Chapter 2
Logan’s dreams were never peaceful. They were dripping in blood and pain and death. And the voices. They never stopped. His friends, his family, they lived on in his head in a way he couldn’t shake off. He was as used to it as he possibly could be after so long. But this time, the dream, the noise, it was slightly different. There was a new voice now.
In my world, The Wolverine is a hero.
This voice didn’t hurt to listen to. It wasn’t filled with loss like the others. But somehow, it still belonged. Logan’s dreams were filled with the voices of home.
You know something? You’re the best wolverine.
The voice was louder than the others. Clearer. It irritated him like a fly buzzing next to his ear, but he didn’t want it to leave. In fact, he wanted to chase after it, poke it and prod it, and ask what the hell it was doing here. The other voices silenced.
Logan.
He flinched awake and stretched out his hand across the bed, almost without realizing it. Empty.
Logan groaned and rubbed at his eyes, the dream slipping through his fingers like fog until he couldn’t remember what he’d been reaching for. The morning sun laid on his skin like a warm blanket. The sweet smell in the air tugged at his memories as his tired brain tried to place it. Pancakes. Of course. Jean and Scott used to make them together once a week, he’d almost forgotten.
From the sofa bed, he could see right past the counter to the kitchen. The elderly woman, Althea was sitting at the table on a laptop, a computerized voice sounding from it occasionally. Wade’s back was to him, but it looked like he was trying to see how many flips he could get a pancake to do in the air. Idiot.
Logan stayed in bed, resisting the urge to wrap the blankets around himself and go back to sleep. He felt better rested than he had in a long time and he didn’t want it to end yet. He settled for watching Wade from a distance.
It was like the man was incapable of staying on task for more than five seconds. He seemed to be switching back and forth between making the pancakes and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Wade's process of making pancakes included a lot more nibbling and flipping than necessary and Logan was pretty sure he was drawing on the paper as much as he was writing on it. Sometimes he’d walk off to do something else entirely like rearrange random decor or spy on Al’s computer and he’d stay there until Al would mutter “Pancakes.” then he’d gasp and rush off to start the cycle all over again.
It was more entertaining than Logan cared to admit.
Unfortunately, his moment of peace didn’t last very long before the dog noticed he was awake and decided to give him a very wet greeting. “Get the fuck off me.” He groaned, pushing the dog away, albeit very gently cause he knew Wade would kill him if he hurt the little gremlin.
“Good morning, starshine! The earth says hello!” Came shouted from the kitchen.
Logan grunted and made his way to the bathroom.
As soon as he shut the door, music started blaring through the apartment like Wade had just been waiting for him to wake up before giving him ear damage. Logan stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like shit. Nothing new there.
He sighed and brushed his teeth with the brush Wade had given him last night. For his own sanity, he’d decided not to ask where it had come from.
He wasn’t sure what would happen today. He’d been doing the same routine for so long, he was at a total loss for what to do now that it was gone. Back in his universe, Logan would’ve still been asleep, he’d wake up late and get drunk as soon as possible, then spend the day stumbling around getting kicked out of bars. That life seemed a world away from him now, but habit still made him want a drink.
He supposed Wade would be pushing him out today. It was nice of him to offer a place to sleep but Logan knew it wouldn’t last long. Wade had people he belonged to, Logan wasn’t one of them and the last thing he wanted was to be a drain.
But a part of him couldn’t help but wonder. Wade had been nothing but eager in his offer and he’d been so earnest last night. The feeling of his arm wrapped around him stuck in Logan’s mind like a burr. He’d told Wade he would try to open up, he’d told him they had all the time in the world. And fuck it, maybe he just didn’t want to leave. Maybe he wanted to plant himself like a tree beside Wade and laugh in the face of anyone who tried to move him. Would that be so wrong? They were friends now, weren’t they?
It didn’t matter what he wanted though. He wasn’t gonna be a burden.
Logan walked back out into the kitchen where Wade was now serving pancakes. He was moving his hips to the beat of the music, which seemed to be hip-hop in another language. Maybe Korean?
“Stray Kids, Peanut! We’re best friends with them in another universe if you can believe it! My two favorite Australians are in that group, sorry Hugh.”
