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It had already been a long day. A rough, groggy morning followed by rainy, humid weather. Not that Deadpool minded; to him, it was just a good day to lay low and relax.
Apparently, his Wolvie had the same idea. Lounging on the living room couch, a mug of steaming tea in his large hands, a contrast to his usual heavy whiskey, Logan looked unusually serene. It was a nice sight.
Wade’s excitement was palpable as he approached Logan with a grin. “How about we grab some breakfast? Nothing like a good meal to start the day, huh, babycheeks?” he asked, his hands resting on Logan’s broad shoulders.
Logan glanced up from his tea with a weary look that almost resembled a smile. “Alright. Could use a change of pace.” It was a typical short and gruff reply, but for Wade, it was a win.
The café was a cozy refuge from the dreary weather outside. Rain drummed softly against the large windows, providing a rhythmic backdrop to the gentle hum of conversation within. Wade, ever the extrovert, thrived in the atmosphere. He leaned back in his chair, grinning broadly as he engaged in his usual flamboyant banter with the young waitress.
The waitress, a slender woman with a polite demeanor and an ever-so-slightly familiar smile, took their order with practiced ease. Her movements were smooth and confident, and she was clearly just doing her job.
But there was an undertone that made Logan’s instincts bristle. He noticed how her gaze lingered just a fraction longer on Wade than necessary and how her smile seemed to hold a hint of something more than mere professionalism.
Logan tried to dismiss the sickening churn in his stomach. He was here to relax, to enjoy a rare moment of peace with Wade. But the way the waitress’s eyes flickered back to Wade, almost dismissing Logan, and the way Wade’s laughter rang out with a hint of flirtatiousness—it all gnawed at him.
He forced himself to focus on the mundane details—the way the rain traced patterns down the window, the murmur of conversations around him. Maybe he was just imagining things, overthinking. His foggy mind, affected by the cloudy weather and heavy emotions, could be deceiving him.
Despite his best efforts, Logan’s internal turmoil simmered. Each time Wade laughed a little too loudly or made another playful quip, Logan’s irritation bubbled beneath the surface. The waitress’s fleeting glances and Wade’s seemingly cheerful interaction added to his discomfort.
As their meals arrived, Logan tried to distract himself further. His eyes followed the waitress as she moved back to her station, his jaw tightening with each step away from their table. The food was served with cheerful efficiency, but Logan’s appetite had soured. He stabbed his fork into his plate with more force than necessary, the food sliding down his throat like a bitter reminder of his unease.
Wade, oblivious to Logan’s frustration, continued his animated conversation, filling the air with his usual exuberance. He missed how Logan’s mood had shifted and how his laughter had faded into a strained attempt at casualness. The easy back-and-forth of their conversation turned into a one-sided performance as Logan’s irritation simmered.
Logan’s frown deepened as he stared at his plate, the food now tasting like an unwelcome distraction from the growing spite in his chest. He tried to focus on the conversation, but his mind kept drifting back to the waitress and the unsettling thoughts eating at him.
The perfect, quiet morning had been marred by his hyperactive emotions, and he struggled to push through, determined not to let his jealousy ruin their time together.
The two left the café with Wade in high spirits, cracking jokes about everything he could think of, but Logan’s silence was a stark contrast.
In the car, Wade’s attempts to lighten the mood fell flat. “Alright, Lo’Lo. What’s got your panties in a bunch?”
Logan grunted in response, his jaw clenched as he stared out the window, a scowl etched deeply on his face. Wade turned on the radio and sang along with exaggerated enthusiasm, hoping to break through Logan’s gloomy mood. But the man’s silence was oppressive.
Once they arrived home, Logan’s behavior grew more erratic. Doors slammed, and his movements were sharp and angry. Wade’s attempts to engage him in conversation were met with curt, clipped responses. As Logan downed drink after drink, his temper flared more with each sip.
Wade tried to defuse the situation with humor. “Hey, are those 200 years finally catching up to you? What’s the deal?”
Logan’s response was a sharp, “Just leave me alone.”
Wade’s concern turned to stern frustration. “Logan, what’s going on? You’ve been in a mood all day.”
Logan’s eyes flared with unspoken aggression. “You wouldn’t understand,” he snapped. “You never do.”
Despite Wade’s efforts to reach out, Logan’s anger and hurt overpowered him. His feelings of betrayal and jealousy clouded his ability to communicate effectively, and he lashed out with venomous words, deepening the rift between them.
“What are you talking about, Sugar?”
Logan’s face twisted with a mix of anger and hurt, his hands trembling as adamantium claws began to protrude from his knuckles. Wade’s calm demeanor seemed only to fuel the fire.
“You think I’m just being dramatic,” Logan sneered, his voice thick with resentment. “That’s always how it is with you. You never fucking take me seriously!”
Wade took a deep breath. “I’m not dismissing you, man. I’m trying to understand. But you’re pushing me away with this anger. I want to help.”
Logan’s eyes burned with fury. “Help? You want to help? You wouldn’t understand even if it slapped you in your fucking mug!”
Wade’s patience wore thin, but he kept his tone steady. “Logan—I don’t. I don’t understand, because you’re not telling me anything! I can’t read your mind.”
Wade reached out to him, despite the gleaming claws threatening his safety. Logan’s frustration seemed to reach a boiling point. He swiped his claws through the air with a furious gesture, narrowly missing Wade. “That won’t work on me. I’m not that fucking easy!”
