Wild ride
Peter awoke to sound that he was rather familiar with, his dreaded alarm. Peter rolled over, snuggling into his blankets virtually becoming a blanket tangled burrito.
“Rinnnngggggggg!!!!”
Peter sighed, groaning before slowly sitting up blankets falling off his shoulders. Looking over he saw his phone that it wasn’t his regular alarm it was his phone ringing for a call, he had to double check that he got the caller right. Fucking, Wolverine, why the hell was Logan calling him at, 6pm. Peter guessed he’d found out when he picked up, slightly stretching he grabbed his phone, lifting it up to his ear reluctantly. Laying back down ready to go back to sleep at a moment’s notice the second Peter hears when the mission is.
“Hello? What’s up, I was sleeping-“, Peter says slightly annoyed.
“Hey bugbrain, I got an emergency out here, best get ready.”, Logan huffed, “hope your ready to get down and dirty.”
Peter shot straight up, not completely expecting to be needed right away. Peter might be tired but he’s still a hero he needs to help people, he can only sleep without guilt, and abandoning Logan wouldn’t let him sleep without guilt.
“Where you need me to come? I’ll get there as fast as I can, do you need me to suit up?”, Peter rushed out, jumping out of bed, though it was more similar to tripping, he caught himself from hitting the floor.
“Either is fine, you know that bar over by the alley where we got shot at that one time? Over there that bar called, uhhhh-er, Beerpong gallery? Yeah that’s the one, meet me up there.”, Logan groaned into the phone.
“On it I’ll be there as fast as I can swing!” Peter replied, hanging up,
Peter rushed to his closet, reaching to the top of the small space grabbing his suit out of a shoe box he kept it in. Pulling his costume was always a hassle when he was really tired, the spandex always scrunched up on his ankles. After peter struggled for a full minute he slipped it on, slipping on his mask. Opening his bedroom apartment window he slipped out with years of practice and experience, leaping with enough grace and skill to make a lemur jealous. Peter snapped out webs with ease from how long he’d been doing this, swinging and falling. As he swung along he’d see a citizen or two waving, and occasionally shouting greeting peter.
Peter went as fast as he could on the webs, he could feel the wind whipping against his body. Eventually he spotted Logan down on the ground in an alley by the bar he had mentioned, crawling down the wall he came up next to Logan.
“Hey Wolvey, how’s the pack? Where are the other x-men, unless it’s just us for the mission, everyone’s favorite duo.”, Peter spoke.
“Finally got here web head, took you long enough.” Logan grumbled.
“Well I can only swing so fast you know, it takes awhile.”, Peter retorted.
“Well to be honest, there’s no mission I just needed a buddy to spend my birthday with”
Wolverine shrugged.
Peters eyes widened, astonished that Wolverine of all people was asking HIM, damn Spider-man. Peter considered leaving for a spilt second, then decided to stay as it must be important to Logan. Peter looked Logan up and down, Logan looked as ragged as always. He was wearing dull used jeans, black tank top and basic long sleeved plaid jacket. Not looking different than normal sometimes Peter is convinced that Logan doesn’t have more than four outfits, as other than his costume, Peter has only ever seen him in three other outfits besides the one he’s wearing now. Peter swayed his head for a minute before sighing and nodding, motioning for Logan to show him were to go.
“Knew you’d be too polite to refuse, I’d drag you’d back here anyway.”, Logan snorted, “Come on now, I seen you put away food like a rabid animal, hope you can put beer down the same way.”
Logan turned to the other wall of the alley, leading to a door to the entrance of a bar that looked more like a place someone would get some new mutated disease than get drunk. Peter reluctantly followed taking planned steps slightly scared he might step in some unknown substance. Peter entered the building, it looked like this was the place that the rabies was born. Looking closer the place it wasn’t as bad as he initially thought, it had a nice pine wood bar, worn red leather, partially rusted iron. In all honesty the place smelled like mildew and old shoe polish, Peter had slight regret for agreeing, but felt that Logan was more important.
The bartender didn’t ever look up, grunting before grabbing two glasses filling them to the brim with some cheap off brand beer. Logan slammed down into a barstool, snatching the glass, glancing over to Peter before throwing it back and downing it like he’d never had a drink before. Peter looked around one final time before sitting next to Logan, he looked at the beer he’d been given before dismissing it.
“Why not with the other X-men? Why me, thought you didn’t like me all that much honestly.”, Peter said with curiosity.
Logan looks over with a grin, a wolf like grin, snorting. Peter looked less than amused, Logan squinting looked Peter up and down.
“Cause their family, you and me? We friends, plus your the only person who thinks I’m truly good, plus out of all the hero’s your one of the only ones without a stick up your ass, you a real good fella- Hell you can stand Deadpool, even get him to change a bit. Your a true hero, not in it for money, fame, or anything else, you do it because someone needs to be responsible. I seen your hell of a life and you still give everything up for everyone else.”, Logan looked at Peter with true honesty.
“Well thanks, for what’s it’s worth, Happy Birthday Logan. You can have my beer, I don’t drink you know.”, Peter responded.
Peter felt that Logan was a bit lonely, looking down at his hands. The gloves looked kind of constraining, he felt the weight of Logan’s words. Peter looked at Logan before swiveling the stool around it squeaked with the grace of a dying mouse. Peter winces about the sound, looking to Logan with an apologetic smile, Logan glanced over with a smirk.
“So I suppose I should’ve brought a gift, sorry I didn’t, but then again you kind of sprung this on me. I got an idea, I could get us some grub you know? What do you think of swinging there, I could give you a piggyback ride, bet you never been that high or fast.”, Peter smirked.
“Sure thing let me finish your beer, bet even from that high I won’t be able to see the height of your ego.” Logan snorted with gusto before snatching what was supposed to be Peters beer.
Both of the hero’s stood up, nodding to the bartender Logan turned to exit. Peter briefly wondered about paying, but the bartender would’ve stopped them if it mattered. Peter trailer after Logan, exiting the old creaky building. Peter walked out taking a closer look at the nasty alleyway, he went up the wall to avoid having to walk on the ground. “What? Scared of a little mystery liquid, it only smells like death and misery.”
Peter shook his head, grumbling, crawling against the wall going along as Logan walked. Peter hopped down when they reached the edge of the alley, quickly straightening himself up. Peter turned to Logan before turning back around, crouched down he motioned for Logan to hop on his back. Logan huffed before clinging onto Peter, once secure he leaped up shooting out a web. Shooting across the street on webs.
“What The Hell?! Why the FUCK would you do this willingly? DONT FUCKING DROP ME-!”, Logan gripped Peter with a grip strong enough to bend a door in half.
Peter swung with as much grace as one can when carrying a wolverine on his back. He went as fast as he could, going along closer to the building, genuinely hoping he didn’t drop Logan