We’re expecting someone today… It dawned on him, and Wade jogged after the other man. Right…Oh, that Wayne guy! From Gotham. “You’re…Mr. Wayne, correct?” he called. “I’m Deadp- Agent Wilson.” Right. First priority is as a SHIELD agent now, not a freelance.
“Is there anything I can get for you, sir? Or direct you to?” he offered. Wade couldn’t deny that he wasn’t looking for someone to talk to- being alone (although occupied with training) felt stifling to him. And maybe he’ll give us something to do, offered his first head voice. These billionaire types usually have interesting things to say.
“Not really. Is there anything you need, Mr. Wilson?”
He glanced back over his shoulder as he heard the other man start to follow him again. Brow furrowed, he continued to play the unsuspecting businessman, which, in this situation, was half right. He wasn’t sure what was going on, to be honest.
“Er, no sir, I’m only on assignment to see if I can be of service t’ you today.”
You’re annoying him, Wade, chided the first voice. Oh, hush, we’re having fun. hissed the second head voice.
“So, uh, you helped t’ build this place, right?” he questioned cautiously.
He raised an eyebrow when he heard what the man’s job seemed to be today, and started moving down the hallway again, looking ahead.
“So, you didn’t intend to act that way back there? Or are you just…. like that?”
“What? Oh, with th’ sandbags? I was just training. I haven’t had too many chances t’ keep up with that lately.” He sounded surprised. “Er…what d’ you mean by ‘like that’?”
He just continued walking, though still speaking with the other man. It didn’t really bother him; he was just making a point.
“Well, I mean - you were kind of… rude.”
Grinning, he looked over at the mercenary again, then winked.
“I know you didn’t know who I was. You are forgiven. They must have needed some muscle around here, if they hired you to keep an eye on the kids. Why is that?”