.

"Gimme your best shot," Deadpool said, grinning widely.

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Veronica was fairly certain she was going to get her ass handed to her. But that was okay. At least maybe he wouldn't baby her like Angel and Bel did.

She bounced a few times, making sure her knees were nice and loose and aimed a punch at his stomach.

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"Good!" Deadpool said, grinning like a loon as he looked down at his stomach. "Maybe higher next time?"

With that bit of advice done with, he pushed forward to know her down if she wasn't fast enough.

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His taking the punch without even attempting to dodge or block completely caught Veronica off guard, and she wasn't expecting him to come at her, so she didn't manage to get out of the way.

However, she reacted quickly enough and once she hit the ground she kicked out, attempting to sweep his ankles and knock him off of his feet.