Wade was sitting on a bench in his leather clad suit, munching on a burrito he had bought, ignoring the passerby’s, then cocked an eyebrow. Why the fuck was there a kid trying to make their way over to him? Wade watched the kid push through the pedestrians, crumpled bills clutched in their hands. He raised an eyebrow. The kid looked like they’d gotten jumped or something. “Uh, hey, kiddie. Why’re you coming over here—?”