“Do you ever stop saying weird shit?” Logan grumbled. “Can you just turn it off, I think half the city can hear you.”
Wade frowned. “Bitch, don’t disrespect the cultural impact of K-Pop. Anyways what would you rather listen to? Top 50 Most Depressing Cowboy Hits?”
“How about silence.”
“Amen to that.” Al muttered from her seat at the table.
“Oh fuck, don’t you two team up on me now.”
Logan looked around for the speaker and lowered the volume to essentially nothing.
Wade just pouted and leaned down to arrange slices of banana on a pancake in the shape of a smiley face. “If I didn’t have to focus right now, you’d be drowning in witty comebacks.”
With a guilty pang, Logan noticed he had changed out of the shirt from last night. The guilt was quickly confused when he realized the new shirt had the words ‘I <3 Wolverine’ on it. Wade’s tongue was poking out slightly in concentration. Logan hadn’t known that was something he did, it made him feel weird inside.
“Ta-Da!” Wade presented the pancakes with a beaming grin, which only added to the weird feeling. Maybe if he strangled Wade it would stop.
Logan let Wade usher him to the table. He nodded a good morning to Althea before remembering that wouldn’t do anything and quickly said “Morning.”
“What are your thoughts on Golden Girls? Wade fucked off right in the middle of our rewatch.” Al said as she felt around for her pancakes. The banana slices on them were in the shape of a dick. Logan glanced at the culprit who only smiled innocently at him.
“Um. I haven’t seen it, so I don’t really have thoughts.” Logan responded, before looking down at his own pancakes. The bananas formed a heart. He cautiously took a bite. It was fucking delicious. That strangling was sounding really good right now.
“Ouch, Wolvie. We’ll be fixing that. But that’s not important right now, what's important is this!” Wade slammed his paper in front of them, causing the plates to shake.
“Is that a drawing of us riding a unicorn?”
“No! Well yes, it is but that’s not the important thing.”
“It looks like a good drawing to me.” Al chimed in.
“Thank you! At least someone here appreciates art- oh wait, fuck off!”
Al snickered.
While Wade continued his one-sided bickering, Logan read the paper. It was a list of to-dos. Some were about things for the dog or groceries they were missing, but most were about him. Get Logan adult people paperwork from the TVA. ID. Driver’s License. Hide the alcohol. Clothes. Ask about favorite foods. Toiletries. It just went on and nowhere was there anything about finding Logan another apartment or even another bed. This wasn’t a list made for someone getting kicked out anytime soon. All around the writing were little shitty drawings of them in their suits. Down the list he went until he saw Fix his suit and he had to tear his eyes away, blinking rapidly.
Logan cleared his throat and started shoving pancake into his mouth.
Wade was talking and it took Logan a moment to realize it was aimed at him. “-can drive us around or we can just carry shit. Might be a lot of bags though. Or we could use Al’s grandma cart, that would be fun. I don’t know, what do you think?”
Logan suddenly stood up from the table, the chair screeching. This was too much. He needed, well he didn’t even know what he needed, but this was overwhelming. This wasn’t what he’d expected when he’d agreed to stay at Wade’s apartment. The thoughtfulness, the company when he hadn’t been around people in so long, the music he could still hear, the sweet smell of pancakes after living in a shithole for years. He needed to get away from it. He started walking for the door. Wade was talking again, he was always talking.
“Woah, hey, where are you going? We don’t have to use the grandma cart.” Logan could hear the worry behind the flippant attitude and took a breath.
“I’ll be back.” He gritted out. He took a few more breaths. “I’ll be back, just… just give me a moment.”
He walked the rest of the way to the door. Some hazy part of him heard Wade say “Don’t worry, he’s just going out for milk. My dad did that once.” and heard Al scoff in response. He left the apartment and started rushing down the stairs. The dog's barks rang through the stairwell after him, chasing him, reminding him that he was running away again.
Logan burst through the door to the street and gasped for air. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. But being outside didn’t help, it was even louder out here. Traffic rumbling, people walking by giving him strange looks, it smelled like trash. It’d been so long since he’d lived in a city, he felt more out of place now than if he’d stayed in the apartment.
He shuffled back from the sidewalk and sat down heavily on the doorstep.
