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Wade never thought he was the world-saving type, yet here he is, with a guy he can only describe as the most delicious eye candy at his side. And now he gets to take him home and be roommates just as that one vine foretold

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“I've got the dog; go talk to your girl.” Logan takes Mary out of Wade's hands before he can protest. He smiles a thanks at Logan before turning to Vanessa. “Congrats on saving the world,” she smiles, sipping her drink. Wade practically melts into her words. “It was all for you,” Wade sighs softly. Vanessa sets down her drink, turning to face Wade fully. “And I appreciate It, I do, but being a world-saving hero won't change my decision; it's for the best we both move on.” She rests a hand on his shoulder. “Now, I'm gonna get fucking drunk,” she grins, standing to fill her cup.

Wade notices Logan staring at him. “That was painful to watch,” Logan snorted. Wade rolls his eyes playfully. “Well, peanut, it seems Mary here needs a new mama if you want to apply,” Wade coos mostly at the dog, scratching her head. “Hell no, your dog looks like a spoiled avocado, and a dried nutsack had a gross child,” Logan grunts, handing over the dog. Laura giggles from her spot beside Logan.

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“Bye Yukio!! Text me when you get home safe,” Wade waves out the door. Yukio waves back as negasonic tugs her into the car. Wade closes the door with a sigh, and the apartment is quiet once more. “You gonna stand there all day or help with these dishes?” Logan grunts from the kitchen. Rest in peace, sweet silence. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, honey badger; I'm on it,” Wade grins, setting Mary down.

The two work together wordlessly. The sound of dishes clinking and Al’s shuffling around fills the silence. “‘Y all right?” Logan asks after a while, breaking the silence. “Never better,” Wade smiles, spacing off again. Logan watches him nervously, unsure of what to say. Thankfully, Al turns on the TV, causing Wade to argue about which show to put on. Logan relaxes a little at this and finishes the dishes.

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“I'm never letting anyone throw a party here ever again,” Wade huffs, flopping onto the couch. It took a few hours and lots of bickering, but the apartment was finally clean. “And I'm never letting you touch the TV remote again,” Al quips back. Turning up the volume. The three of them watch TV in comfortable silence until Al decides it's time for her bed rest, Mary trotting behind her happily. Wordlessly, Wade helps Logan make the pull-out bed. “Night peanut,” Wade smiles, smiling after all. “You share a bed with Althea?” Logan snorts. Wade shakes his head, eyes softening. “Nah, I sleep on the pull-out out, but you're here, so I thought I'd give you some space,” Wade explains. “Unless you wanna cozy up with me at night, then I'd gladly share with you, honey badger,” Wade smirks. Logan shoots him a death glare. “Goodnight, Wade,” Logan huffs, turning over. Wade shrugs and heads to sleep.

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Logan watches as Deadpool waves from the other side of the glass. “WADE!” he yells, banging on the door. He watches, unable to move, as Deadpool reaches the other side of the time ripper, effectively atomizing himself. He covers his ears as the horrid scream of pain echoes from the chamber. “WADE!” he cries out again, reaching for the door in slow motion. Everything goes black, and then Logan finds himself in the mansion. All his friend's bodies are scattered everywhere. “No… no, no, no, no…” Logan's pants were frozen in place. Their bodies sit up and look at him, and in a horrifying chorus of death, they speak in unison. “Why didn't you save us, Logan? Why did you leave us?” they chant. One voice sticks out. “Why didn't you help me, Logan…” it's Wade.

“I'm sorry... Wade, I'm so sorry…” he sobs. Tears streaming down his face. “Peanut…?” Wade's voice is softer now. “Wade…?” Logan sniffles. The voice calls out again, “Logan..? It's okay, it's just a dream,” the voice soothes. Logan looks around for the source. “It's okay- fucking shit…- it's okay, it's just me”. Logan sits up, shaking himself out of his sleep.

Once his eyes adjust to the dark, he sees Wade sitting at his side, hand resting on his arm. The smell of blood hits his nose. He looks down to see he stabbed Wade in his sleep. “Shit… fuck.. I didn't-... I'm so-” Wade cuts him off by pulling him into a hug. “It's alright, peanut, we all get nightmares,” he soothes. “Just maybe pull your claws out before hugging me back,” Wade flinches slightly.

Logan retracts his claws and leans into Wade's hug. They sit like that for what feels like hours. “Thank you…” Logan croaks. Wade merely nods, releasing him from his grip. “You gonna be okay, or do you need me to read you to sleep?” Wade jests lightly, earning a scowl from Logan. Wade moves to leave, but Logan tugs him back. “Just.. stay for the night?” Logan mumbles shyly.

“Sure wolvie… sure..”

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Logan wakes early in the morning, his bed feeling surprisingly empty. Logan felt awkward, remembering how Wade had comforted him last night and how, in a state of emotional vulnerability, had asked him to stay. Now he awakes to Wade gone, assuming he just went back to bed he decides to make some coffee.

 Shortly after the machine starts al emerges from her bedroom “Wade why the hell are you making coffee so damn early” she huffs, making her way towards the living room. “Morning Althea” Logan calls softly from the kitchen, taking Al by surprise. “Oh, it's you. Why are you making coffee so damn early? " she complains, flopping into the recliner. “It's almost noon,” Logan informs her, pouring himself a cup. “Still too early..” Al mumbles .

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“I'll be back,” Wade calls out softly to a sleeping Logan. Weasel called him about a job and he really needed the money, and to blow off some steam. Logan had asked him to say after his nightmare and he did, later slipping off into the night. Dopinder was right on time at the door like usual. “Getting an early start today?” Dopinder asks, unlocking the door. “You know what they say about the early bird,” Wade responds, jumping in the front seat. 

The job was farther out than wade thought and he was getting antsy sitting and doing nothing. “We're here Mr. pool” Dopinder informs him, slowing to a stop. He's parked outside a tall building, most of the blinds are drawn. “An apartment?” wade puzzles, practically flying out of the car to stretch his legs. “This is the place weasel gave me,” Dopinder confirms, waving to him. “Guess the rich asshole I'm killing must be laying low” he mumbles. 

Finding and killing the target was easy enough, Wade wasn't sure why there was such a large cash price on his head. He shrugged it off heading for the stairwell to leave before getting caught. His plan was ruined though when He felt something large and metal hit his head. Everything went black.

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When wade awoke he found himself in a small dark cell. His hands were cuffed behind him. All his weapons were gone, even his precious baby knife. “I'm all for handcuffs but consent is also sexy you know” Wade calls out to an empty hall in front of him. He gets no response, just silence. He takes in the cell. He's sitting on the only chair in the room, facing forwards towards the cell bars. The sunrise barely peeks through the only window behind him, all the other walls are solid so he can tell if there are other people being held. 

