Realationship goals
The rain poured down in heavy sheets over the darkened streets of New York, but neither the weather nor the cold could deter the two figures standing on a rooftop, silhouetted against the city lights. Wolverine, his leather suit soaked through, grumbled as he flicked the remnants of his cigar into the abyss below. Deadpool, on the other hand, seemed completely unbothered by the rain, his red suit gleaming as he struck a ridiculous pose.
"Come on, Logan, admit it," Deadpool teased, his voice light despite the ever-present undertone of mischief. "You enjoy our little team-ups."
Wolverine snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "You mean 'cleaning up your messes,' Wade? Can't say I love it."
Deadpool grinned, the expression hidden behind his mask, but Wolverine could feel it. "Oh, but you do love me, don't you?"
"You're insufferable," Wolverine growled, turning his back on Deadpool and looking out over the city. "Let's just get this job done."
But Deadpool wasn't one to let things go. He sidled up to Wolverine, leaning in close enough that the older mutant could feel his breath, warm despite the cold night air. "You can pretend all you want, big guy, but I know you're just a big ol' softie deep down."
Wolverine turned his head slightly, catching Deadpool's eye. There was something different in his gaze tonight, something softer that Logan had never seen before. It made him pause, the usual retort dying on his lips.
"What's with you tonight, Wade?" Wolverine asked, his voice gruffer than usual as if trying to cover the sudden shift in the atmosphere.
Deadpool's usual quick-witted banter was absent for a moment, replaced by a rare sincerity. "Maybe I'm just tired of pretending, Logan. We keep dancing around this… whatever this is. Maybe it’s time to stop."
Wolverine blinked, his surprise evident. "You serious?"
"As serious as I can be, considering I'm Deadpool," Wade replied, the humor in his voice not completely absent, but softer, more vulnerable. He reached out, gently grabbing Wolverine's hand. "Look, I know I'm not the easiest guy to like, but… there's something about you, Logan. Something that makes all this craziness worth it."
Wolverine stared at their intertwined hands, his heart pounding louder than he'd like to admit. "You're a pain in the ass, Wade."
Deadpool chuckled, his thumb brushing over Logan's knuckles. "I know. But you like that about me."
Wolverine let out a long breath, his resistance crumbling in the face of Deadpool's uncharacteristic honesty. With a resigned sigh, he pulled Wade closer, their foreheads almost touching. "Guess I do."
Deadpool's eyes crinkled behind his mask, his grin evident even without seeing it. "Does this mean I can start calling you 'babe' now?"
"Don’t push it," Logan grunted, but there was no heat in his words, only a warmth that Deadpool couldn't help but bask in.
As the rain continued to pour down, the two stood there, close and silent, the city around them forgotten. For once, there were no quips, no violence, just the quiet realization that maybe, just maybe, they were exactly what the other needed.