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If you told Logan 100 years ago that, at the age of 198, he would have a daughter that was made in a lab, he wouldn't have believed you. If you told Logan 70 years ago that that little girl would become his reason for living, breathing and trying his best everyday then he still wouldn't believe you. But here he was, 198, with his five-year-old daughter, Laura. She had been left on his doorstep with a note and a video from a nurse that had saved her. They wanted to make her a killer, but she was just a baby. An innocent, pure and happy baby. Being a dad is fucking hard, but it’s even harder when you’re not prepared for it. There’s no manual for raising a mutant. The baby had two claws ejecting from each first and one from each foot. They only came out when she cried. Logan had been stabbed a number of times, but being stabbed by a baby when she’s sad just made him soft. Surprisingly, he was a better dad than he thought he’d be, caring, attentive, patient. All things he would never have imagined himself being. But this little girl, his little girl changed all of that. The hate borrowing inside of him turned into love.
They live in a shitty little apartment; limo driving doesn’t pay the best. It’s grungy and old, everything’s rusty and squeaks and they are sleeping in the same bed. He didn’t mind that part; however, he could just protect her better if anything came out at night. They lived a simple life, Laura went to school, he went to work and then they came home, ate dinner together and watched a movie. Then, it happened all over again the next day. This routine was comfortable, Laura seemed to think so too. She would snuggle up in his arms and fall asleep a few minutes into the movie without fail.
On the weekends, they would go to the park and eat lunch on the benches. They usually have some form of ham or turkey sandwich. Laura hated most condiments so hers usually consisted of lettuce and ham. Logan never forced her to eat anything she didn’t want to, unless it was vegetables, kids needed to grow up strong and he firmly believed that.
“Can we go to the doggy park today, Dada.” The little girl asked at breakfast. She barely reached the table, and Logan would have to put three phone books on her seat so she could eat. She was eating lucky charms cereal, which Logan hated, but on Saturday she was allowed to have a bowl of the stuff for breakfast.
Logan reached out and pushed the loose strands of hair falling into her milk out of the way before they were drenched fully. He smiled softly, “Yeah, how about after we get you ready?”
Laura nodded and in true five-year-old fashion, began to scarf down the remainder of the bowl of cereal. He had to tell her to slow down numerous times, but she never did. Once she had her mind on something, nothing could get in her way. He couldn’t be too upset over it; he was the exact same way.
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The dog park is an interesting place to go when you don’t own a dog. However, nobody really minded because of the cute little girl on his arm. They had even made some friends, or more so Laura had made some friends. The dogs loved her, and a few of them were so excited to see her that they would tug and pull their owners towards her.
“You have the sweetest little thing on your hands.” A woman smiled, looking at Laura affectionately. Logan never got their names so he couldn’t tell you who this lady was.
He just smiled and nodded. Most people would tell him that or try and start a conversation while Laura played with their dogs, but he was just never much of a talker, especially to people he didn’t know. He was always on the defense, making sure nothing hurt Laura. If someone did, God help them, he would burn the earth to the ground for that little girl.
He’s scanning the park and making sure Laura is okay at the same time, and then he stops. He freezes, not out of fear but anger - or more protectiveness. There’s a new face. A face that looks like somebody had a chemical burn all over their body. An antisocial dog in the corner and a man who is laying on the grass trying to…give the dog a pep talk. This guy had to be completely fucking nuts. He would laugh if he wasn’t so on edge. He then feels a tug on his shirt and his claws immediately peek out from his knuckles, it had better not be somebody playing a prank. He looks down and there is his angel, Laura. She looks a bit frightened by his claws coming out. The girl begins to cry loudly. The bones immediately retract and, in an instant, he is down on his knees holding her close to his chest. He runs his hands through her hair multiple times, repeating ‘Shhhsh’ willing her to stop crying. “It’s okay, Laura. It’s okay, baby girl.” He sings sweetly into her ears.
“WHY ARE YOUR CLAWS OUT!” She screams through sobs. People all over the park hear this and begin staring at him. Civilians aren't exactly the most accepting to mutants, most of the time he can fly under the radar. She’s crying louder and louder.
“I wouldn’t hurt anyone here, baby, you know that.” It was a lie, if he had to then he would. But he’d say anything to get her to simmer down right now.
