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Ah, the joys of unemployment. Or, we could suppose in this case it’s more of freelancing than unemployment. That sounds a lot better, right? Plus, it’s not technically wrong…
The wonderful Wade Wilson returns to what he does best after quitting his job as a car salesman. Even after all he went through he can admit it was one of the most soul crushing jobs he’s done. Quitting was a well needed deep breath of fresh air. The most refreshing new beginning the man could ever have. Plus, this time he had a friend beside him! Oh, the great, fabled, Wolverine! Finally being able to work with the guy went even better than Wade had anticipated. After all, he secretly was always a fan. He felt like a teenage girl meeting her favorite boy band members after years of listening to them. But of course, he couldn’t express it too much. Gotta stay stoic for you know, the plot.
However, what also comes with “freelancing” is deciding what kind of jobs you’re going to take. And, it’s even more difficult when you have a partner who is the absolute opposite of a yes-man. Of course, Wade didn’t mind most jobs. He’s done this before. However, Logan just arrived in this new universe and is settling down with his new life. The guy left behind everything he knew and started living with an oddly flirtatious man with the same regeneration abilities as him and his blind coke-addicted granny roommate. It felt weird but it also felt right in a way. For some reason he felt like he was in a home. The tiny, cluttered apartment wasn’t the most fancy place in the world but it was home. Logan felt safe, which was all that matters.
He lounged on the couch, leaning back as far as he could with his hands tucked behind his head as support. The adventure he and Wade went through was pretty taxing on his energy so he took most of his time as slow rest days. Meanwhile, Wade was up and about looking for the next great thing to do together. Sure, they could do the classic “kill this certain bad guy and you’ll be rewarded” but Wade wanted something else. He wanted a switch up from the same old missions. This would be his and Logan’s first mission as an official partnership and it needed to be special. Something both of them wouldn’t forget for the rest of their painfully long lives.
Wade grew increasingly dissatisfied and restless. He did need some extra cash and didn’t want to bore Logan and make a horrible first impression of his regular life in his universe. Sitting on the edge of the roof of the apartment, he swung his feet increasingly faster and looked through the piles of paper in his hands that listed all the jobs he could take.
“Aghhh, come on!” He tightened his grip on the sheets of paper. “Is this the best y’all can give me? Seriously? I do NOT feel like settling and I refuse to do so.”
Wade frustratingly shoved the papers into his pocket and sighed. “I can’t just find the perfect job, the perfect job will come to me. It’s fine.” He tapped his fingers against the warm concrete and stared up into the clear sky above him. He stayed like that for a good five minutes or so, until his phone finally rang and broke the silence.
“Huh? Don’t recognize this number. Maybe it’s a job?” He pressed the green answer button and put the phone up against his ear. “Hello?”
-
Logan was still on the couch, dozing off at this point. The apartment was peacefully silent. Blind Al and Mary Puppins were both napping in their room and of course Wade wasn’t home, so it was the quietest the house had been since he got there. He could really get used to this. But that’s never happening!
“OH MY GOD, LOGAN!” Wade shouted as he swung through the open window of the apartment. “LOGAN, LOGAN, OH MY GOD YOU HAVE TO HEAR WHAT I WAS JUST OFFERED RIGHT NOW.”
“Ah, shit what?” Logan jumped awake and rubbed his temples.
“I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE, AND-AND DISNEYLAND! DISNEY WANTS US TO MAKE A GUEST APPEARANCE FOR THEM! AT DISNEYLAND!”
“Disneyland? Disney? Why the fuck would they want us there?”
“Oh, you know, they own both our licenses now.” Wade shrugged. “So they have to feed their hungry crowd some freshly caught Deadpools and Wolverines to satisfy their hunger.”
Logan blankly stared at Wade like he had two heads.
“Well, anyways, CMON FUCKING DISNEYLAND WANTS US! AND THE PAY IS NOT TOO BAD EITHER, AFTER ALL THEY SAID ALL WE HAVE TO DO IS WALK AROUND IN OUR SUITS AND ENTERTAIN THE KIDS! HOW HARD CAN IT BE?” Wade squealed like a little girl while shaking with joy.
Logan raised his eyebrow at the thought, but looked at how excited Wade seemed. He knew how tirelessly he was working to get them both a fun gig to do together.
“You sure this isn't a weird scam? I've heard about those these days."
"No, no, of course not. I traced back the number and did some research and it came back as them. Plus, look, they sent me an image of the potential flyer they're going to post on their website and social media." Wade turned his phone screen to show Logan. "It's too good to NOT be legit."
"Okay, okay, tell me more, then. You got me interested.”
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Disney wanted the two to be there ready and performing a week after Wade received the offer. They offered to fly them out to Anaheim from New York as included in the offer, but it was only a commercial plane ticket. TSA would absolutely nag the living hell out of the two, especially Logan, knowing that he has weapons literally built into his body. It wouldn’t be fun at all. So, the two agreed to take the bus instead. It would be a three day journey with only a couple of stops. Couldn’t be too bad right?
Wade was absolutely excited for the road trip ahead of them. Over the course of the next couple of days, he intricately packed his bags and belongings with thought. Meanwhile, Logan shoved random clothes, toothbrushes, and other necessities an hour before they left for the bus stop. When they got there, Wade restlessly paced around at the bus stop while buying an excessive amount of snacks. Boarding soon began and of course he called dibs on the window seat.
After the two settled down in their seats, Wade sighed and wrung his hands. “Oh my God, Logie, we’re going to Disneyland! THE FREAKING DISNEYLAND! I’ve always seen that place as a kid and I’ve always wanted to go, holy shit, now I’m getting PAID to go-”
Logan was looking down at the inside of his backpack organizing the contents, then suddenly snapped into attention. Did he just fucking call me “Logie?” What the hell? But he didn’t want to interrupt the moment and instead blinked a couple times before continuing.
“Plus, plus, they’re letting ME write the script for what we’re gonna say. There’s gonna be a story time show and everything, oh man they made a grave mistake choosing me to do that part. But I guess there’s only so much I can do since I gotta keep it “Disney-friendly”, whatever that means…”
The bus departed from the stop in New York and started heading westward. The next couple of hours were the same, Wade uncontrollably yapping about his excitement and Logan sheepishly nodding trying to hide his annoyance. He was absolutely fed up with the one hell-of-a-mouth sitting next to him but he knew how much this meant to Wade. He told him all about his past and how his childhood wasn’t glitter and rainbows, dealing with constant abuse and pain. It made Logan happy to see Wade heal from the past and embrace a side of him he wasn’t able to express before. He had to admit, he did have a soft spot for the guy. He understood what he went through and he felt as if Wade understood back. It was a connection he rarely experienced, with the other being with Laura. How could he hate him?
How could Logan hate the guy who was leaning on his shoulder, sleeping like a baby with his hand on his thigh? How could he hate the guy that made some curiously flirtatious jokes towards him all the time? How could he hate the guy whose phone wallpaper was a picture of him with a poorly drawn heart around it? Every time a notification would flash on Wade’s phone, Logan would take a glance at the lock screen and see a hideous photo of himself that emphasized his forehead. Around his head was a scribbled, lopsided yellow heart drawn with Instagram Create scribble feature. Oh, how silly it is, Logan thought. This guy is quite literally wrapped around my arm now and has a picture of me with a HEART around it as his lock screen, which could mean nothing. Absolutely nothing. He ignored the hard thumping of his heartbeat in his chest when he realized he secretly liked it all. Deep down, he liked what Wade was doing. But he didn’t know why. All of this meant nothing. They were just two work partners and two very close friends.