Wade had always liked “girly” things, but that’d been beaten out of him by his dad. After that asshole’s death, he tried on dresses twice before throwing them back into a pile in his closet of things he didn’t plan on wearing again but just couldn’t bear to throw them out. After Weapon X, he put them on to see if he felt the same way. He talked to himself and his voices, he was ugly as sin, and who would honestly take him seriously?
Turns out dresses actually made him feel… almost pretty. With his mask on, and as many weapons as he could fit on himself, anyone who laughed at him would get a nice click of the safety turning off under their chin. Turns out people did take him seriously, even if it was only because he’d murdered all of their henchmen and was currently toying with their life. And they couldn’t say a damn thing about his dresses unless they wanted to be six feet under faster than they would have been otherwise.
Finally he felt comfortable with that part of himself again, but when it came to people he looked up to, people he respected… well, his insecurity about his outfit choices was the first thing to show.
“Is it the dress…?”
Yes. This is how it is. Good~
I am Terra 