Lovely Black Suit
Wade stood before a long, tall mirror dressed in the nicest black suit he could find. After adjusting the last button he took a moment to breath, and look at the man before him. The grin that was normally plastered onto his face was wiped clean off. There was dark circles under his eyes, he looked skinnier and his scarred skin looked a lot more pale than usual. There was no life in his eyes. He didn't look like the same person anymore. Wades cold, dead eyes just stared at the man reflected in the mirror. Searching for himself, searching for life. Nothing. That wasn't him.
A knock at the door snapped Wades attention from the mirror, Wolverine walked in. He didn't look like he normally did. His tough guy appearance was replaced by a more fragile, soft one. Adjusting his similar black suit he said "Hey bub... Look I'm sorry I just-are you ready?" A half hearted smile appeared on his face. Logan only smiles like that when he has booze in one hand.
"Ready for what?" Wade asked. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't know why he was wearing this suit. He didn't know why Logan was acting so nice. Wade didn't even remember waking up this morning. All he remembered was an overwhelming feeling of sadness mixed with a sensation of anger. Every step he took, took more effort than usual. As if the sadness was preventing him from doing anything. The anger and sadness was taking control and He didn't know why, how or when. Where was he going?
"Listen Wade. I know it's hard.. But just come with me please." Logan looked more on edge than ever. He stared at the floor and began to play with his thumbs. He seemed sympathetic even. Logan was never sympathetic. Had Mr. Cool finally lost his cool? Typically Wade would make fun of him for it but something wouldn't let the joke exit his mouth. It was caught on his Tongue. He could barely speak.
"What about Pete?" Wade finally managed to squeeze out. Logan cringed, Took a deep breath and responded. "He's already there Wade." Wade didn't feel as much relief as he wanted too, his heart beat faster in his chest and he felt like the room was closing in on him.
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The drive was silent. Not even the boxes were taking. It felt like they've been silent for weeks. Strange. An hour into the ride Wade got more and more nervous. His eye twitching, trouble and breathing. As the destination approached he couldn't help feel a sensation of uneasiness. Sick to his stomach. His palms began sweating and his hands wouldn't stop shaking. Wade didn't even know why.. Weird. Logan must've noticed. He was saying reassuring things, saying everything was going to be alright. Why is Logan so out of character today?
Logan finally parked near a church after driving in silence for a few hours. The sight sent chills down Wades spine. The two of them rarely visited churches, the only exception was waking up with a major hangover from the long night before. The church was small, and cozy something Peter would probably enjoy. The two walked along the cobblestone path to the grand entrance. The doors were solid wood and painted a dark brown. Logan was hesitant when entering. he looked like he was hiding something.
Upon entering Wade noticed everyone wearing black. And almost everyone was in tears. Bloodshot eyes, pale skin, tear stained checks. The room silenced almost immediately when Wade entered. All eyes were on him. He was looking for Pete but, he wasn't among the crowd of other heroes.
"Petey.."
A large coffin sat in the middle of the room. Wade approached slowly, time moving slower and slower with every step. He didn't want to look, he didn't want to see. Wade was praying, and he didn't believe in any gods.
In the coffin lay a cold lifeless looking Peter. Eyes closed and skin pale. He was wearing his costume without his mask. He held white roses, his favourite. "No.. Baby boy" All of a sudden Wade remembered, everything. He dropped to his knees and cried out, cried out for Peter. He needed to hold him again, see him again. He didn't even get to say goodbye.
Logan rushed over and started yelling "Wade! Wade wake up!" Wade didn't hear him, he continued sobbing until he was jolted awake.
"Wade it's okay, I'm okay, I'm right here" Pete said ever so calmly.
Wade didn't waste a second. He immediately clung on the Peter, holding on for dear life. Afraid of losing him. His eyes were closed and tears kept falling. He couldn't speak. That dream, nightmare had been too vivid, too real. "Baby boy.."
"Wade let's get you home. And no more jumping off buildings at 2 AM.." Peter helped Wade up, and started to walk back home. Not letting go of him for even a second. "Wade one more thing. I love you."