I’m called the worst wolverine for a reason
“Long story short, basically remember when that cock-blocking gas station bitch pulled up? Well, I threatened him, and he just happened to have an aircraft and if I could have it, I would let him live.”
Logan just looked at Wade like he grew three heads. “What?…”
Wade grabbed Logan’s arm and started to press buttons on the wall, causing the dirt roof to fold open to the sky. “So yeah, he’s alive. Sorry readers, I know, but I couldn’t pass up the aircraft!”
There were so many questions Logan had, like where did the gas station owner get the aircraft?? Wade liked him back, so does that mean they're dating?
Logan watched as Wade opened the aircraft and drug him inside. “this will be my second time flying one of these—my first time was when i… never mind—“
Wade’s rambling and relaxed demeanor took the edge off of Logan’s body, not completely but slightly.
Logan was familiar with aircrafts he didn’t like them, didn’t like anything that wasn’t on land, but still he went on plenty of missions with Cyclops, Storm, Gambit, and Jean on them.
The memory struck across painfully at the situation; this time his friends were not fighting with him but against him. “I can’t count how many times I’ve been on an aircraft…”
Wade seemed to silence his rambling at Logan’s words. Logan didn’t like to talk about how he saw he held his dead friend's body, but every time he did with Wade, the pain faded just a tiny bit.
“Yeah? Give me an estimate, big guy.” Wade was flipping on switches, lighting up the aircraft, sitting down, and strapping himself in.
Logan sat down in the passenger seat. “At least over 100 with Scott... and I never liked it. I never liked flying...” Logan stopped talking halfway through the names, painfully to speak.
“I miss them.”
Logan would say that the hefty, heartfelt conversation they had a few moments ago was the reason why Logan was sharing this information.
But that would be a lie. Logan wanted to tell Wade he wanted to tell Wade every part of himself; it was like a parasite in his brain that grew with each passing second.
Wade’s hand grounded Logan, warm and firm. “We won’t be flying for long, just a nice flight. We’re going to get out of this.”
Logan hoped Wade was right, but he had his doubts. serious doubts
The aircraft lifted into the sky, and Logan tried his best to think of only good things, like this morning in the woods.
Play fighting turned into kissing that turned into Wade confessing Logan wanted to confess back, even though Wade knew of his feelings; saying them out loud to him would be nice.
They were zooming in the air now, and the radio started to speak out static words.
It was
It was Cyclops's voice, a demanding voice that Logan heard often on missions and in meetings.
“Land the aircraft or we will have to use force.”
Wade was focused hard on flying, biting his lips, giving a sorry look at Logan, and mumbling, “Just because we can’t die doesn’t mean—“
Wade groaned, stopping himself “Logan, could you respond? Maybe if they hear from you that you're not there Logan, they will believe it.”
It was a big ask. Wade knew it was a big ask.
Logan reasonably understood that it would be the best solution, and Wade wouldn’t ask Logan to go out of his way and speak to his dead friends if it wasn’t 100% necessary.
“Why do we always find ourselves in these fucked-up situations, Wade?” Logan breathed out, reaching over to hover a finger over the button that would let him respond.
“If you find out why the universe wants to fuck us over so much, please tell me… Actually, the universe did give me one good thing out of all of this…” Wade gave a little smile but eyes still hard and focused
“What would that be?” Logan’s finger now touched the button, but not pressing down was the aircraft shaking, or was it him?
“You”
Logan couldn’t help but scoff, face warming, “Not the time.”
“Anything is the right time with you, boo boo bear.” Wade sweet-talked in a high voice.
“Don’t call me ‘boo boo bear.’” Logan tried to shrug off the impending smile that worked itself up
“Ah, you're smiling. It’s always so nice when you smile. You should try it more, boo boo.”
Logan said nothing at that Finally pressing the button, how was Wade so good at calming him down? Or distracting him
“I’m not your wolverine. I’m from a different timeline. We can get you the DNA samples you need, but I’m not going to let you shove me in the back of a van again.
Immediately the voice hit back at him but weaker sounding, “Logan? Hey, are you—?”
“I killed my Scott, and all of the X-Men in my timeline are dead because of me.” Logan spat out with too much venom, but not at Cyclops, no, but to himself.
The radio was static for a long moment, such a long moment that Wade glanced over at him. “Alright there, honey badger?”