His captors had the decency to let him keep the suit but his mask was missing, thrown to the side on the floor of his cell. I need to get my mask back, he thinks to himself. Just then he hears footsteps approaching. “Well well well, if it isn't the Deadpool variant I was looking for” the figure chuckles, stepping closer 

“Oh you're so shitting me” Wade grits his teeth

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Logan stares at the door impatiently. Wade has been mysteriously gone for hours. Althea thought he was sleeping out on the couch but Logan had confirmed he was in fact not there and he had thought Wade went back to the bedroom. Al didn't think much of it, as he had been missing for weeks at a time before. Logan however, was feeling a mix of anger and worry. Wade was supposed to help him find a job and run errands today, but had not shown up yet. 

Logan paces around the front door. He can smell wades scent at the door, debating whether he should go after him or not. Right when he was about to open the door, Al’s phone rings. He hears it blast from the coffee table “could you quit wearing a hole by the front door and get that for me please?” al asks, partially sitting up. He strides over quickly and answers it for her, handing her the phone. 

Al gives him a quick thank you smile “this is Althea, how can i help you?” she answers. A brief pause before she turns to Logan “its for you hun” she mumbles. Logan takes the phone quickly “Hello?” he answers gruffly “Hello Logan” a familiar voice rings from the phone. Logan's stomach drops. “Your friend here is in a bit of a pickle, you have 24 hours to save him before the collar suppressing his regeneration abilities tightens a little too much” the voice informs him in a sickeningly sweet tone. “What did you do to him?” Logan growls into the phone. A bit of shuffling is heard for a moment “don't listen to him peanut I'm-” Wade is cut off by a coughing fit. “I'm okay i can get out myself” wade croaks. The voice laughs at his proclamation. “See you soon Logan, or not” the voice hangs up the phone before Logan can respond. 

He stares at the phone for a few moments, handing it back to Al before he breaks it. “What was that about?” AL grumbles, taking her phone back. “Wades gotten himself into deep shit” Logan sighs, rubbing his forehead

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Logan wasn't sure  where to start. He could try to follow Wade's scent but has been out for hours. He paces angrily in front of the door, trying to figure out what to do.

Just then, his saving grace appears right in front of him. An orange rectangle appears in front of him; one hand reaches through and pulls him into the doorway. “Hello, Mr. Howlett.” beams a tall young lady.

Her hair is pulled back tightly, and her clothes are strictly professional, with the TVA logo pinned neatly to her shirt. “Where the fuck is Wade” he growls.

The lady keeps smiling, un-waivered. “We've managed to trace Mr. Wilson's location to a warehouse, say, oh, four-ish hours from your apartment. She informs him. Something on the screen behind her begins to flash, and her smile falters.

The screen is flashing red, a steady line now changing to a stuttering jump, up and down. Its sight makes Logan feel sick. The lady turns back to Logan as other employees scramble around. “You see, Mr. Howlett, during the time ripper incident, you and Mr. Wilson were bonded on a molecular level, of course, causing you two to become the new anchor beings,” she recaps to him. Logan looks around impatiently, not paying much attention.

The lady keeps smiling “because of this if one of you die, so does the other” he tone flattens. Logan stiffens. They both cant die, so it normally wouldn't be an issue but now wade is in danger. “So how do i get to him?” Logan spits angrily, his impatience growing. “We can take you there through a door” she stops, smiling “but wheres the fun in that?”

she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small device “I'll set you oh, lets say fifteen miles away from him. Good luck” shes grinning manically now, her pupils dilated from the rush. Logan charges at her, claws out. But the lady is quicker, stepping aside and pushing a button 

An orange door appears in front of him again and he falls through. He lands face down in a forest. It's dense and tall. Trees and brush surround him, making it hard to maneuver around. “FUCK’ he yells “FUCK FUCK FUCK” he drops to the ground.

He wasn't really sure why it mattered to him so much. But during their adventure he seemed to grow fonder of wade. His ramblings that used to drive Logan nuts were now a nice background noise, even comforting sometimes.

His insane antics now seemed to be more of a method to his madness rather than just insanity, once Logan really paid attention. He had hardly even stayed one full night with wade before getting comfortable with being around him. His time in the void changed his perspective on wade and it scared him. 

Something rumbles by, not far from where Logan was dropped. He looks up, startled by the noise that disturbed his thoughts. A gravel road sits in the middle of the thick foliage, if there were no cars you'd hardly be able to see it. A lonesome jeep rumbles by, camping supplies strapped to the top. 

Logan sneaks over to the road, not wanting to be seen by the family.  He sniffs the air, testing. Lingering behind the smell of the jeep and the animals who had shit here not long ago there's the slightest smell of sickness. Logan catches it almost immediately.

It smells like wade, but something was off. He normally had a light smell of sickness, covered by old spice body wash whatever million skincare products he used. But this time the smell of sickness was overpowering. He tested the air once more, finding where it was strongest and running 

He wasn't sure how long he had run for but his limbs were burning, the wind whipping against his face harshly. He didn't stop until he spotted a hatch in the ground. He could hear the shuffle of feet, and the smell was worse here. Carefully, he opened the hatch. It was pitch black.

The light from outside barely illuminated the steps down to the rooms below.  He cautiously stepped inside, leaving the hatch open for some light while he waited for his eyes to adjust. “Have fun” a voice behind him spoke, he hadn't noticed the scent of the man.

His footsteps are eerily quiet. Logan whipped around to face him but it was too late, the figure had already closed the hatch on him. “Well shit” Logan grumbled, looking around. Thanks to his mutation it didn't take long for him to adjust to the dark. 

Down the steps he could make out several armed guards. He growled at the sight of them. They were all wearing black combat gear and large ridiculous looking goggles. He charged at them furiously, teeth bared. “NOW!” one of the guards shouted. Logan notices one pull out a small device.

Before Logan can reach the man, the button is pressed. The lights turn on, the bright LED blinding him for a moment. He stops and stumbles back, disoriented by the brightness. Another click of the button and the whole room became the worst rave. 

Logan cries out in pain as the flashing lights attack his vision. He's rendered helpless as another click is heard and speakers begin with loud radio static. Logan crumples to the ground as guards surround him.

He tries swiping out but moving his hands away from his ears makes everything worse. He lies there, a choked out sob escapes from his lips as the guards tie him up, one of them had poked him with a syringe but he hardly noticed. “WADE” he cried out helplessly. “Wade…” he tires again, words slurring.

Everything goes black for the big bad wolverine.

