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A Frozen Treat
“Just a little treat for my snookums,” Wade cooed as he dragged a hungry Wolverine out of the Danger Room. Logan grumbled all the way to the kitchens, where Wade let go of his hand to wash his own before he grabbed Logan’s frozen treat from the freezer. Pulling out a fully cooked, frozen chicken that’s been stuffed with a vegetable medley and rice. Chicken gray made from the juices had already been poured into it prior to being frozen, Wade figuring this sort of treat should help ease some of Logan’s hangriness.
Logan purred at the sight of his treat, wolverine tail wagging excitedly behind him as he watched Wade unwrap it for him. Logan’s mouth was already watering, claw tips poking out as he imagined the best way to hold it down while he munched on it. His mate knew how to sooth him after a game of playing with his teammates, Wade’s help made it easier on Logan and being around his living ghosts.
Wade placed the unwrapped frozen chicken on a tray for Logan, “You feel up to eating at the table or would you rather eat on the floor?” Wade asked, knowing how his Peanut would sometimes find it easier on his instincts to eat while on all fours.
Logan whines impatiently and makes grabby hands at his snack. “Go wash your paws before you eat your snack, snookums.” Wade cooed, watching Logan growl low as he went and did as told. Logan returned to his previous spot across the kitchen counter from Wade.
Wade just shrugs and slides it across the counter to Logan. Logan immediately grabs onto it, claws digging into it with his hands as he uses his teeth to tear into the chicken. Moaning at the taste of it, his senses had picked up every herb and spice that Wade had used. Wade had made several of them earlier in the month. Stashing a few at the mansion after Logan almost bit Scott for getting too close to his food, having had to wait until dinner after their afternoon training session. They always stayed for a meal with the team and Laura, Logan wanting as much time with her as possible.
Now Wade prepares frozen meals for Logan between their training sessions and whatever meals they’re attending. The X-Men were still attempting to behave like this Logan wasn’t a completely separate person from their own Wolverine. The grimaces and looks of disgust or horror weren’t uncommon to see while Logan was eating, fighting or playing.
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Scott went into the kitchens, ignoring Jean’s advice to avoid it as they had all seen Wade take Logan out of the Danger Room and towards that direction. Ever since Logan almost bit Scott for putting his finger in Logan’s face after a training session, Wade has been ensuring that Logan is fed after missions and trainings.
“Jean, am I not allowed to grab a snack?” Scott questioned his wife with a raised eyebrow, they had been fighting more lately, really ever since Logan and Wade came to stay with them. Jean scoffed at her husband’s antics in front of the others, she didn’t want to have to remind him about his recent MR meeting regarding Wade and Logan.
The others in the locker room looked on uncomfortably, everyone but Jean and Scott wondering again when they’d be getting updated locker rooms.
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Scott left the locker room and others, heading to the kitchens in hopes of getting a snack like he said to Jean and potentially more blackmail on Deadpool. Scott comes in when Logan’s halfway through his carcass. He looked on in disgust, “Do you have to do that so openly?”
Wade looks up from his peanut butter, pickle, bacon burger. His face an absolute mess, mask sitting next to him while he sat next to Logan, equally messy face as the man crunches bones. Logan’s face of bliss morphes into one of displeasure at hearing Scott, he snarls in warning as he rips another piece off and chews aggressively.
“It is called eating, Scotty boy.” Wade says helpfully, “Some of us have refined tastes and enjoy a healthy amount of peanut butter sauce to pickle and bacon ratio.” Wade’s burger drips sauce down onto the plate where smears of sauce and drippings were, “Besides, Logan enjoys helping me get cleaned up,” Wade throws a wink at Scott.
“That’s fucking disgusting—!”
“Mr. Summers, I’m sorry to hear you say that. You’ve earned yourself a training session with me,” Hank says as he walks into the lounge with his own snack, looking between the couple and Scott. “The X-Men should be more tolerant of other people’s dietary needs. Especially since neither mutant is microwaving fish and other smelly things in the shared microwave.”
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Scott groans as he sits through a tolerance training session with Hank. The man made it as dry as possible and from what Scott had heard from other mutants, these training sessions were already rather boring to begin with. Scott knew he should have kept his mouth shut and this is simply punishment for not doing so earlier in the week.
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The next time Logan has a frozen treat, Scott keeps his mouth shut. Internally, wondering where Wade got a Moose leg as he watches Logan sprawled out on Wade’s lap, gnawing away at one. Scott desperately wanted to ask how Logan could enjoy such hard to eat things or why Wade felt so comfortable being around Logan while he was crunching and tearing into meat and bone. Logan’s tail lazily wagging as he continues to eat his treat on his mate, occasionally stopping to offer Wade a bite or a messy lick to his face.
Logan was by far the weirdest variant that Scott had encountered but that wasn’t really saying much since Logan was the second one he’s met.