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“You know, I never really saw myself as the ‘friendly-neighborhood’ Deadpool, but I could get used to the perks.”
Wade chirped as he kicked his legs back and forth over the edge of his apartment building. He paused when he noticed Logan staring off into the distance, most likely pondering some core memories from his past. Wade had no problem interrupting his reminiscing though, whether good or bad, so he jabbed Logan straight in the side with his elbow.
“What?” Logan groaned, not particularly affected by the attack besides getting broken out of his trance.
“Stop looking all mopey. We saved a lot of people today. It’s new for people like us.”
Logan gave a curt nod of acknowledgement before attempting to return to his mind-palace. Wade needed someone to listen to his yapping constantly, so he instead grabbed Logan’s face and furrowed the eyes of his mask.
“Quit your dozing and talk to me. Just don’t start trauma dumping and ruin the mood.”
Logan grumbled, “Let me go.”
“Only if you spill the beans of what's on your mind. You should be thanking me for being so kind and willing to listen. If this works out maybe I’ll become a therapist.”
“That’s a terrible idea.” Logan let out a quiet snicker from the absurdity of his statement which made the eyes of Wade’s suit widen.
“Woah.”
“What?” Logan raised an eyebrow.
“This must be fanfiction. If this were Disney, they would’ve already canceled the program because I’ve held your face for this long.”
Logan took Disney’s advice and forcibly pull his face away from Wade’s hand.
“You’re making it weird. Like you always do.”
“I’m afraid that’s kind of my whole schtick, buckaroo.”
Logan rolled his eyes and laid back on his arms.
“You got anything else weird to say, or am I good for the rest of the night?”
Wade gasped. “I’m appalled that you’d even assume I’m capable of being normal!”
Logan decided that taking offense to his offense took too much effort and instead, laid flat on the building’s roof with his arms behind his head.
Wade decided to move things along quicker and laid beside Logan, hoping his assumption that Logan wouldn’t toss him off the building for getting too close was correct.
“You into astronomy?” Logan mumbled as his gaze traced patterns into the stars.
“I dabble, but I couldn’t tell you much besides a few constellation names.”
Logan took Wade’s arm unannounced and pointed his hand up at the sky. Wade laid in awe as Logan traced the outline of a constellation with his arm.
“Sagittarius”
“Pretty sure you just drew a penis with my arm, bud. Is this some weird foreplay I’m not aware of?”
“Hell no.” Logan stomped on Wade’s leg with his foot.
“Fuck!” Wade winced, but Logan returned to tracing out constellations with Wade’s arm and naming them.
Wade had sort of forgotten what he was even doing because frankly, he couldn’t recall the last time he was able to look at someone and feel love instead of lust. Well, both were on the table, but being too horny would ruin the moment.
“Can we kiss now or are we going for like a slow-burn kind of thing?”
Honest to god, Wade could see Logan ponder this request before quickly turning it down with another stomp to the leg.
“Ow—worth a try.”
“Watch yourself, Wade.” Logan smirked, clearly satisfied with the pain he had inflicted on his stargazing partner.
“Oh I will…” Wade huffed before turning his face away. It wasn’t like Logan could see the soft grin under his mask, but he had to hide it just in case.