SUPrISEEE
Reader, did you hear it? What did Logan say? Didn’t I do the best surprise ever? I didn’t read the last chapter…I don't read much. Ooooo! The look on his face tells me it all. I did a good job. I just know I did. Look at his face, it’s getting all red!! Awwwwww hes blushing for widdle ole me!. #deadclaws people. Get it trending. Oh! Hes coming over to me. Get ready for the most passionate th-
Logan grabs Wade by his costume,
“Oooooh, this is getting good.” The merc coos.
And drags him outside into the alley way.
“If you wanted to ma-” “Shut. up.” Howlett says as his claws start to peak out of his hand.
“Did I miss read the ro-”
“Where is Steve? Are you goin around hurtin-”
Deadpools hands go up, “WOAH Woah woah there peanut, I just wanted to visit a friend-"
“We aren’t friends, bub.”
“Of mine. Just had to do a few loops to get this little playdate to happen. You can unpin me now… unless you want to-”
“Why do you have Steve’s phone?”
“A certain archer owed me a favor.”
Logan looks in disbelief. Barton… count your fucking days.
“Would you believe his hands aren’t only good at a bow,” a look of disgust appears on the Wolverines face, “great at stealing stuff… Get your mind out of the gutter. I can be dumb but I'm not going to hit on the guy dating the literal Winter Soldier. I can't be killed but I bet that hydra bot could figure out a way.”
Logan gives Wade a slight push against the wall, lets go of his costume and turns to leave.
Wade runs his hand down his costume, smoothing out the wrinkles his best friend just put into his suit.
“Where are you going? We have a whole day planned!!!” Deadpool follows after Wolverine. “We were going to share a milkshake!”
Logan puts his key into his motorcycle.
“Come on Honey Badger! What do you have to lose?”
Click.
Wolverine hops on.
“Come on #deadclaws remember?”
With the purr of the motor, Logan is gone. Wade stares. Looking to see where he might go
DAMN IT. well if he doesn’t want to go out with me, i'll go to him….
Wade fishes out Captain Roger’s phone from his pocket.
“J.A.R.V.I.S. text Clint Barton.”
No response.
“Eh HMMM J.A.R.V.I.S.”, Wade says in his best Chris Evans impression, “ text Clint Barton.”
Once again…. Met with nothing.
“Fuck it fine!”
Deadpool has to go through the torture of manually finding a contact. IT IS!
Clint Barton
Hey there Merida! I need you to do another favorrrrrrr -
:D-
-…
-What now?
Whatz Wolvies addy?-
;Pc -
-Let me guess? He didn’t enjoy you catfishing him?
He just needs to give me a chance!-
Answer my question!-
-Here: Logan Howlett’s apartment.
Silence. Closed blinds. Broken alarm.
Why did I come home? Why didn’t I just go to a different cafe? Logan imagines how good the sun felt on his skin. The warmth of that caress. All I need to do is open the blinds.
Yet, Logan stays standing in front of his door… he sighs…He walks to his bed instead, this time avoiding the pieces of plastic littered on the ground.
It’s a different type of comfort. He’s not fully sure if it is comfort. He doesn’t feel the same joy as he did with the sunlight. He feels the familiarity. He smells the amount of hours he has layed this bed. His sweat from nightmares that are caked into his sheets. That's not comfort.
It’s limbo. it‘s sad. It sucks.