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Wade laid groaning on the concrete floor, he had been untied a while ago but was too sick to do anything. A few minutes ago he heard a large group of people, possibly guards, rush by. He chuckled to himself, feeling sorry for the poor bastards. 

Commotion was heard down the hall from his cell. He attempted to prop himself up, he had his mask halfway on. All his energy had been sucked out of his body by the time he was untied and dropped out of his chair. The commotion in the hallway brought him out of his haze. heh.. those poor bastards Wade thought, smiling. 

Suddenly, the dim lighting in the building changed to a full on rave. “Fuck..” wade croaked out, shutting his eyes. He had accepted his fate at this point, he knew Logan wouldn't be able to move with the lights and the terrible horrible static that played. His vision became fuzzy and he could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. He swore he heard Logan shout his name before he passed out. Just maybe. 

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Logan found himself slumped over the same hallway, the flashing lights and static now gone. He groaned, rubbing his head. A voice crackled to life on a speaker above him “Hello Mr. Howlett.” it sneered “it seems you got here earlier than expected so i had to stall” the voice laughed. 

Logan was standing now, the stairs farther behind him ”because of this I needed to speed up the dying process of your friend just a little bit, good luck!” the voice said cheerfully, shutting off. Logan sat there for a moment, dumbfounded. What did he do, what could he do.

The speaker crackled to life again, this time a familiar voice spoke “logan ... i'm okay.."Wade croaked. He sounded like death. “Wade!” Logan shouted his name as if he could hear him.Another voice spoke “Tik tok Mr Howlett, time to prove your worth as an anchor being” the speaker clicked off. Logan roared with anger. 

He never thought of himself as the possessive type but something about wade drew him in. His constant jabbering kept the bad thoughts at bay, even if he wanted to punch him. Their short (or long, not sure how the time void works) time together pulled them closer than Logan had thought and it made his stomach churn. He pushed the thoughts aside and focused on finding wade. 

The building was a massive maze, dead ends with armed guards, looping patterns leading to the same bodies Logan had already shredded. He yelled out in frustration and a slight panic started to overtake him. Then he heard it.

Wade's voice called out to him like a siren at sea. “Wade! Wade i'm here where are you?” he whipped his head around, running past corners, flying through halls. He stopped dead in his tracks in front of a speaker. 

It looped Wade's voice from the first time he heard him. Logan was seeing red, he slashed the speaker in half, running the opposite way. The maze felt never ending, the winding halls that lead to more speakers but slowly less and less guards. 

Eventually he found himself back at the stairs. There was a hall opposite to the way he came. Fuck how didn't i see that Logan scolded himself, bolting down the hall. 
Wade's scent was thick as he rounded the corner to find rows of cells lining the walls. A group of at least 10 men stood in front of one. Bingo.

Logan's presence was hardly noticed before the guards dropped. In the center of the cage sat- no slumped- wade. He had a leaking bullet wound to the shoulder, visible bruises littered what he could see of his face. 

He tore the door open with enough force to send it flying. Wade looked up at him, blood crusted onto his face from his mouth. Logan rushed to him, cradling the merc at his side. “Hey, hey wade its me its alright” Logan soothed, more to himself than wade. He was met with the blank eyes of his deadpool suit as Wade slowly looked up at him. “It's alright I got you” he mumbled, grasping at the inhibitor collar on Wade's neck. 

Footsteps sound behind them. “Don't try and mess with that Logan, it might explode” a voice rang out behind him. Logan's head whipped around to stare him down “Paradox” he spat. The man smiled “You seemed to have proven yourself for now” he went on, straight to the point. “My lovely daughter at the TVA gave you a generous head start. But that's in the past” Paradox rambled on. 

As he stepped closer Logan held his friend tighter to his chest, growling. Paradox merely chuckled “relax, i'm taking the collar off, those are expensive you know” he flashed an unconvincing smile. Logan let him close enough to type in a few numbers

The collar slid off with ease into Logan's hands, who promptly crushed it in his grip. Paradox grimaced at the destroyed tech. Wade let out a shaky breath of relief in Logan's arms, who held him tighter.

He quickly hooked an arm under his knees and picked him up bridal style. It was awkward without Wade being able to hold himself up at least a little. He stalked towards paradox “give me one good reason why i shouldn't kill you right now” he growled in the man's face.

Paradox stepped closer, challenging him. “Because my lovely connections could have you and your pet erased from existence in a matter of seconds” he hissed, jabbing a finger into Logan's chest. Having had enough Logan, set wade down gently before turning on Paradox.

He threw several punches to his face and a kick to the gut for good measure. The once confident man now lay crumpled on the floor, hissing in pain. 
Satisfied, Logan came back to wade, taking him carefully in his arms and running as fast as he could out the building. 

The cool air soothed Logan's nerves, it had gone dark by the time he and Wade had emerged. He could see a soft glow coming from the east. They had been underground for longer than he thought. Unsure of where to go he followed the gravel road he had first been on in a random direction. 

He was determined to get wade home safely 

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Wade slept through most of the walk back to town. His body was fighting tooth and nail to heal all the cancer and the several wounds inflicted by paradox.

When he awoke he found himself in Logan's arms, a determined look on his face. They were on a gravel road in the woods. Logan's pace was quick but not a full jog. With what little energy he had he spoke “hey” he mustered, voice barely above a whisper.

Logan's pace slowed “how are ya?” Logan asked, voice dripping with concern. The sound of it made the merc sick with guilt. “Mhgoo” he managed, shifting around.

Logan's arms held him in place. “We're almost to town,” the older man assured, picking up the pace. Wade hummed in acknowledgement, resting his head against Logan's chest. He let out a long sigh, nodding off again. 

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The sight and smell of the town drew closer as Logan walked, it was early in the morning when they arrived. No one was out besides the occasional worker clocking in for the early morning shift. He spotted a phone booth to the side of a gas station and walked over.

He set Wade down gently next to him and shook him awake. “Hey, m’gonna need Dopinders number so we can get home” he informs the sleepy man softly. Wade rattles it off to the best of his abilities and promptly falls asleep when hes done.  

Dopinders voice came on over the phone, shaking with worry when Logan told him the situation. He gave the scared man the name of a few streets, unsure of where they actually were. Then he hung up wade was still sleeping. Healing factors were a bitch and a half when working overtime so Logan slipped inside the gas station and bought some good ole gas station grease. 

He shook wade awake once more and handed him a pizza pocket. Wade stared at it for a minute, registering what it was. A shaking arm brought it slowly to his mouth to eat. Logan sat beside him, healing his own food. He watched the younger man out the corner of his eye, making sure he didn't choke. 

Wade lifted his shaking hands for another bite but it caused him to drop his food. “Fuckkk..” he sighed, letting his arm drop. 