Logan leaned his head back on the door. He would go back. He had meant it when he said it, but now he felt like a fool for running off like that. He just couldn’t take it, all the kindness. He didn’t deserve it. Didn’t deserve Wade’s lists and jokes or Al’s warm smiles, hell he didn’t even deserve that stupid rat of a dog liking him so much. He’d stabbed Wade last night and what had Wade done? Held his fucking hand, the same hand that had hurt him so much before. He was a monster, the shittiest Wolverine in the multiverse.
But.
But Wade wanted him there. He so clearly wanted him there with his to-dos and hugs and laughter and Logan had sworn he wouldn’t walk away from a friend ever again, not when they wanted him to stay. He only had one friend in the whole fucking world now, he wouldn’t fuck it up this time. He would go back. He just wanted a moment.
But it was difficult to get a moment in the loudest goddamn city in America.
The door opened and Logan fell backwards with a grunt.
“Whoopsies.” Wade quickly helped him up, while the dog tried to lick Logan’s face.
“Sorry to interrupt your dramatic storming out, just taking little Mary here out for a piss. You’re coming too. I need you to scare away the big dogs. Also, I thought you might want this.” Wade shoved a jacket into his hands.
Right. He was still wearing that stupid meowing shirt. That might explain some of the weird looks actually. Logan quickly zipped it up. Wade was already walking away, Mary trotting on her leash beside him happily.
For once Logan found himself following without complaint. Sometimes you just got swept up in the hurricane that was Wade Wilson and had no choice but to follow. But Logan found he didn’t really mind.
Before long, they ended up at a park. It wasn’t huge, but it was pretty. He could see the sky between the oak trees and surrounded by the greenery it was somehow easier to breathe. It was quieter here too. Most importantly it was familiar. It wasn’t blaring noise and metal walls, it was simply what he’d see every day back in that shitty small town he’d hid himself in. Trees, flowers, the blue sky.
Logan leaned his head back and took a deep breath. This was better.
“I thought that might help.”
Logan turned to look at Wade, who was carrying Mary in his arms and stage whispering to her. “Looks like I need to take you and our little honey badger out for walks.”
Logan just growled and walked away. There was a bench facing the enclosed dog area. He sat down with a groan to watch Wade release Mary into the dog park (after lots of pep-talking and kissing her head).
Wade sat down at his side and sniffled. “They grow up so fast.”
Together they watched Mary Puppins play with the other dogs. Turns out Logan wasn’t needed cause she was quite capable of scaring away the big ones.
“We’ll have to come here a lot, you know. Owning a dog is a big responsibility.”
Logan grunted in response. His eyes were closed. He was listening to the birds and the wind rustling through the leaves.
“And we could go upstate sometimes too, get her even more room. I’ve always wanted to go camping!” Wade laughed. “Okay, that’s a fucking lie. But I could give Jason a run for his money, scare the shit out of some teenagers. I would make a great slasher villain. You know, if you combined us we’d basically be Freddy Krueger. I’ve got the stunning face, you’ve got the knife hands, we just need the fedora.”
Logan just grunted again. He knew what Wade was getting at, how could he not? It was… nice of him and the mental image of Deadpool camping was a fun one. He didn’t know what to say in return.
He felt Wade fidget beside him. “Thank you for your brilliant input. Alright, what I’m trying to say is I know you like to hang out in hillbilly ass towns and while I am not taking you back to a red state, we can still find a way to provide for your small-town girl gene.”
Logan nodded, his eyes still closed. Okay, maybe it was just fun to make him squirm a bit. Ignoring Wade was always the most effective way of teasing him.
“You don’t need to live in a lonely world anymore, Peanut. You’ve got your city boy from South Canada now. We’ve taken the midnight train and- oh my god just say something or I swear to God I will sing the entire song in front of all these dog moms.”
Logan opened his eyes finally and gave the smallest of smiles. He hesitated, then put a hand on Wade’s shoulder. “Thank you.”
Wade blinked in surprise but quickly recovered with a smirk.
“No problem. I love taking my little honey badger out for some enrichment time outside his enclos-”
Logan shoved him off the bench.
They went back to the apartment and got dressed. Logan borrowed some clothes from Wade, a bit too long and a bit too tight.