“Hello, friend-o.” He hears from above him. There the guy is, the chemical burn and his ugly fucking dog that is dressed in a pink tutu for some reason. She wasn’t dressed in that before…did he bring that to the park to change his dog here?
Logan is about to tell this guy to beat it but he hears Laura’s sobs turn into sniffles as she turns around and sees the dog. She eyes the dog, and Logan begs that she doesn’t ask to hold the disgusting creature.
“Wanna hold her?” Wade smiles
Laura nods lightly as she wipes her eyes. He’s about to hand over the dog and stops himself “She’s 90 percent G-spot and she’ll let you know it so, careful!” He finally hands over the dog and Logan groans loudly.
“What the fuck! You can’t say that to my kid!” Logan’s claws beg to come out again and kill this guy, but he suppresses it for Laura’s sake. He lowers his voice, so Laura doesn’t hear him “If my daughter wasn’t here, I’d fucking kill you.”
The chemical burn laughs, like actually fucking BELLY LAUGHS. “As much as I’d love for that to happen, Tiger, the author wants us to have a meet-cute type of situation!” He turns to the side and then whispers “And by the way, stop calling me chemical burn! It’s just rude and inaccurate!” He rolls his eyes.
“Who in the fuck are you talking to?” Logan growls. He looks down and Laura is completely enamored by this…thing that the man has handed her.
The chemical burn rolls his eyes "What the fuck - seriously, still?! Anyways, I’m Wade Wilson.” He extends a hand to the man. Logan just glares. “Okay, have it your way, Logan.”
Logan’s eyes widen and fucking hell, he wants to gut this guy. “How do you know my-”
Wade cuts him off “Please, stop being modest. Do you know how many people have asked me to kill you!” He laughs and leans forward to pet the dog and smiles at Laura before looking back at Logan, his claws are peeking out, thank God Laura can’t see. “Put your claws away, you slut! I’ve always declined.”
Logan bends down next to his daughter, “Hey, sweetie. How about you take the puppy over there to play on the obstacle course and I’ll have a talk with this…nice man, here!” It kills him to say the last part. Laura nods excitedly and gives him a kiss on both cheeks before going to play. He stands up once more and sneers at Wade “Listen here you low-life, good for nothing piece of shit, I don’t know who sent you or what your angle is, but God so help me I will fucking gut you in broad daylight if I have to.”
“Woah, Woah, Woah friend-o, my only angle is stopping your kid from crying, which, you're welcome by the way. And you can gut me all you want…I’ll just regenerate. And also, it turns me on so your choice.”
Logan chooses to ignore that last part. “ You’re a mutant?” He rolls his eyes.
“Something like that you could say, Sexy Wolf.” Wade flirts.
“I am going to kill you.” Logan deadpans “As soon as I can…” He says looking over at Laura. He waves to her with an enthusiastic grin and then looks back at Wade, all expression wiped from his face.
“Did you not hear the part about regenerating, I know you’re old but holy shit, aren’t you supposed to have really good hearing.” He pops a dozen tic-tacs in his mouth and starts chewing like it’s a bag of chips.
“You can still feel pain, right?” Logan raises his eyebrows.
“Mhm-Hm.” Wade answers, while chewing down ten more tic-tacs.
“Good enough for me.”
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Good enough was an understatement. Logan hadn’t had a playmate in a while, it was in his nature to want to fight but that was out of the question without killing someone. He could look past Wade’s flirty nature and sexual innuendos and see him as almost an equal on the playing field. They usually fought in secluded areas like junkyards, near train tracks and what-not but if Logan was feeling extra ravenous, they would fight in the living room. NEVER with Laura present though. It turns out a perk of knowing Wade was his elderly roommate that he (often) talked about sharing a bed with, would happily babysit Laura anytime he asked. Which allowed Logan to stab Wade in the head on numerous occasions without scarring his child for life.