Logan reached out and plucked it off his leg. “Here, eat” he commanded, lifting the pizza pocket to the tired mans mouth.  He stared at it. i must have died back in that cage he thought, slowly leaning forwards for a bite.

They sat like that for a long while, Logan slowly feeding him bits of food until he was done. “Any better?” Logan asked softly. Wade nodded, pulling his mask down.  He was stopped by a gentle hand on his wrist. Logan pressed a water bottle to the mercs mouth (heh see what i did there) hes not sure if its the cancer but his heart swells.

He tips his head back and allows Logan to pour water into his mouth. When Logan is satisfied with how much he drank he sipped from it himself, pulling wades mask down for him. “Dopinder will be here in twenty-ish minutes” Logan informs him. Feeling better with his mask down he nods.

Logan coaxes him into leaning on his shoulder and he was out within minutes. 

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Logan sat patiently with wade on the ground. He felt more relaxed now that they were both safe. More people drove by as the small town began to wake, a few people passed by on foot, shooting them glances but not daring to speak. 

Dopinder eventually found them sitting tucked to the side. He was in his own car this time, yellow taxi left back at the lot. Dopinder helped him lay wade down in the backseat and buckling him in. He nervously chattered about road safety, strapping the other one around the sleeping man. 

“Is DP gonna be okay?” Dopinder asked nervously, turning to Logan who now sat in the passenger seat. He nods “Wade is strong, he will be fine” he reassured him. Dopinder nods slowly. 

The ride back is quiet without Wades chatter, besides the light sound of the radio. Wade stress again as they near the apartment “Logan…?” wade calls out from behind him, worry laced in his voice. “Right here bub” he soothes, turning to face him.

Hes sitting up now, looking around. “MR. Pool! I'm glad you're okay!” Dopinder chirps excitedly from behind the wheel. Wade stiffens for a moment, not realizing they had company. He slips on his performance mask “heya bud, I'm feeling right as rain” he lies, doing his best not to throw up in his car.

He knows the cancer pains were going to be a bitch tomorrow. “That's great to hear, we've made it” Dopinder smiles, pulling up to the apartment complex. Logan thanks him and helps wade out. 

He had to carry the aching man up the stairs after he nearly fell after the first few steps. “We're home Althea” Logan calls out. Her head peeks over the couch “bout damn time, someones gotta help keep this place clean while I'm out” she huffs, shuffling over to them. 

When shes close enough, wade dislodges himself from Logan's side and leans on the old lady for comfort “hey Al” he mumbles against her shoulder. Her face softens at the sound of his voice. Logan excuses himself to go shower

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Wade lay on the pull out when Logan was finished. He had changed into soft pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt, but the mask stayed on. Logan walked over and sat next to him “everything alright?” he asked.

The merc shook his head, burning himself further under Logan's sheets. Logan sighed “you gonna shower at least?” he asked hopefully. “Not unless you're gonna bathe me” Wade shot back sleepily with a grin. 

He thought about it but decided not to push boundaries, even if he was offered. Instead he laid down on the pullout. 

Sleep didn't come easy for Logan but after today's events it was borderline impossible. Wade had passed out again, his healing working overtime to compensate. He was exhausted but he didn't want to risk sleeping and the man being gone again in the morning. 

He felt himself slowly nodding of, the quiet of the apartment as the sound of wades breathing relaxed him. Just as he was about to finally drift off the weight next to him moved and he was wide awake again.

He didn't get up but instead rolled over on top of Logan. He froze at the contact, not wanting to wake the man on top of him. 

The light pressure of the warmth soothed him back into a sleepy state. Without thinking he wrapped an arm around Wades back and prompt fell asleep

For the first time in years the nightmares left him alone

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Wade awoke to the soft glow of the early morning sun on his face. 

He didn't mean to invade Logan's space on the pull-out, but he wasn't feeling like himself that night, and the comfort of any sort of bed had done him in. He groaned lightly at the sun in his face and stretched out his limbs. He winced at the pain of moving, yet kept going, so he didn't feel so stiff

 A soft hand on his back caused him to stop. He didn't realise it, but in the night, he must have accidentally rolled onto Logan. He had the habit of sleeping like a rotisserie chicken, constantly moving in his sleep. 

The firm hand tugged him closer, and he obliged, a slow blush creeping onto his face. 

Why wasn't he being pushed away? Why didn't Logan shove him off the moment he rolled over? His thoughts spiraled. He must be taking pity on me for yesterday. He thought, bringing a hand to his mouth to chew on the stubby nail.

The man under him shifted, bringing another arm over Wade's back and pulling him tighter. He winced at the pressure, wiggling under his grasp to get away. 

It didn't take much effort to pull away as Logan was still fast asleep. Instead of staying in bed, he got up to shower, hoping the warm water would help ease the aching. 

Spoiler alert, it didn't 

He left the shower feeling worse than before, needing to stand for it didn't help in the slightest. He dropped back onto the pullout with a pained groan, pulling the covers over his head and trying to boil himself with the warmth.

Logan was still asleep when Wade returned. He tucked himself tighter under the covers. Logan stirs not long after Wade returns. “Morning, peanut,” he chirped from under his layers. “Mornin'. How you feel?”  he murmurs sleepily. Sitting up to look at Wade's hidden figure on the pull-out.

He reaches a hand out and rests it on his back comfortingly. He flinches at the contact on his aching skin. Moving away from Logan's touch. “Everything hurts,” he admits. Normally he didn't have days this bad but after a rough mission where his healing factor was working on unpaid overtime he learned everything was gonna suck the next day. “Anything I can do to help?” Logan asked softly. His voice and concern alone could make Wade cry. 

When was the last time someone looked after him like this? He hardly let Vanessa near him at these times, and he debated saying no, but who could deny the wolverine offering him care? he was practically drooling at the thought of Logan playing housewife for him. “Make me something warm? And hand me my phone,” Wade asked gingerly.

He waited for the annoyed growl or the snap of teeth, but instead, Logan simply left without a word. He listened to the sound of the man's footsteps pad softly into the kitchen. Wade situated himself on the couch so he could watch as Logan prepared soup in the kitchen.

He wasn't sure if it was the haze of pain clouding his mind or his inability to shut up that made him yap nonsense at him while he cooked. “Thought moving hurt,” Logan growled at him, handing him his phone

“I haven't moved an inch,” he grinned. “Thanks for cooking for me, housewifey,” he swooned dramatically. A slight blush crept up the older man's face. “Your mouth has been moving a mile a minute,” he grumbled, walking back into the kitchen.

Wade could hear dishes clinking as he stared at his phone, so he sat up for a better position to eat. The sight of Logan walking towards him with a bowl of soup almost (metaphorically) killed him. “You love my talking peanut,” he teased, reaching out for the bowl of soup.