Their first task was at the TVA. Wade believed they could magic up some paperwork that would actually let him exist in this universe. As they made their way down into the fake subway station, Logan tried to shake off some nerves. What would they want in return for letting him stay? Or what if they had changed their minds and decided to make him leave?
Wade led him through a few twists and turns in the subway. Logan had no idea how he knew where they were going. All the hallways and doors they went through looked the same to him until it felt like they were walking in a weird liminal space. Familiar yet deeply unsettling. Right when Logan was about to start grumbling about how they were lost, Wade opened a door and the scenery completely changed to a vintage-looking and very orange waiting room.
“Holy shit. How did you know where to go?” He asked.
Wade shrugged. “I just kinda guessed and thought about the place real hard. I’m glad we found it, I was about to start clicking my heels three times.”
Logan rolled his eyes to the sky. There was not enough patience in the world to deal with this man.
Across the room, there was a large desk with a young woman sitting behind it. She had a frankly huge beehive hairdo and long nails that clacked on her keyboard as she typed. There was bubble gum smacking behind her bright red lips. She did not pay any attention to them in the slightest.
Wade strode up confidently. “Morning, Dolly. We could use some help getting my friend here a few things he needs to get settled. He recently moved universes, typical stuff. Your boss told us we could come here if we needed anything.”
Ms. Bubblegum did not look up from her computer. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes, absolutely. It’s just under the name ‘We saved the fucking world, please let us in.’ Thanks.”
She blew a pink bubble and popped it loudly, not once pausing her typing.
“I’m not a huge fan of ASMR, so if we could speed this up that’d be great.”
Clickity clack. Pop!
Wade growled in frustration and gave Logan a desperate look.
Logan stepped up to the desk and cleared his throat, trying to think of something to say.
At the new noise, Ms. Bubblegum’s eyes glanced up and then widened. She looked him up and down, her mouth dropping open slightly. She fumbled for the rotary phone next to her. “I’ll call someone up.”
“Unbelievable.” Wade muttered.
After a few minutes, an orange rectangle zipped open in front of the wall closest to them. Out stepped a very short figure with a severely cut bob and a chunky pair of glasses. They smiled at the two men. “Mr. Deadpool, Mr. Wolverine, if you would just come with me.” They began to walk down the hallway.
Logan and Wade glanced at each other and followed.
“My name is Discord. I have taken Paradox’s place as the new manager of this timeline.”
“Holy Celestia. Discord like from My Little Pony?” Wade ran to catch up.
“No, Mr. Deadpool. I’m not quite sure what that is.”
“So, Discord like the app then?”
“No, Mr. Deadpool.”
“Discord like-”
“Just Discord! It’s just Discord. It doesn’t come from anywhere.”
Logan bit back a smile. Wade’s antics were much more enjoyable when they weren’t aimed at him.
Discord led them to a private office. Sparse in any sort of decoration but comfortable. Logan was glad they weren’t going back to the walkway room with all the screens. He didn’t have the best memories there.
Discord sat behind their desk in a much taller chair that brought them to face level and gestured at the chairs in front.
“So, I understand you’re here looking for some paperwork, birth certificate, driver’s license, and the like. My secretary Cynthia will get all that for you. I’m sorry we weren’t able to get that to you right away, things have been hectic in this department since…”
“Since Sir Britain decided to destroy an entire universe so he could get a promotion?” Wade suggested.
“Well, yes.”
Wade gasped as he noticed the Newton’s cradle pendulum on the desk and immediately started playing with it. Oh great, they were getting no peace now.
Discord ignored him valiantly and continued. “We will also give you some money to help you get started here. Will you be needing somewhere to stay as well?”
“Nope, we’ve got that covered.” Wade answered immediately, still watching the little metal balls go back and forth.
“I also heard your suit was destroyed after your heroism. We have an in-house tailor that could-”
“Nope, absolutely not. If that man was handsy with me, I do not want to see how he gets with angel face over here.”
“What do you mean handsy?” Logan butted in quickly.
“I mean that he was like five seconds from shoving his hand down my pants.”
“He was what?” Logan stood up, trying to calculate in his mind how quickly he could find this guy.
“Oh, sit down Prince Charming. I appreciate the chivalry, but it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Not that big of a deal?”
