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The contract Wade manages to get out of Coulson takes five days, six lawyers, and several gallons of coffee to be something that both men would sign. Clint reads some of it but the fine print has fine print and the whole thing makes his eyes cross. It's thicker than Clint and Natasha's contracts combined.
“Since when did you get to be a contract lawyer?”
“Since never” Wade answers as he signs his name with a flourish. "Lawyers are scum Clint. We've had this conversation.” He passes the pen to Coulson
“But what about Jack McCoy?”
“Obviously he's the exception to the rule. Anyone from Law and Order is either proof or exception to the rules. Do I need to get the chart out again?”
Coulson finishes signing with a sigh and Clint can see an immediate change in him. His shoulders aren't as tense and he looks less likely to go off like a bomb at the next rookie that bugs him. Wade's contract really was a nightmare for him.
“No more charts. Please. But I would like to say, officially, welcome to The Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division Agent Wilson.”
He offers Wade his hand and after a confused few seconds on his part he takes the hand and shakes.
“Deadpool. Agent Deadpool. Not Wilson.”
“That wasn't part of the contract” Which seems to be Coulson's go to response for telling Wade no.
“It wasn't! This is just a request. Um, please?”
The please isn't very sincere but Coulson nods anyway.
“Fair enough, Agent Deadpool.”