Logan sat next to him, only humming in response. “Even if you didn't, you haven't made me shut up yet,” he jabbered on, reaching for the bowl again. He waited for a growl or claws or anything, but Logan just turned to face him instead. “Maybe I will,” he growled. Logan reached for his mask.

Maybe he had pushed his luck a little too much. ‘I have to be dead,’ Wade thought as Logan pulled the mask up over his mouth, resting it on his nose. Wade leaned closer, to the best of his abilities, and Logan did too… with a spoonful of soup he had forgotten about after his ignored attempts to grab the bowl.

The spoonful of liquid was pressed into his mouth with a smug look from Logan. “Eat your damn food” he chuckled softly. Wade finally got the bowl from Logan's hands, their fingers brushed slightly. 

The soup was delicious, but he didn't realise how hungry he was. He quickly ate, and the soup warmed his insides, helping him feel ever so slightly less stiff. He groaned softly at the feeling, sinking deeper into the cushions on the pull-out.

Logan, who had shifted to watch the tv, shot him a confused glance. “Sorry, honey badger, home-cooked meals from my housewife just make me sooo wet,” he joked, spooning more of the sweet liquid of the gods into his mouth. 

The smell of food and wades chattering had woken Althea as she emerged from her room, Mary padding softly behind her. “Did Logan cook?” she asked, walking to the kitchen. “Good morning to you, too, Al.  How did you know it was Logan?” Wade mumbled around his spoon. “Cause you don't cook,” she shot back. Logan took it upon himself to get Althea a bowl so she wouldn’t spill. Wade swooned at the domesticity of it all. It didn't last long as a familiar wave of nausea struck him. “Brb family dearest,” he chirped hurriedly, beelining towards the bathroom. 

He settled on the floor, head resting on the toilet seat. A second wave of nausea hit the merc (heh… ninging leven…) and this time he didn't resist. He hurled up what little soup he had eaten and a bit of his stomach. ‘Great,’ he grimaced. “Let's hope wolvie can’t smell organs,” he mumbled to himself.

Bits of his lungs were next, followed by lots of blood and foam. A knock came from the door. “Wade? Are you okay? I can smell blood,” Logan's voice sounded worriedly through the door. He tried the knob but Wade had locked it “I'm okay peanut, just morning sickness” he croaked weakly, trying to mask the wobble in his voice. “Wade, let me in,” Logan tried again.

The door rattled fiercely with the force of him moving the knob. “It's fine, just gotta finish purging my organs, then I can shower… again,” he reassured the man at the door. “Please don't come in,” he pleaded, softer this time.

Logan said something, but it was drowned out by the sound of Wade heaving into the toilet again. He weakly flushed it. The door rattled again. “I'm okay, I'm good,” he assured. The nausea had faded away, and he peeled himself away from the toilet. ”Logan… please..” he pleaded.

The shaking stopped. “Fuck.. fine. Do ya need clothes? For after your shower?” he asked. “Please.. The softest I got,” Wade asked weakly. The sound of footsteps walking away from the door made him feel better. 

He ended up showering sitting down, he couldn't stand the pain of standing in the shower for a second time that day. 

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“Hey sugar, wanna do some lines and watch Animal Planet?” Althea asked softly when he emerged from the shower. “If I say no to that ever, you need to kill me,” he grinned. The lines had helped ease the pain and make his brain feel like mush.

With his healing factor working overtime, he knew the high would last longer, which made it more enjoyable. “It's too quiet in here, what are y'all doing?” Logan asked. He had gone out to the roof to smoke.

He may not be affected by the smoke but Althea was and he wasn't an asshole. “We built a snowman,” Wade purred in his direction. Still focused on the TV ”so early in the day? Should you even be doing that in your... Condition?” he accused.

Wade shrugged. Logan hadn't cared when Wade told him about the crack. But since the mission he had been overly caring and it made him sick, and horny, but mostly sick. “I don't see why it matters,” Wade giggled.

Logan came and sat beside him on the couch with a confused look. “You're always this weird and.. Soft.. when you're high?” he quirked an eyebrow in his direction. Wade giggled again, “yeahh, it helps with the pain too,” he sighed softly. With the pain dulled, he felt more at ease. 

He yapped softly at Logan about nothing, his words slurring slightly. He listened to the younger man politely, more focused on the show than Wade. The merc noticed this after a painfully long time. “Are you listening to me, wolvie?” he slurred. 

He reached out and placed a hand in Logan's hair, ruffling it. “Earth to peanut,” he cooed, running his hands through his cowlicks. A slow rumble built in Logan's chest. He froze. “Get yer hands off me,” he grumbled, swatting his hands away. 

Wade frowned and tried again. Logan caught his wrist “dont fucking touch me bub” he bit out. Wade pulled his arm back. “Yeowch, kitty, no need for that,” he pouted, turning his attention to the TV. They sat like that until Althea fell asleep in the recliner. 

By the time the documentary was done, Wade's healing factor had caught up to him, and the coke had worn off. Tomorrow would be better on the pain scale, but today? Today was gonna suck. “You okay?” Logan asked worriedly. 

Wade shifted, more “my everything feels wrong,” he admitted. He needed to get out of the apartment. Quickly scanning the room, he found a few escapes. The only issue is that Logan could easily hold him back.

He needed a head start. “Wolvie, would you be a dear and get me a pillow from my room?” he batted his non-existent eyebrows. Logan grumbled but obliged.. The second Logan's back was to him, and he was far enough away that he was gone.

He quietly slipped out the window, shutting it behind him. A ladder was on the side of the building, and he jumped up a few rungs so he wouldn't see anyone looking out. His skin burned at the movement, but he didn't care. He shot up the ladder with practiced speed. “Finally, I can stretch,” he sighed contentedly when he reached the roof.

He took off the mask when he was sure no one else was up there. He flopped onto the floor and began stretching. The burn felt good, and he felt more at peace than cooped up inside. As he stood up, he could hear a door open. Logan was standing outside the apartment, yelling something Wade couldn't hear over the rush of wind and traffic.

He stepped back from the ledge to the empty roof. “Nothing good old gymnastics can't fix,” he muttered. he wasn't one of the best mercenaries for no reason.

His flexibility helped him out greatly during missions and the occasional game of Twister or limbo at the X-Mansion. His skilled kicks and flips were practiced to perfection. He could weasel out of any situation with a well-placed back bend or front handspring.

He ran across the roof doing kicks and flips into rolls. He felt alive; the buzz of using up his energy excited him. It felt good to be moving, no matter how tight his skin felt. He had removed his shirt, which was restricting his arms too much. Not that he minded a good challenge, but his skin already felt like it would tear, and he didn't want his nice shirts to rip. His sweats stayed because he wasn't an animal.