“Yes, Peanut.” Wade grabbed his arm and pulled him back into his seat. “I didn’t mind. If I had wanted to kill that guy, I would’ve. So relax.”
Logan reluctantly sat back down. Not a big deal. Was he serious?
Discord was glancing back and forth between them with a confused look. “Are you two… nevermind. I will see that he’s fired. Is there anything else you need, Mr. Wolverine?”
“No and stop calling me that.” Logan grumbled.
“Oh. Of course. If that’s all you need, I have a few things I’d like to discuss with you both.” They reached for some papers in a cabinet and shuffled through them.
“First I have to ask Mr- erm, Logan. The TVA is not particularly experienced in moving people to different timelines, usually, that’s exactly what we’re trying to prevent. So we must be careful that removing you from your timeline doesn’t cause any unexpected ripples or damage. Do you have any unfinished business in your previous timeline?”
“Like a ghost.” Wade whispered, his arms folded on the desk with his chin resting on top so he could stare at the pendulum.
Logan shuffled in his seat. The thing with the fucking tailor had thrown him off and he was still trying to stamp down the feelings he couldn’t put a name to.
Unfinished Business. What the fuck did that even mean? He had nothing left for him in that timeline, nothing at all. And the TVA made it clear that they knew that when they had waved his failures around.
“No.” He answered shortly.
Discord made a little note on one of the papers. Shit, he needed to calm down, he felt like he could grab that pen and launch it through the wall at any moment.
“Then there’s the matter of your friends in the void. Most of them are going back to their own universes but one is from this timeline and has requested to be returned to it. X-23 or Laura will be brought here tomorrow. She had a personal relationship with the Logan from this timeline so we wondered if you’d like to help her get situated.”
Jesus, couldn’t they ask Wade a fucking question? Logan felt like his head was spinning from the speed of this conversation.
Laura. She was the girl who had spoken to him by the campfire. The one who saw right through him. The one with his claws and his powers and the same tired anger in her eyes that he saw in the mirror every day. He wanted desperately to ask what their relationship had been to each other but he was terrified of hearing the answer he already suspected.
He couldn’t possibly replace her Wolverine. Not the Wolverine that was so great, the world apparently started to collapse without him. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to see her again.
“Does she have anyone else?” Wade asked.
“Not that we know of. She was pruned in Canada but she’s asked to be brought here. I believe she wishes to join Xavier’s School for Gifted Children.”
Logan’s breath caught in his throat. Fuck, he needed a drink.
He couldn’t help her be an X-Men. He’d failed his school and he hadn’t dared let himself think about visiting this one.
But Discord had said she didn’t have anyone else. And it’s not like they were asking him to go to the school with her, only to help her when she got back to this timeline. He didn’t know exactly what he’d say, but he wanted to talk to her. He wanted to thank her for sitting beside him and listening. He didn’t know where the hell he’d be if he hadn’t gotten in the trunk of that van and helped the team beat Cassandra.
“Yes.” Logan answered, though he’d long lost track of what the question had been. “We’ll pick her up tomorrow.”
Wade looked at him in surprise while Discord scribbled away. The stupid pendulum was still clicking incessantly. Logan grabbed it and placed it on his side of the desk. Wade pouted.
“One last thing,” Discord started, putting down their pen. “It’s been noted that you both have shown some interest in continuing to help the TVA. I understand that you’ve worked as a mercenary before, Mr. Deadpool. We have plenty of missions that could use men of your skill sets and we’d be willing to compensate you extremely well.”
Logan sighed. There it was. Nothing came without a price. The TVA was giving him a chance at a new life even though by all logic they should just send him back to his own timeline. Every kindness required payment and Logan was all too familiar with the payment people sought from him. It was just a fact of life that his debts were always repaid with blood.
He opened his mouth to say ‘Fine.’ but Wade lightly smacked him with the back of his hand. “Hold on there, soldier.” He turned back to Discord. “What kind of jobs are we talking about here?”
“There are time anomalies that must be controlled. Our agents typically deal with them but there is always more work to be done. We’ve become more lenient on pruning, however, that doesn’t mean we can just allow timelines to be messed with.”
“And what exactly are these time anomalies? Because Paradox seemed fairly happy to apply that term to my entire fucking universe.”
