"Yeah, it turns out people actually need to be touched or they get a little crazy and fucked up."

Leeeean. Now his head is on Marlo's shoulder.

"So this is for your own protection."

He should stand up and go back to his seat. He should, at the very least, stop himself from relaxing into Deadpool's side. 

He does not do that. 

...cute. Really cute.

He puts an arm around Marlo's shoulders.

"That's the idea."

He's — absentmindedly aware of how he's pulling Spiderman closer.

Deadpool clearly wants something from him, and for now anyway it's something he can give. He's just going to keep leaning. 

Hmm. Ease up a little or try to make it through the awkward dubious middle part?

...ease up.

He takes his arm away and goes back to a normal lean, letting his eyes shut.

…there isn't anything to be protective about, here, but he finds himself wrapping an arm around Deadpool anyway. 

Look at that smile.

"...name's Z, by the way. Thought you might wanna know."

A genuine smile, this time. "Thank you, Z." 

This definitely means he wins.

(Marlo Rogers knows his naaaaame.)

He's just gonna sit here being ambiguously cuddly for a while. That's fine, right?

Z can lean on him for as long as he wants. 

"Sorry to break up the party but Natasha says it's uncomfortable personal revelations time."

"...do we really have to do uncomfortable personal revelations time?"

"If you think it is a good idea to go into battle against people who might make you hallucinate the worst five minutes of your life over and over again while no one knows what the worst five minutes of your life even were, then you are welcome to skip Uncomfortable Personal Revelation Time."

"Y'know, you can just say 'yes'."

Clint and Natasha enter the room. 

"Worst fear, worst memory, fondest wish. --Worst fears are the deaths of Spiderman, Deadpool, Lev, or Pepper, or me killing children, or clowns. Worst memories are finding out my parents died, flying a nuclear bomb into a portal, getting kidnapped and finding out that I was dying, and watching the weapons I made kill a bunch of innocent people. Fondest wish is." He pauses and takes a deep breath. "Fondest wish is dating Spiderman and inventing something really cool that will make everyone's lives better and also, like, a universe-spanning utopia full of human flourishing. And lots of good reviews on my fanfiction. And another good Star Wars movie."

"Worst fear — dying, loved ones dying, police officers yes I know there are good ones they just freak me out. Fondest wish — safety for myself and my family and my friends, security for same. Worst memories — um, immigration raid on my apartment building when I was ten, if I start curling up very small it's probably that one, being strapped to a deathtrap.

Speaking of which, if I die here it was a car crash and I was never Spiderman and none of you ever knew me, do not put that kind of attention on my parents." 

"Absolutely."

Natasha:

"My worst fears are my past being revealed, mind control, and drowning. My worst memory is either the time I was tortured-- that would be the screaming-- or a surgery that was performed on me when I was a kid-- that would be me being curled up. My fondest wish is to marry and have a daughter and a normal life."

Her voice is absolutely expressionless.

"Worst memory is the ice, and waking up from the ice. Fondest dream is not being needed. Worst fear is being helpless." 

Why does Marlo always give totally useless answers. The fuck are they going to do with 'being helpless.'

Asher is aware enough as a person not to comment on this.

Z has a knee tucked up to his chest.

“Worst fear is...people who like me all figuring out they shouldn’t, going back to the lab, being homeless again — little locked spaces. Worst memories are. Being in the incinerator, seeing my...face the first time, puking blood the first time, them...telling me I’ve got cancer, and. First time they made me watch a kid in the chamber.”

His nails scratch at the back of the chair.

“Fondest wish is. Looking like a human being again. Finding the lab and...doing whatever I’m gonna do...”

If he doesn’t tell the truth it’s not useful. It defeats the whole fucking purpose.

“...and somebody caring so much they’d take a fair chance of dying for me.”

Asher is really trying his best not to say "you have the last one," because Marlo is right there and they've only been dating for a day. But he lets himself feel a little smug internally.

Clint makes his uncomfortable personal revelations.

"So, checklist." Asher hands things out as he goes down the list. "Gas masks, in case the mind control is transmitted through the air. Earbuds that play music, so you can't hear orders; our voices and Jarvis's voice will override the music. Camera on your suit which Jarvis will be monitoring, to check whether you're mind controlled and to screen for hallucinations. Heart rate monitors, to check for extreme emotion. Psychiatric drugs of various sorts; read the labels, you do not want to mix up benzos and rimonabant; Spidey, Deadpool, you might want to take the Cap-size pills rather than the me-size pills, because your metabolisms are faster."

He nods seriously and takes the things he's given and makes a note to use the drugs only as a last resort, since he's completely unfamiliar with all of them. 

“Didn’t think the team membership came with free drugs,” he quips, smiling weakly, as he suits up.

"Only if we're worried you're going to be mind-controlled! Cap, can I persuade you to leave the shield at home this time?"