The sound of the ladder shaking stopped him in his tracks. Someone, probably Logan, was climbing up the ladder. ‘Shitshitshitshitshit’  he thought to himself, scrambling to his discarded mask and shirt. 

His mask was halfway on when Logan reached the roof. He pulled it down the rest of the way. ‘Shittttt’ he thought, picking his shirt off the roof. Logan was frozen, staring at Wade's shirtless form on the roof. “Heyyy kitty cat, you found me!!” he stammered nervously. Logan blinked back, hardly processing his words. “Sorry for sneaking out. I was itching to get out of the house, and I know you would have gotten your panties in a bunch… probably,” he continued on, slipping the shirt back over his head.

The long sleeves hung just past his wrists. He tugged on them nervously under Logan's gaze. “Uhm… I'm just gonna go back now… probably make us some lunch..” he mumbled, walking over to and past Logan to climb the ladder. Logan stared dumbly at him as he descended and slipped back into the apartment through the window. “Wade?” Althea called out at the sudden noise, “It 's-a-me,” he responded cheerfully.

She sighed, “Logan was worried, you could have just left normally,” she scolded. Wade opened the fridge, rummaging around to find something to eat. “That was me leaving, normally sweetums,” he chirped back at her.

She sighed again, relaxing back down into the recliner. “You're gonna be the death of me one day,” she mumbled. Wade ignored her. He dug through the fridge and found the ingredients for a quesadilla, a delicacy.

The door opened as Wade threw the first tortilla on the pan. ”Wade,” Logan called. He hopped onto the counter next to the stove.” Heya, honey badger, out on a smoke break?” he asked innocently. Logan walked over to him, glaring. “What the hell was that stunt on the roof?” Logan demanded.

Althea quirked her head up “mother fucker were you doing gymnastics on the roof again?” she asked angrily. Logan looked between them, stunned at the implication of again. “And what if I was? There is hardly any room in here for me to bend out of my skin,” he shot back, legs swinging.

They bickered some more about the roof and the complaints about the noise. Logan flipped the tortilla on the stove before it could burn. He stepped in between Wade's legs, their faces inches apart “just tell me next time, jackass” Logan growled.

Wade stood his ground. “I don't have to tell you anything,” he replied. He hopped off the counter, pushing Logan away with one hand. He turned back to his task. Logan huffed, turning away to find something in the fridge. 

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Logan was trying to cut back on the drinking; he was. But after today, what he saw on the roof. He needed one, bad. He had returned to the living room with a pillow, begrudgingly, only to find Wade was gone.

He asked Althea if she knew where he went, and she said she didn't hear him leave, so he must have snuck out. Anger simmered in his chest as he stormed out of the apartment to look for him. He didn't get far when he heard something coming from the apartment.

He noticed a tall figure standing on the roof. He didn't see the mask, so he was unsure if it was even Wade until he did a few flips, and he knew. Relief washed over him, but was quickly replaced by anger. The fucker snuck out to do some flips on the roof? Can he do that shit inside?

He grumbled and stomped to the top of the ladder, and that's when he saw him. Wade was shirtless, mask halfway on, he stared dumbfounded at the sight in front of him. Wade was saying something, but he wasn't paying attention. 

The dips and ridges of his chest are on full display. He had only been wearing long sleeves and his mask around, refusing to show skin besides his hands, and even then, those were tucked into sleeves or had gloves over them.

Eventually, the view was gone, replaced by a plain long-sleeved shirt. Wade said something as he passed, but the older man wasn't listening.

When had he gotten so soft? A few weeks ago, he would have let the merc get killed for all he cared. But now? Seeing him shirtless with the mask partially rolled up? He was practically drooling over the thought of getting to touch him. 

He had to stop thinking about this. As far as he knew, Wade still liked Vanessa; no matter how much the other man flirted with him, he was like that with everyone. Hell, he calls his friend Peter Sugar Bear. He stormed off the roof, needing to walk before returning to the apartment. 
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They sat quietly at the table, munching softly on quesadillas. Wade wasn't a bad cook; he never had anything to cook with. The man wasn't broke by any means either, Logan knows that much. Mercenaries get paid good money, and yet they still live in this crack home. “So..” Logan starts.

Wade looks up at him, phone in hand. “Uhm.. how much do you get paid.. For yer gigs that is” he mutters. Small talk was never really his strong suit, but the silence was unnerving. Even on his phone, he still managed to be a chatterbox. “Do you want to come with me, kitty cat?” he asks excitedly.

Logan chews his quesadilla . “Maybe, if it pays well, I gotta cover my half of the rent,” he points out. Wade nods enthusiastically. “Oh, for sure! Well, the pay depends on the gig, but if I'm doing jobs fairly regularly, I make up to 500,000 a year, maybe more,”  he states casually.

Logan nearly chokes on his food. He's making up to half a million and lives here? He tries to act casual, humming in acknowledgement. “When's yer next gig?” he prys some more. Wades face seems to light up at the thought of logan joining him on a mission “well, my darling honey badger, my next gig is very soon, i get to go undercover at a very fancy mansion to sniff out some mutant traffickers, very similar to the guys who did all this“ he gestures to his face  “but with more money” he kicks his feet excitedly under the table. “Can I go with?” Logan asks.

He would still follow him if Wade said no; he's not risking a repeat of the last mission. Wade's face lights up more for a fraction of a second, then falls again. “I'd love the help, Wolvie, but people there might recognize you, and I'll have to go in maskless, and that's not the best sight for those pretty eyes.” he pokes the end of Logan's nose, which earns him a scowl.

“I don't see the issue with that, I can go under cover just fine,” he argues back. Wade rolls his mask down all the way. “I'm sure you could, but this is gonna be a lot of money and I need everything to go according to plan,” he quips.

Logan stares at him blankly. Deadpool has a plan? Before Logan can argue further, Wade leaves, dropping his dish in the sink and walking to Althea's bedroom. What the fuck was his deal? Logan had not been recognized in public yet, and a mission like that isn't exactly a solo thing. 

He used to argue with the X-Men about solo missions. He could take them himself, but the others? They weren't like him; they couldn't take rounds of ammo to the chest and walk out of there like it was an average Tuesday. Scott would argue back, saying just because he can doesn't mean he should. They were all a team and needed to stick together. 

Wade was more than capable of doing solo missions, even ones this big. Like Logan, he could take hit after hit and still get up swinging. Wade could match him blow for blow in a fight, giving it everything he got. He was swift, talented, and agile.