“Paradox was a rogue agent acting outside the realm of the TVA.”
“But Paradox didn’t prune every person in the Void, did he? That was you people.”
“Mr. Deadpool, you met Cassandra. Not all the beings in the void are benevolent, many wish to do serious harm to worlds like yours.”
“Okay yes, I’ll give you that, she was fucking crazy but she might not have been that way if she’d been raised with her brother, with a family.”
“And we’re just supposed to take that risk? When we know the harm these people can cause?”
Back and forth they went until Logan stopped listening. He felt a bit guilty for almost signing on so fast now that Wade was bringing all this up. He was just so used to being used as a weapon that he’d expected some sort of mission to be dropped on them.
He thought back to this morning. Wade dancing in the kitchen making pancakes, walking in the park with Mary. He thought of last night and the promise he’d made. The way they’d fallen asleep wrapped around each other and never mentioned it in the morning. He thought of seeing Laura again tomorrow.
Maybe he didn’t need to be a weapon anymore.
“We’ll think about it.” Logan stated, interrupting them both.
“We- we will?” Wade faltered.
“Yes. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got a shit ton of stuff to do today.”
“We do?”
“Yup.” Logan stood up. “Let’s go, bub.”
Discord frowned as they began to leave. “Fine.” They said shortly, Wade had clearly drained them of all politeness. “You know where to find us. Cynthia will give you your items.”
Logan nodded and opened the door. Wade gave Discord a final glare. “Thanks for everything, Edna Mode. And by the way, it’s Dr. Deadpool.”
Discord’s eyes widened and they frantically shuffled through their papers to see where they’d missed that. Logan snorted and walked back out through the hallway to the waiting room.
Ms. Bubblegum (or Cynthia he supposed) handed him a manila envelope with various papers and IDs inside as well as a smaller envelope with enough cash to help Wade and Althea with rent for a few months. Logan nodded and gruffly thanked her before heading for the door they’d entered the TVA from. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be as confusing on the way out.
“Goodbye, Cynthia!” Wade shouted as he passed her, obnoxiously loud.
He was completely ignored.
Logan tried not to smile. He should ask the girl for lessons.
Wade grumbled under his breath as he joined Logan at the door. Logan propped it open and gestured for Wade to go through. “You go ahead. I got one last thing to do.”
Wade laughed. “Nice try, Peanut, but you are not murdering that tailor. Let’s go.” He grabbed Logan’s arm and forced him through the door, before slamming it shut behind them.
Logan glared at him the whole walk back.
They went back to the apartment where Logan forced Wade to unhide the alcohol, he’d had more emotional conversations this week than in the last couple of years combined. He’d only been allowed a small drink though because Wade was adamant about him not being drunk for their ‘shopping trip’ as he called it. So after a drink and a cigar, they continued making their way through Wade’s list. They borrowed the grandma cart from Althea, which was just a small foldable shopping cart and headed out.
They used some of Logan’s newly acquired cash to get groceries and dog supplies. Logan restrained Wade from spending all their money at the pet store by promising to try on some clothes for him later.
They got Logan his own blankets and pillow and toiletries. He was extremely grateful he wouldn’t have to use the mysterious toothbrush anymore. Wade spent their walk around the grocery store quizzing him on all his favorite foods. Logan claimed he had none but really he’d just never had to voice his opinions on food too much. Eventually, they left with ingredients for steak, pork ramen, and shepherd’s pie as well as Wade’s usual groceries. Logan was hesitant to see Wade’s attempts at full meals, anyone could make pancakes and he just couldn’t see Wade being great at cooking. But Wade had just seemed so excited about cooking for him that he’d let it go.
They ate lunch at a taco spot Wade loved. The owner’s granddaughter was serving at the counter and she waved with familiarity when Wade came in.
“Hola! Por favor un pollo taco!” Wade said in absolutely butchered Spanish.
Logan made a face and backed up quickly. Maybe if they were far enough apart he could pretend they hadn’t walked in together.
“Gracias, mi amiga!” He continued. Holy shit, maybe Logan should tape his mouth shut again.
The girl at the counter just laughed and rolled her eyes. “Quit making your friend think you’re racist, Wade.”
Wade pouted. “You're no fun, Alicia.” He then proceeded to order in perfect Spanish and ask Alicia how her grandpa was doing. Logan struggled to keep the surprise from his face.
