Blind Al’s lipstick
Logan wakes up half falling off the couch with a blanket over him. This was the first time in a while he hadn’t woke up from nightmares.
Sitting up half asleep, he felt weird in a good way that he wasn’t sure how to process.
The house was empty and warmth was gone wade must have gone to work.. at least two hours ago from his scent lingering around.
Did blind Al just abandon this house to us? She’s been gone forever now with this guy who was weirdly handsome and chiseled
Logan stood up and stretched with a groan. So much has happened in such little time.
Wade joked about a confession; he thought about running away, saw Scott, tried to get over Wade with sex and found out that didn’t work, but tried it again away, so now he was just feeding his delusions.
Walking to the bathroom in wades fluffy pants that thankfully fit him because they were too big on Wade, he noticed a bright red kiss mark on his cheek in the mirror.
What?
Logan pulled out his phone and checked his messages, which he probably should have done in the first place.
Wade: I left you a little surprise, and this time it isn’t breakfast, fun fact! Me and blind Al had an inderect kiss.
Wade put on blind Al’s lipstick.
That’s disgusting
But fuck , why did Logan absolutely love the idea of Wade leaving marks on him?
He took a shower carefully, making sure not to mess up the kiss stain on his cheek, but he would remove it by the time he got home.
He couldn’t let Wade know he liked it.
Logan dressed quickly, planning to eat something for breakfast to prove Wade wrong that he in fact did treat himself normal.
But I knocked from the door, and Wade never knocked.
Instantly Logan shot his claws out and walked quietly up to the door, listening and taking deep breaths in.
The scent was familiar, but it wasn’t blind Al or Wade.
It was Scott.
What was Scott doing outside the door?
Logan reached into his pocket and sent a quick text.
Logan: x-men from last night Is at our door knocking
Wade responded instantly.
Wade: Don't answer the door, and there’s a secret basement; the hatch is in my room-
Logan did get to read the next part because the door fell in to expose the sunlight, and Scott
“Logan? Fuck it really, it’s really you.”
“Im not your wolverine bub,” Logan said, hoping his voice would sound as tough as ever.
“Mabye a clone?” Scott pulled out his phone and called someone, putting it to his ear.
Logan growled and showed of his claws stalking forward; Wade wouldn’t get heard in time to save him again; it was up to Logan.
"Yeah, it’s Logan. I mean, I see the claws right now, okay, yeah.”
Logan could never hurt Scott but never wanted to be around this one. It felt wrong to start new memories of someone that is dead.
“If you clalled for back up, shove it up your ass, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Actually you are.”
Wolverine launched himself forward with quick and sharp attacks that he never intended to really land on Scott just to scare him away.
Laser beams danced around Logan, burning marks into the place Logan called home.
No
Home was with Wade.
Logan heard his phone ringing but couldn’t do anything about it because Scott pulled out a tranquilizer.
Logan cut through it with his claws “oldest trick in the book”
"Well, your old to, so that should work out.”
Logan was so busy that he didn’t notice the woman standing far behind Scott with another gun.
Logan thought about pulling Scott in front of him to block it, but he wouldn’t be able to pull his claws in as fast as the bullet.
It stuck Logan right in the shoulder, and it felt like his body was fighting it off. He slumped to his knees.
“That’s a dose for like 5 full-grown elephants. Damn, okay, Jean, we don’t have much time.”
Logan felt his body being lifted into a stretcher. “I’ll claw your fucking face off.”
“Definitely a clone, Scott, or..mabye he lost all his memories again?” Jean replied, pushing him into the back of a van with two doctors.
Logan felt himself regaining his strength, flexing his arms under the restraints.
The restraints
His breathing quickened; there were going to hurt him, fuck flashbacks raced hard though Logan's mind
“His heart rate is rising rapidly, sir,” one of the commenters commented.
“It’s fine; he can’t die anyway; I mean, he’s here now, so it really proves he can't,” the other said.
“Don’t say that so loud if Jean or Scott hear you.“
“They will probably agree,” he shrugged.
It’s been about 8 minutes since he’s been shot, and he felt normal.
Busting out of the restraints, which surprised both doctors, “He shouldn't—they said for at least 20 minutes!”
Logan jumped up and stuck his claws through the doctor who said he couldn’t die. “I can’t die, your right, but you can, so shut your mouth.”
He left the other doctor to piss and shit in the corner as he clawed the back open, seeing the road.
He was levitated into the air; that’s when he smelled Wade.
That shitty Honda oddesy was trailing the truck and shooting at Scott and Jean, who stood on top of the van.
“Wade!” Logan said, clawing around in the air like a cat in air jail.
“Scott I can’t hold him much longer—what do I do?”
“Let him go; we came unprepared.”
“But Scott-“
“We will find him again." Scott finished his sentence and Logan was levitated onto the top of the Honda Odyssey.
and Logan sunk his claws into the top to hold on.
"peanut? Fuck, I'm going to do a sharp turn hold on," Wade said while swerving the car around away from the van and speeding away.