Part 1
The smell of bacon hit Wade's nostrils as he woke.
He was slowly getting used to the fact that his new roommate, oh my god they were roommates, loved cooking.
He shoved his bare feet into his neon pink crocs and grabbed a wooly cardigan before he went through to the kitchen.
He and Logan had been working some mercenary jobs and now could afford to have separate rooms, not that it stopped Logan slipping into Wade's room when he thought he was asleep for a sneaky cuddle. Wade would never admit it but he loved the snuggles.
Mary Puppins was laying in her bed, snoring, with her little legs twitching. Probably dreaming about chasing rabbits.
"Mornin," came the greeting Logan.
"Morning pookie bear," Wade replied poking Logan in the ribs to watch him squirm. The wrinkles by Logan's eyes crinkled as he tried not to laugh.
"Hey not while I'm cooking. I'm not ruining another pan because of you," Logan tried to sound stern, "Now why don't you go get some plates ready?"
Wade had a foux pout on his face for a moment before bouncing back and grabbing two plates, Al could get a plate when she got back. Logan chuckled seeing the two My Little Pony kiddie plates, and Wades 50 mile wide grin, before piling them high with scrambled eggs, toast and the bacon that had woken Wade.
Logan had just sat down when there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it," Logan said standing right back up glancing at Wade, who seemed completely oblivious to the fact that someone was at the door.
Opening the door he saw a short, bald guy holding a crisp white envelope in his left hand. His right was still raised as if he was going to knock again. The guy was wearing a black turtleneck and black jeans, in the middle of summer.
"Hi, perchance does a Mr W Wilson reside here?" The guy said looking up at Logan. Seriously he had to be 5' tops, maybe 5'1''.
"Who's asking," he snarled, there had been far too many shady guys looking to take down 'The Deadpool freak" at their door recently. Seriously how the fuck were they getting their address?
"Oh. I uh, I was told he could help me," came the somewhat stammered response from the pipsqueak, "assuming he does infact live here could you give him this?" He held out the envelope in his left hand. As soon as Logan had taken it the guy had ran off.
Logan closed the door debating on if he should just throw the letter in the trash.
"Who was it?" Wade asked through a mouthful of food from Logans plate.
"Hey! That's mine." Envelope forgotten Logan ran to save his food from the human labrador who was currently scarfing the lot.
Wade picked up the plate and ran spilling eggs on the floor which Mary quickly woke and ate as any dog would.
Wade had ran to the other side of the sofa knowing it wouldn't stop Logan. He just wanted to see him jump it. Just before Logan's feet hit the floor Wade started half-heartedly running, knowing it was a matter of minutes till his currently snarling roommate would catch him.
Sure enough 3 minutes later Logan had grabbed Wade's waist and knocked him to the floor. If Logan had wanted to save his food it was now a moot point as most of it spilled on the floor next to a giggling Wade's head.
"You're gonna pay for that," Logan growled, trying to sound intimidating. It wasn't working well as Wade could see him trying not to laugh.
He didn't have time to respond as Logan had started poking at his sides, tickling him.
A few minutes later they were both stumbling together into the nearest bedroom unwilling to let the other go. The letter was completely forgotten, still left on the kitchen table where Logan had absentmindedly left it. Mary was having a feast.