The tacos were delicious but it was even nicer to just sit and talk. They hadn’t really had the chance to hold a conversation like normal people since they’d met. The more he talked to Wade the more he found himself reluctantly enjoying it. The stupid bastard was actually really funny sometimes. Logan made sure to stop himself from laughing too much though, he was sure Wade would be even more insufferable if he knew Logan thought he was funny.
After, they went to get Logan some clothes. He was forced to model in front of Wade just like he’d promised. The idiot would make him turn in circles so he could see from all angles and rate the outfit like it was couture and not some fucking flannel. That only worked twice before Logan lost his patience and got them kicked out of the store. Apparently, throwing a mannequin at someone was not acceptable behavior.
Eventually, the grandma cart was full and most of the items on Wade’s list were crossed off. They’d even gotten him a phone, the process of which had aged Logan another 200 years. It was dark and the streets were mostly empty. He was more than ready to go back to the apartment.
Logan was reading through the list as they walked back and his eye caught on the same to-do as the first time he read it. Fix his suit. That suit meant everything to him. It was the one thing he’d brought with him from his world, from his X-Men, and it’d been destroyed. He’d been trying very hard not to think about it.
“How exactly are you planning on fixing the suit? The top kinda got… obliterated.”
Wade sighed dreamily. “Yes, yes it did.”
“Do you know someone that makes suits or something?” Logan hoped it wasn’t anyone at the school.
“Yup! You’re looking at him.”
Logan laughed before catching the serious look on Wade’s face. “Are you fucking serious?”
“Dead serious, honey badger. I made my own suit when I first started out. It’s only recently that got this fancy professional hero shit.”
“There’s no way.”
“Um, yes way. Peter literally has the suit, I can get him to show you.”
“How the hell did you learn to do that?”
“I’m Deadpool by day and Dragpool by night. Queens save a lot of money by making their own outfits, you know.”
Logan raised an eyebrow. “Come on, I thought we were trying to learn about each other. It’s an easy question.”
“I could be totally serious.” Wade mumbled, but he sighed and tapped his fingers on the cart as they walked.
Logan waited.
“My grandma taught me to sew. She was a seamstress. She used to take me to the shop, make me help her. She thought it’d keep me out of trouble.” Wade’s voice was quiet. Logan had never heard him like this.
“What was she like?”
Wade gave a small smile. “She was such a bitch. She’d give her opinion on everything and never took shit from anyone. My mom used to get pissed at what she’d let me do. Said that sewing and gymnastics weren't for little boys. But she could never beat my grandma in an argument.” Wade swallowed roughly. Logan had to walk closer to hear him. “But she was kind. And funny. She liked to help people, liked to make them laugh.”
“Sounds like you.”
Wade’s face scrunched up. “I’m not like her. She would never hurt anyone.”
Logan struggled to think of something to say. He hadn’t expected an answer like this, he shouldn’t have pressured Wade into talking about it. Words failed him, all he could think to do was put his hand over Wade’s where it was holding the cart.
“She died when I was 14. My mom sent me to live with my uncle after that so he could repair the damage. He taught me all I know about being a dick!” Wade attempted his usual nonchalance but Logan couldn’t say he succeeded. He just squeezed his hand tighter.
“Anyways, I have actually made drag outfits, just so you know. It was good extra cash in between mercenary gigs. There’s a club a few blocks away from here. I should take you one day, they would love you. Fair warning though, they will absolutely attempt to make you move in with them so you can’t forget that I’ve already kidnapped you.”
Logan let go of Wade’s hand and let him have his escape.
They made their way back into the apartment, Wade babbling about the drag club and Logan doing his best to ask questions. They shuffled through the door as quietly as they could in case Althea was sleeping, not that it mattered with Dogpool yapping at the top of her lungs as soon as they made it inside.
Logan put on his own pajamas, used his own toothbrush, and wrapped himself in his own blanket. Wade hadn't felt like talking tonight. Logan could hear the air conditioning humming and Al’s snoring from the other room. The noises were new but they were comforting. This place was comforting and he wouldn’t mind getting used to it. He glanced at Wade sleeping beside him. No, he wouldn't mind at all.