But the thought of him doing a solo mission made Logan's gut churn. Mutant traffickers meant those power-dampening collars and powerful weapons. He couldn’t risk losing the one person who still believed in him.

Wade had listened to his story and took him in anyway. Gave him a place to live, covered his rent, made him food, and believed in him. He couldn't lose that, not again. Instead of sitting back and taking orders like he used to, he would do what he felt. “Wade,” he says lightly, knocking on the door.

The only sound he gets in response is rustling paper. “Wade, can I come in?” he tries again. The door slowly opens. “Can I help you, wolvie?” Wade says from the crack in the door. “Why.. Why can't I help you? I've gone undercover before,” he mutters. Asking to join him felt harder than tearing his ribs out with his bare hands covered in tinfoil.

Wade smiles a little. “If you wanna join that bad, I suppose I can put in a good word with the X-geeks,” he beams. Logan's blood runs cold. The X-Men hired Wade?? He thought it was from that dingy merc bar that made him uncomfortable, not the people that he saw die in his arms. Wade had already closed the door, staring at the frame momentarily.

The X-Men… he could do this. Wade said it was a solo mission; it would just be them. The door opens a little again. “You gonna come in?” Wade asks shyly. They were both acting like stupid teens rather than grown adults. Logan pushes the door open and slips inside.

Wade has a large paper pinned to one of the walls in his and Althea's shared bedroom. Logan had never been in for longer than a second to grab something. It was cleaner than he expected. The floor was spotless, which was expected if Al was meant to get around.

His weapons were stacked in neat piles next to the closet where he presumably stored his suit and other clothes. It was decorated differently from the rest of the apartment. Al couldn't enjoy the look of the decor, but she liked at least her bedroom to be to her liking. It was her space after all. 

Wade walked over to the paper pinned to the wall, crayon in hand. He scribbles a few things here and there. Words and drawings covered the paper to make it look like a map. Wade motions for Logan to sit on the bed, and he does. “So what’s the plan, bub?” he grumbles out. Wade beams and steps to the side, displaying his handiwork. “This, my dear, is how we're gonna bust a mutie trafficking ring and help the X-dweebs get more students,” Wade boasts. 

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The plan was simple: go in, find out who the auctioneer was, kill them, hand them over nicely, and flee the scene. The only issue was Logan. Wade could maintain his composure looking at Logan in a suit, no problem.

It was killing him agonizingly slow to not jump his bones right then and there, but he managed an impressive amount of self-control. They really should give him an award. Logan, however, seemed to be having a bit of a staring problem.

Wade knew his skin wasn't the best thing to look at, but he kept catching Logan staring at him when people were trying to make conversation. He had to elbow him multiple times to get him to focus. It made him more self-conscious by the minute.

He liked Logan, like really liked Logan, but seeing his unreadable expression while he stared made him deflate like a balloon. He couldn't wear any kind of mask, or else it would make him seem suspicious, which is why he didn't want Logan to come. He made some mean, mean comments in the void, and he didn't really want to hear any more.

He managed to sneak away from Logan before the auction began. He needed to be alert at the start to make sure they had the right guy. Colossus had given him all the information they could get and even an okay-ish picture.

It would have to do. All was going well, the lights began dimming as Wade slipped away into a hall near the back of the stage, the announcer was running some bits before getting to the main event, just as planned. 

This is when everything goes south and not in the way he would like.

He heard him before he saw him. A few sniffs sounded around the corner, followed by not-so-quiet footsteps. Wade cringes internally as Logan rounds the corner. “Logan, what the hell are you doing?” he hisses at him.

He takes a step back at the hostility dripping from Wade's voice. “I just-I was,” he stammered. Wade dragged a hand over his face; now was not the time. “It doesn't matter, go back out there and sit your gorgeous behind into a seat, if anyone asks, I'm taking a piss” he shoves him back towards the dark seating area “i need to take out the bitch in charge before the damn auction starts” he informs him hastily.

They went over the plan at home many times, but what the hell was Logan's deal? He stared dumbly at the merc and nodded slowly. Wade raised an eyebrow when he didn't move. He left Logan where he was standing in the hall, the auction was gonna start any second now, and he needed that man to stay off stage.

He walked down a long hall of doors until he stopped at one with a lot of noise. He knocked twice on the door and paused. “Is it time for the auction?” a gruff voice asked from behind the door.

Bingo, bullseye, right on the money. 

He didn't respond. Instead, he opened the door and slipped inside with one fluid motion. The auctioneer stood before him dressed in a white suit. His hat lay on the vanity behind him, and his tie was loose around his neck.

not for long.

“Wh-who are you?” the auctioneer demanded. Well, tried to, it sounded more like a scared whimper. How could a man who works with mutants be this easily scared?? He reached for the gun hidden in his suit jacket and paused.

The x-nerds wouldn't like the man dead. “UGHHHH,” he groaned out loud, pulling out the gun. “I'm Marvel Jesus, and you’re lucky I'm doing a pacifist playthrough,” he informs the man currently shaking in front of him. The auctioneer steps back as Wade approaches.

He fumbles for something on the vanity when he bumps into it, but Wade is faster. He uses the blunt handle of the gun to strike the man in the head, and he crumples. Wade pockets the untouched gun on the vanity gun as a prize for doing so good. He double-checks the door lock before whipping out his phone and shooting off a text. He sends it to Colossus, who should hopefully be waiting outside ‘I got the guy, y'all ready?’ He is immediately met with a thumbs-up reaction.

If Logan had a phone, he would text him too, but he never got him one, and he couldn't haul the auctioneer out into a wide open area. If he had stuck to the plan, he would have been outside, but today's been all sorts of wrong. He gets to the back door and props it open with his foot.

Colossus takes the auctioneer from his arms. “Didja find the kids?” he asks hopefully. He spots Logan by the vans, talking to Negasonic, and lets out a sigh of relief. Colossus shakes his head, “Nothing yet,” he informs him.

Wade looks back into the hallway and spots what he's looking for “time for plan B!” he chirps excitedly. He oh so graciously waits for the go-ahead from Colossus and bounds down the hall. “Ugh, I've wanted to do this forever,” he giggles.

He hooks his fingers onto the latch and pulls. The fire alarm blares while lights flash. He runs out the door again. “All yours, big guy,” he beams at Colossus. He gets a nod and a thank you as Colossus walks off into the building, Yukio and Negasonic trail behind him.

 It's just him and Logan left in the parking lot, their job is done, yet they still linger for a moment. Wade breaks the silence, “soooo… ready to head home? I'm wiped and would kill to get out of this jacket,” he jokes lightly. Logan glances over him, lost in thought while his hands cover his ears.