Wade flinched but remained where he was, trying to bridge the chasm between them. “Logan, I’m on your side. What the hell is happening?”
Logan’s face contorted with anguish. He stormed across the room, knocking over a lamp. The crash echoed through the room. “I don’t need you to be on my side! I need you to be real, to see me for once!”
Wade, struggling to maintain his calm, approached slowly, hands up in a non-threatening gesture. “I am seeing you, Lo’. I’m here, and I’m trying to be real with you.”
Logan’s breathing was ragged, eyes wild with emotion. The combination of anger and jealousy seemed to consume him. He stumbled toward Wade, claws extended as if to emphasize his point. “You’re not listening! You never listen!”
Wade breathed deeply in once again, concern evident. “I’m listening. I’m right here. No more temper tantrums, we can talk this out, okay?”
Wade tried to keep his composure despite the desperation. “Logan, please—”
Logan’s voice cracked as he screamed, “I hate you! I hate you!” Each word was fueled by the depth of his inner torment.
Wade grimaced, his face showing both physical and emotional pain. “Logan,” he managed through gritted teeth, “I’m not going anywhere. We have to get through this. I want to understand, but you need to talk to me.” His tone was unusually serious.
Logan’s claws pierced through Wade’s chest, and the agony mirrored Logan’s own torment. “I hate you.” Logan’s voice was a tortured shout.
Wade grunted in pain, struggling to reconstruct around the blades. Through clenched teeth, he forced a strained, teasing grin. “Hey, this is some messed-up way of saying you’re mad at me, I get it. But let’s talk it out like civilized people, yeah?”
Logan’s face was a mask of anger and hurt. “You always do this! You’re not even taking me seriously!!” he spat, his voice cracking.
Wade grimaced, trying to mask his pain with humor. “I’m not the one throwing claws around.” He paused, trying to read Logan’s eyes. “I’m not going anywhere until we figure this out.”
Logan’s rage fueled his attacks, but Wade’s persistence didn’t falter. His usual sarcasm was replaced with genuine concern. “You can scream and fight all you want, but I’m not stopping until you tell me what’s really wrong. I’m right here, Lo’.”
Logan’s eyes showed a flicker of something other than anger—regret, perhaps. Wade’s determination to reach him, even through the excruciating pain, reflected his deep care for Logan, revealing a layer of sincerity beneath his usual irreverence.
But the heat of his anger boiled over, and Logan forced his other set of claws through Wade’s torso. “Do you feel it? Do you, you fucking traitor?” His voice was gravelly and strained.
—and then it clicked for Wade. The waitress.
He grabbed gently at Logan’s wrist. “Logan, you’re the only one.”
That must have made a difference because Logan’s eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, and his hands began to tremble despite being impaled in Wade.
“Just—just take your kitty claws out of me, okay, pumpkin? It’s only ever been you. You’re the apple of my eye.”
With a whispered, angry “fuck,” Logan jerked back, retracting his claws. He looked down, avoiding Wade’s gaze.
He said nothing as Wade cautiously wrapped his arm around Logan’s broad torso and placed the other hand gently on his head, almost cradling him.
Logan’s lip quivered, and his distress was evident. “I’m not worried about her, Lo’. It was just friendly.”
Wade felt Logan’s head shake against his chest.
“Just hear me out, Logan. Seriously.”
Logan took a moment, his breathing heavy and uneven as he leaned into Wade’s embrace. The pain and frustration in his eyes slowly gave way to a fragile vulnerability. Wade held him tightly, offering a steady presence that contrasted sharply with the chaos of the past few moments.
Wade’s voice was soft and reassuring. “Come on, Lo’. It’s just us here. No need for all this drama. You know you’re the only one for me.”
Logan's grip on Wade's chest gradually relaxed, and he let out a shuddering breath. He looked up, his eyes still clouded with turmoil but softening as he met Wade’s gaze.
Wade, with a mischievous grin, leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on Logan’s forehead. “See? Nothing to worry about. Just a little miscommunication, that’s all.”
Logan’s initial stiffness melted away under Wade’s soothing touch. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth and affection wash over him. Wade’s light-hearted teasing, combined with his sincere comfort, started to break through Logan’s defenses.
“You’re really going to let a waitress mess up our day?” Wade continued, his tone playful. “You know you’re the only one who can handle me and all my quirks.”
A reluctant smile tugged at the corner of Logan’s lips. “You’re impossible,” he murmured, his voice softer now, tinged with a hint of amusement.
Wade chuckled and pressed another tender kiss to Logan’s lips. “And you love me for it.”
Logan’s tense shoulders finally relaxed as he kissed back, his anger and jealousy melting into the warmth of the moment. He deepened the kiss, allowing himself to be fully present and connected with Wade. The earlier tension seemed to dissolve, replaced by a comforting intimacy.
As they pulled apart, Logan’s gaze was filled with affection and relief. “Yeah, I guess I do,” he admitted quietly.
Wade smiled, wrapping his arms around Logan in a gentle hug. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together, no matter what.”
Logan nodded, resting his head on Wade’s shoulder. “Thanks for…”
“I know,” Wade replied softly, his voice full of sincerity. “Now, let’s go and relax, and maybe we can salvage some decency out of this day, yeah?”
Logan’s lips curved into a genuine smile. “Yeah, alright.”
An apology died on his tongue.
The storm outside seemed a little less daunting, and their connection, stronger than before, made everything feel almost right again.