Months pass and they go on like this, Logan would even maybe call Wade a friend…very loosely. Laura had started to call Blind Al ‘Aunt Althea’ which he’ll admit is pretty adorable. He’s lying in bed when he’s surprised by a knock at the door. Laura is snuggled into the pit of his chest, sound asleep. He moves his head slowly to check the time on the alarm clock, 4:30 a.m. Who the fuck is knocking at 4:30 a.m.? He gets up so incredibly slow and prays to whatever God there might be that Laura doesn’t wake up, they must've heard him because she doesn’t. He walks to the door, claws at the ready to pounce whoever it might be. The knocking starts again. He opens the door and lunges without even looking. His claws are in Wade’s stomach.
“Okay, nightmare on wolf street, would you please un-penetrate me with your claws! Woah, the first time I ever thought I’d say those words.” He yanks Logan’s claws out of him. There’s that dumb smile on his messed-up face again.
Wade turns to the side “Okay, author, now you’re just doing this to piss me off.” Logan furrows his eyebrows angrily.
“Who the actual FUCK are you talking to and why are you here at 4 in the fucking morning!” He whispered to not wake Laura.
“The audience, clearly.” He rolled his eyes “And baby-claws, I’m here because Althea took one too many lines and got upset at me and TRUST ME- you do NOT want to sleep in the same bed as an angry, coked up, blind…African American woman.”
Logan rolls his eyes “What the fuck has that got to do with me?” He yawns because he’s actually fucking tired, and Wade is disturbing his slumber.
“Can I sleep on your couch, pretty please! Just for tonight, I’ll be a good boy.” He’s on his knees now pleading in front of Logan, God this is so fucking pathetic. “I’ll even suck your dick for it if I have to…part of me is hoping it comes to that.” He speaks.
Logan grabs his arm and brings him to his feet “NO! You can’t- you know what, fine, but I’m only doing this so you can shut the fuck up. JUST TONIGHT! And don’t tell Laura about any of that cocaine stuff even if she doesn’t know what it is, she loves Al.”
“What makes you think I would go up to the five-year-old and start giving her a history of Blind Al’s cocaine addiction.” Logan just glared at him silently, so he gets the point “Fair enough, thank you, Wolvie! My savior.”
“Don’t call me that.” Logan says, already going back to bed, "Remember to lock the door and be quiet.”
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A night turns into a fucking week. Logan only allows it because Laura absolutely loves the merc, for whatever reason. Plus, he makes pretty good breakfast so it’s one less thing for him to do around the house. Logan would prefer, of course, Wade didn’t wear the maid outfit (Only when Laura’s at school, he asked me to tell you that he isn't a sick freak).
“So, when might you be heading home? I’m sure Al Misses you.” He says the last part sarcastically.
“Don’t flatter me, Wolvie.” Logan rolls his eyes at that which makes Wade smile. “And I could go home technically since Al keeps calling me, however,” Logan's thumb and forefinger are pinching the bridge of his nose now “I have a proposition.”
“You have one minute and fifty-seven seconds before I start stabbing you.” Logan states bluntly.
“I like a challenge.” He smirks “So! Me and Al sleep in a one-bedroom apartment which fucking sucks, and you sleep in a slightly-less-sucky one bedroom apartment however, Laura is growing, and Blind Al isn’t getting any younger so what if we combined forces, and by that, I mean paychecks and rent a three-bedroom apartment! That way, Laura could get her own room, it would be bigger, less shitty and me and Al could make probable sweet cocaine love in our own room.” Logan stares at him “The last part was a joke…I think, although she does get pretty touchy at night.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Logan snarls, Wade nods. “So, we share an apartment? Like I live in the same space as you, fuck that, I can barely tolerate you as it is.”
“But think about Laura! She loves Blind Al, she loves me, and she deserves the best, right- you know it and I know it. And it’ll be a lot cheaper since it’d be three people splitting it!” Okay, that part was mostly a lie because Al didn’t pay shit, but Logan didn’t need to know that yet.
He closed his eyes tightly and pursed his lips, thinking. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke “No cocaine when Laura’s there, no mention of murder or your job or anything and I pay less than you and Al.”
No fucking way…did this mean “So you’re saying…yes?” Wade asked, smirking.
“Shut the fuck up.” Logan repeated.
“Yes, baby! This will be beautiful; we’ll be like one of those stock image diverse families. It'll be great.”
“We are not a family.” Logan sneered.
“Whatever you say, Wolvie!”