No, Logan wasn’t alright; he was overwhelmed with so many emotions, and he had no time to think, no time to sort them. No, Logan didn’t know how to sort them out.
He didn’t know how to deal with Wade liking him back; he didn’t know how to deal with his dead friend trying to get him back.
He hated this universes Logan, he was so great and amazing, but the worst Wolverine? He could never live up to this world's set expectations of him.
“We’ll take those DNA samples, but regardless, we need to take you back to our base and get you checked out. If you are a Logan, then be reasonable. You understand we can’t have a mutant like you running around, especially after what you just said,” Jean's voice, sweet redhead Jean, called out, but not with the familiarity but with business.
It was true. Logan probably shouldn’t have said he killed his whole team because that does make him look bad. They were just trying to do their job, keeping the peace between mutants and humans.
But fuck if it didn’t hurt hearing those words from Jean's mouth.
Logan gritted his teeth, memories and memories so many memories Wade was trying to talk to him but he wasn’t listening. No, he was back at the mansion with all his friends, all his dead friends.
On Christmas they would all watch movies, play in the snow, and drink hot cocoa.
During game night, the most entertaining thing was watching Gambit get so serious about a dumb game of Uno.
Listening to Rogue complain about her love life
sparring with Nightcrawler
Listening to Scott beg him to wear the yellow suit
What was Logan doing playing pretend with Wade, acting like a stupid high school couple when he was a murderer?
Logan was a murder and it was an absolute joke that he was even in this situation.
Logan doesn’t deserve to love, not when he has taken so many lives.
Logan Shouldn’t be treated as human
How could all of this come from his mutation acting up? No, it started when Wade took him from that bar.
The whole trip of saving the world changed him into believing in himself that he could do great again, but how could he do great again if he was forgetting about all the lives he took?
“Do you understand? Land the aircraft; we don’t want to take you down by force." Cyclops's voice No, Scott, it was Scott, his best friend Scott, who was hunting him down.
“DNA samples, or you can all fuck off.” Logan hurled out clenching and unclenching his fists
“Please reconsider Logan.” Logan wasn’t sure whose voice that was anymore, but he couldn't help but want to be selfish
Logan didn't want to go back and relive any more of their memories.
But deep down Logan knew he only had one choice, one real choice.
It was Wade who answered. Now, “He said, ‘Fuck off, then.” Wade turned off the radio silence and heavy breathing, who was breathing that hard?
Himself , Logan was breathing heavily.
Wade called this a panic attack, the same feeling Logan had on the couch in the cabin when Wade comforted him.
Everything since the apartment Logan killed it, smushing it in his hands into pulp into nothing.
All the build up of self worth gone
“Logan, breathe. It’s okay. You’re okay. I shouldn’t have asked you to—” Wade kept glancing at him, not even focused on flying anymore, static from the radio forgotten.
“I can’t keep playing pretend with you—" Logan stopped for a second with a deep breath, going to say something more, but nothing came out, unbuckling himself and standing up, grabbing the radio.
“Honey badger? Logan, what are you doing?" Wade was now fully paying attention to him.
But Logan still took steps forward.
“Logan I just told you! I know you have old man brain, but you should remember that I told you not to waste our time and try to leave!”
Logan stilled his hand on the emergency door, back facing a frantic Wade who started to unbuckle himself.
Wade didn’t deserve to be wrapped up in this mess. “Logan! Logan!"
If Wade was captured, he would never see the light of day again, already having a bad history, but randomly traveling with Wolverine and talking about a multiverse? That would be the last straw
Wade would be considered to unstable to be free a threat to mutant and human peace.
“We’re Deadpool and Wolverine! We don’t give up; we can make a deal and fix this! Logan, I’m telling you, don’t do this!”
Logan opened the emergency door, wind whipping inside. Now he wanted to look back, look at Wade, look at him, but if he did
Logan would lose all will power to do what he has to "I’m called the worst wolverine for a reason I know when to give up.”
The wind was violent and thrashing all around, pushing his hair up
Logan turned on the radio "I took Wade Wilson as hostage he had no part in this after I jump from the plane…” He couldn’t even hear himself speak anymore.
Looking down at the endless drop made him remember the last time he was flung into the air in the void, running away with Wade.
It was always Wade.
Logan jumped
everything changing in just a few seconds