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BarberShop (IronPool)


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THIS is the song they perform!


“Wade.” Tony put his tabled down and rubbed his eyes wearily. “What in the actual fu–”

“No no. Swearing in front of a barbershop quartet is like swearing in front of a choir. Totally naughty.” Wade, in full Deadpool regalia parked his admittedly fine toned ass on top of Tony’s desk, hands clasped in his lap eagerly as the four men in matching suits and snazzy bow ties arranged themselves in a semi circle.

“No wait–” Tony held up his hand. “Sorry guys, but wait. Wade, seriously what the hell.”

“The hell is that I’ve been trying to get your attention for months now and you’ve been ignoring me.”

“You are literally impossible to ignore.”

“Well you must be super man then, because you’ve been ignoring me and honestly it’s hurting my feelings.”

“So you hired a barbershop quartet to invade my lab and irritate me with– no offense guys– irritate me with annoying songs?”

“So rude.” Wade sounded offended. “I picked out a great song for you. Take it away, boys.”

The men gathered closer, found their pitch, and began to sing.

Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you, uhh”

“George Michael? Seriously?”

“George Michael was a hero, so watch your tone. And I felt like this song was particularly appropriate for us. Especially those first few lines.”

“But I’ve got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too”

“Do I need to think twice about giving my heart away to you, Tony? You gonna play a game with me?”

“Oh my god.” Tony couldn’t help his smile, and folded his arms, trying to hide his laughter. “Honestly Wade. I swear—”

“Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
Oh when that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong man, baby
But I’m showing you the door”

“I can’t handle wanting time with you, and you just being mean about it.” Wade pouted. “Why you gotta be like that Tony?”

“So you want time with–”

Naked time.”

“–time with me?”

“Well yeah.”

“You could have just asked.”

“Oh. That actually didn’t occur to me.”

“'Cause I gotta have faith
I gotta faith
Because I gotta to have faith faith
I gotta to have faith, faith, faith”

“I wouldn’t mind time with you.”

Naked time?”

Tony finally laughed, leaning back in his chair and making a motion in Wade’s direction. “We can talk about naked time.”

“Oh thank god.” Wade jumped off the desk and right into Tony’s lap, grinning under his mask when the beautiful genius huffed under his two hundred plus pounds. “I was going to get really obvious here in a few days.”

“The barbershop quartet wasn’t obvious?”

“Do you know me at all? Things could have gotten really really weird, Stark.”

“Yeah well, how about you get your ass off of me before you crush me.”

“Sorry.” Wade didn’t move though and Tony couldn’t do anything but laugh about it was the quartet finished their song.

Before this river
Becomes an ocean
Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But I wait for something more
‘Cause I’ve gotta have faith
Unh I gotta faith
Because I gotta to have faith, faith, faith
I gotta to have faith, faith, faith”

“So this song is actually about him leaving someone for someone else, not about—”

“Shhhh.” Wade hushed him. “It’s fine. Nobody cares about that.”


“George, I have an ulcer, I don’t sleep well, mostly because you keep calling me in the middle of the night, and if you don’t call me I dream that you’re gonna call me. I think about you in the shower…not in a good way, but in an I’m-so-distracted-I-can’t-remember-if-I-washed-my-hair kinda way - so I’ll wash my hair twice! So I have a hole in my stomach, I’m running out of shampoo and today is the first day in my life that I did not give a thousand percent on the job. And I hate that feeling.” - Two Weeks Notice (2002)


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