He facepalms. Of course, Logan can't hear him; the alarm is blaring loud enough to melt his brain. He tugs Logan by the elbow out of the back parking lot and away from the noise. When he lowers his hands, Wade asks again, “Ready to bounce? I think my skin's gonna fuse to this suit with how much I'm sweating in it,” he jokes again.

Logan doesn't speak, but he manages a nod and trails behind Wade as they walk towards their car. Logan situates himself in the driver's seat like usual, and the drive home is eerily silent. Wade replays that night's events in his head.

Why didn't Logan stick to the plan? He could have blown the whole damn thing. Thinking about it made him angrier, he went over the plan four times, four!! “Something the matter?” Logan finally asks when they're inside the apartment.

Wade turns on his heels to face him “yes in fact, you could have screwed up the whole mission!!” he points a finger at him. “I get that all this,” he gestures to his face, “isn't the best thing to look at, but you were staring the entire night.” he takes a few steps towards Logan as he talks until they are inches apart. “And you could have blown my cover when you came sniffing for me,” he hisses, jabbing his finger into Logan's chest.

They're so close that Wade can practically smell him. He expects a growl or an argument back or something, but all he gets is Logan's eyes staring right into his as if he were trying to memorize the exact hex color of each bit of iris.

He takes a step back. “Whatever, it's fine,” he mumbles, turning to walk away. Logan grabs his wrist to stop him. “I'm sorry,” he mutters, looking away. It's cliche and corny, but it works. Wade sighs, “It's alright, peanut, just... Try to stick to the plan next time, I can't have you doing that again.” his tone softens.

His wrist is let go, and he retreats to his shared room to change. It was late when they arrived back home, so he decided to hit the hay. Althea is already fast asleep when he slips in quietly, which is a relief. He changes into a pair of sleep shorts and a loose crop top. 

He decides not to be an asshole that night. “Night, peanut,” he calls softly into the living room. Logan tilts his head towards the door. “G’night,” he calls back. 

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Logan couldn't sleep. A surprise to no one, really, but he really couldn't sleep tonight. He thought he could handle the mission, no problem, and he could. It was easy, no ghosts he had to interact with, no massive fights, no power dampeners, no dead kids. The issue was Wade.

He cleaned up very well, and Logan was a weak man. He tried his best not to stare, but he couldn't help glancing over at him. His suit crinkled and moved while he talked and joked; it was mesmerizing. The soft lighting cast an ethereal glow on his face that had him melting.  He didn't see much of his face because of how often he wore the mask around the house, but he couldn't hide here. He wanted him all for himself, only he could touch. 

He needed to get it together. Wade didn't like him that way; he was in love with Vanessa. He wanted to tell him so badly how much he wanted, but he didn't want to ruin the last friendship he had. He enjoys Wade's company, the constant talking, the missions together. He didn't want to lose that, not again. Instead, he stared at the ceiling and waited for sleep to take him. 

Spoiler alert, it didn't. 

 He stayed up all night replaying last night's events in his head over and over until Wade got up, which was surprisingly early in the morning. He faked being asleep just to have a few more moments of peace by himself. He walked very quietly, which is normal for a mercenary, but it's creepy not knowing where he is in the apartment. He couldn't track where Wade was until he heard a drawer open and close by his head. “Whoops, sorry, peanut,” he heard Wade whisper.

He heard the window latch flick open and the sound of the window sliding open. It didn't shut, which was odd if he was going up to the roof. A few moments later, the smell of cigarette smoke tickles his nose. The smell made him itch for a cigar, so he decided to fake waking up so he could smoke. He stretched his arms over his head as he sat up, making enough noise for Wade to be aware he was up. “Mornin', kitty cat,” Wade coos softly. He's sitting in the open window space, one leg dangling out. Logan notices that he isn't wearing his normal around-the-house clothes but rather a pair of too-tight sleep shorts and what looks to be the sluttiest tank top he’s ever seen. Wade glances over at him nervously. “I was just leaving, hopefully I didn't wake you,” he mutters.

Logan scrubs the fake sleep out of his eyes. “ ‘s fine, I'll smoke with you,” he grumbles in his best sleepy voice. He rummaged through the end table by his head until he felt the pack of cigars he kept in there. Wade slides over to offer him a bit of windowsill, but he declines and opts for the floor near Wade's feet. If he were able to touch him right now, he might do something he might regret. The moonlight streams through the window, casting soft shadows across the floor. He finds the lighter and flicks it on, lighting the end of his cigar.

They sat in comfortable silence, the light noises of the city slowly waking up, gliding into the apartment. Wade spoke first, because he always does. “So, what was up during the mission? You could have ruined the whole thing,” he accuses lightly. There was no real anger in his words this time, which put Logan at ease. He takes a long drag before replying. “ I'm sorry.. I just uh..” he mumbles, “I'm just not used to seeing you without the mask,” he confesses. Another long silence. “ ‘s not a bad thing, you.. You look nice,” he mumbled, a small flush crept up his face. He risked a glance up at Wade.

The moonlight shone on his features, sharpening them. His hazel eyes shone brightly, almost sparkling as he stared at Logan with a look of fondness he almost couldn't stomach. “You don't have to lie to me, peanut. No one could like this face, not even Ness,” he said sadly. Logan growled; he was tired of the self-deprecating bullshit Wade was always on about, and wait. Did he say even Vanessa? “Whaddya mean, not even Vanessa? Thought you two were still head over heels,” he said, puzzled. Wade cocks his head in the other man's direction. “She tried, but even she moved on from this nutcase,” he sighed, “she’s dating some douche named Dermot or whatever.” he rolled his eyes. Logan's heart leapt to his throat.

He had a chance! “I really liked her, y'know,” he took a final drag from his cigarette. “But she's moved on, and I guess I should too,” he smiled, tapping the ashes out the window and dropping the cigarette butt onto the sidewalk below. They both sit quietly for a while, neither of them moving. It was Logan's turn,” I used to like someone,” he started. For once, Wade says nothing. “ Two people, really, but they loved each other and I was never in that, but I guess my love wasn't with them either,” he confesses. He's never told anyone about Jean and Scott, but it felt good to get it off his chest. “There's always a duo in a trio,” Wade jokes lightly. For the first time in a while, Logan laughed. It wasn't very loud so as not to disturb Althea, but it was honest and warm. That was when he realized he was in too deep, but it didn't matter as long as he was with Wade.

The man in question stared down at him, wide-eyed and happy. He wanted to kiss him silly right then and there. The sun had begun to rise, and the soft light cast a warm glow around the apartment. He smiles and gets off the floor. “Help me with breakfast?” he offers. Wade's face lights up with a brightness that could rival the sun. “Of course,” he smiles back. 
 
 Maybe things were gonna be okay for Logan after all