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"She said yes!"
Wade was sure that hotdog man did not are at all about this absolutely earth shattering revelation, but fuck that guy he was going to hear about it anyways. And he was going to weep in jealousy.
Same for the woman standing in line, she can be informed too.
"She said yes, you know,"
The woman looked like she was hoping that not looking at Wade would make him leave. Treating him like a wild animal. She clearly did not understand how big of a revelation this was. How beautiful, how important-
Ooh, Wade's hotdog was being handed over. Wade grabbed it and whispered a quick "She said yes," to the hotdog, just because he didn't want to eat a hotdog that didn't know.
Wade made his way in the direction of Logan's apartment. Logan was the last person on the 'tell them that she said yes list'. Wade had decided to save the best for last. Hopefully best. Definitely the best. There was no way he wasn't going to be the best.
Definitely better than Peter, who had been more interested in finding out if the suit meant that Wade was going to be doing more "Deadpool Stuff", and if he could join. Obviously there was going to be no "Deadpool Stuff" today, because she had said yes! Wade had plans! Excellent plans!
Wade felt that this situation called for a jaunty heel click jump, so he attempted to do just that, but ended up eating shit on the pavement, and losing his hotdog in the process. Damn, ok, back to the hotdog stand. This news was urgent to deliver, however hotdog would always be more imperative.
The walk of shame back to the hotdog van was painful, though it was brightened by the sheer loathing on the hotdog man's face. Just in case he had forgotten, Wade made sure to whisper "She said yes," into his ear before he left.
***
Logan found that while he enjoyed moving from place to place on a whim, He also enjoyed setting up a place to stay. Maybe in the future he would travel but return to this, or another, house every couple months. Sprucing the place up and maintaining it to his own preferences for comfort was satisfying. Logan had been reupholstering chairs all day, and enjoying almost every moment of it when Wade came to call.
Almost every moment was enjoyable, as mentioned. The last chair he worked on had ended up with its pattern oriented wrong. A wave of frustration traveled under Logan's skin, tensing his muscles as it went. And then, out of instinct from countless previous battles (his body and mind seemed to think everything was a battle, even reupholstering chairs), his claws had descended from his clenched fists. Said claws nicked the fabric of one of the completed chairs which had not previously had any issues with the fabric. Now, he could have thought calmly and gone to the store to buy more fabric. Logan was not particularly accustomed to calm thinking these days.
So, when Wade barged into his house without knocking, he found Logan lying on the smashed and splintered remains of his chairs, staring at the ceiling.
Wade took all this in his stride. Honestly very few things phased him. Someday Logan hoped to completely catch him off guard, though dreaded what would have to be done for this to happen.
Wade was dressed in his Deadpool suit but with his Wade toupee stapled to the top of the mask. He brushed crumbs and bits of hot dog off of his clothes (directly onto Logan's face) , drew in a large breath, and announced: "She said yes!".
Oh. Oh . That was honestly unexpected. Logan had expected it would take longer than a couple months before Vanessa would be willing to marry him. Though Logan supposed that they had already been married once, so this was just reinstating that marriage.
Also, Wade visited Logan every day and regaled him with seemingly any thoughts he was having, and this hadn't come up once in all of his ramblings about how happy he was to be back with Vanessa.
Still, it gave Logan warm and fuzzy feelings in his chest that his friend was properly getting his life back together. Warm and fuzzy things triggered Logan's hunting instincts in real life, but it was impossible to chase and kill an emotion. Logan had tried.
He smiled. An actual smile despite the fact that Wade was an insufferable buffoon. Logan stood and reached his arm out for a manly handshake.
Wade squealed with delight and grabbed his arm, attempting to pull Logan in, but only succeeded in pulling himself towards Logan. Wade then squeezed and wriggled against Logan in a hug that Logan had certainly not been initiating.
"I knew you'd be just as happy as I am! Well, it's all relative. I'm physically jumping for joy, but you are smiling, which is just your version of jumping for joy,"
"Alright bubs enough with the touchy feely. What would your fiancé say if she caught you- Oi! Keep your hands higher than that! Exactly what I was saying; what would Vanessa say if she caught you copping a feel of my ass immediately after you two agreed to get remarried?"
At this Wade did pull away. Well, he pulled his head back, he stubbornly kept every other part of himself pressed against Logan.
He tilted his head, confused.
"What. Me and Vanessa are only back together a couple weeks. No way are we going to be in proposal territory for a good while yet. How fast do you think relationships move, Wolvy?"
Logan did not like being called Wolvy, but there were more important things to worry about there.
"Wait so, if you aren't getting married, what did she say yes to?"
Logan was impressed that he could actually tell that Wade's smile was lecherous even through the mask. Wade's hands began migrating downwards again. Logan broke away from Wade, putting distance between them.
"Well things have been going great with Vanessa, as you know. I'm being more open and emotional, she is getting out the handcuffs near daily-"
"I don't need to know about your sex life, Wade,"
"Well, that's your loss then. Our relationship is closer than ever, and with me being more honest with my wants and desires, I asked her if it would be alright if we boned, and she said yes, so long as you don't have STDs or interrupt date night,"
Wade finished that sentence with a flourish, a tone of finality. As if everything made sense now in the world. As if Logan's world was not tilting to the side.
Logan barely got to figure out if he was going to let out a confused growl or an angry one before Wade grabbed his hand and began walking them both towards Logan's bedroom.
"C'mon, let's go fuck nasty. I've been waiting a long time for this sequel,"
Logan decided to grab a hold of the last thing Wade had said like an anchor in a storm. "Sequel? We haven't done this before,"
"Well I don't know what you would call what we did in that odyssey..."
Wade was still attempting to drag him towards the bedroom, despite the fact that Logan was not budging an inch.
Logan spluttered "Fighting. I would call that fighting. Was that sex for you?"
"Honestly, no. But! I have an open mind and a willing body. I think we could make that sex if we both put our minds to it. On that note maybe we should do it on your conveniently pre-broken furniture here, rather than breaking your undoubtedly flimsy bed frame,"
Logan did not know how the fuck he had ended up calling this imbecile a friend.
Wade attempted to strip out of his suit, but got caught up in it instead, and ended up falling on top of the broken furniture and impaling himself.
It had been so long since Logan had had a true friend. An equal.
Wade worked weirdly well with him. Wade could handle all of Logan's anger, healing from sharp claws and sharp words alike, and still be there. He could pull Logan into and out of a fury within moments, though he did not seem to have control over this ability. Logan was over two hundred years old, and he was sure that Wade would last just as long as he did, even if he would do Logan's head in.
Wade was currently bleeding out impaled on a shard of wood that Logan had created out of rage. And he would heal from it. It was like a metaphor or something. Logan wouldn't know, that wasn't his strength.
Logan pulled the chair leg from Wade's chest.
"No sex, Wade. Want to help me pick out some new chairs?"
"Ooh sounds fun! I'm thinking… mahogany. Maybe a wing back? or are you more of a Queen Anne guy? Don't tell me, I want to guess..."
Maybe Logan would have a chat with Vanessa about Wade.