Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

5

"I can feel your eyes on my ass."

She was trying to sound annoyed but Wade could hear the smile forming on her face as she said it. He had been trailing a few steps behind her on their way to find whichever seedy watering hole Logan was abusing his indestructible liver in. He was pretending to just let her take the lead since she "knew the terrain better" but really he just wanted to take her all in and not get scowled at. Her suit was full body catsuit in a shade of green so deep, in some lights it could almost look black. The latex was shiny enough for Wade to see his reflection on her ass looking back at himself. For secret identity purposes she wears a cute little eye mask made of the same wet looking material as the suit.

So precious that she thinks that's sufficient enough for a disguise. This ain't a Cinderella story where Chad Michael Murray isn't going to be able to tell that you're Hillary Duff. That never made sense to me... unlike my toupee. No one had any idea about that. That was a real disguise.

"I'm sorry Demeter, if there is another place you want me to place my focus on you're gonna have to turn around and show me."

"Oh god, tell me you weren't a greek mythology kid."

"I had a thirst for knowledge because daddy never loved me." He speeds up his pace to end up walking next to her, snaking his hand around her waist. He expects her to jab that freakily pointy elbow of hers into his rib cage, but she doesn't. In fact he could've sworn she leans into it just a little.

She absolutely did, that's my baby.

She stops walking as they approach this dingy shithole infested with barflies and booze hounds. The dark rotting wood juxtaposed against the multicolored Christmas lights really drives home the seedy vibes. Wade is only somewhat paying attention to the bar they're loitering in front of, his main concern is the feeling of his hand touching her waist. The way she let him touch her without any response or rebuttal makes him so curious. What was she thinking? Did she even notice his arm resting on the small of her back? It was killing him that he couldn't read her mind, she normally hasn't had any trouble expressing her feelings. Whether it be vicious jabs with her mouth or a fucking tree branch.

"What's on your mind babygirl?" Her teasing snapped him back to reality and he saw that blanket of red resting on her cheeks. She was just trying to be coy again. Pretending her focus was on the trek to her local bar so she wouldn't get caught being flustered by the contact. When she notices he's staring at her knowingly she accidentally blushes harder. She thought she was doing so well at being nonchalant. She nudged him in the side with the aforementioned needle point elbow, which he took as his sign to release her from his hold. She looked back up at him, a glint of playfulness in her eyes.

You could cut the sexual tension with a fucking knife. Time stopping, romantic soundtrack blaring, "I only see you and no one else in this universe when we are standing so close together" kind of shit. I swear if I knew she was feeling the way I was, I would've fucked her against the wall she was leaning on.

"If I was a betting woman, I'd say he's in here. Every other bar nearby is a millennial, post modern, open concept, Pinterest, elderflower cocktail cluster fuck."

Wade opens the door and of course, there he is. In all of his fork fingered sex god glory. A pile of empty glasses are stacked to his right and to his left is an empty seat.

Undoubtedly for moi.

"Peanut, how I must detest your taste in taverns. What the hell are you drinking?" Wade takes the glass out of Logan's hand and smells it like he's at a wine tasting. "This is swill my beloved." He sits down next to the man dressed in a yellow and blue suit.

Logan grunts in response but puts a hand on Wades thigh and gives it a squeeze.

"Did you find the flytrap or what?"

Wade turns his head to make sure she was still safely standing within reach, and when he catches her eye he signals her over with two fingers. Sending an army of butterflies to rip through her stomach.

"Hi, um, it's nice to meet you. I'm -"

"I don't care." Logan hardly looks at her. Not in a malicious way, but in a "I could fucking care less who you are" kind of way. It immediately makes her feel like crying. This is the same girl responsible for the public execution of Petroleum Corp's CEO, ready to bawl over this guy not being nice to her.

She's so cute.

"Logan, this is The Botanist." Wade grabs her hand and pulls her close to him, which immediately dissolves the lump in her throat.

"Oh god," she groans and puts a green gloved hand over her face. "That's what they're calling me? The botanist? Why wouldn't anyone consult me first? Maybe I already had a cool name picked out!"

"Did you?" Wade cocks his head at her sideways.

"That's not the point. Deadpool, Wolverine, and the fucking Botanist? I sound like a geek."

"Baby, I saw the science awards in your boudoir. You are a geek."

Logan takes notice at the pet name and removes his hand from Wades thigh. Which Wade immediately reaches for and puts right back. "On the topic, you've tied me up with foliage but have neglected to even tell me your first name ."

"You've been with her for almost 24 hours and you don't know her fucking name?"

"It didn't organically come up. What we are experiencing goes beyond the monotonous small talk."

"You're a fucking moron."

"No Wolvey baby, I'm living in the moment."

"It's Faye."

The men stop their bickering and they both look at her. Wade's stare feels familiar at this point, comforting even. But this is the first time Logan truly puts his eyes on her. They dart down and back up so quickly, she thinks she could've imagined it.

"Wade Winston Wilson, nice to meet you Faye." He shakes her hand and kisses down her arm like a cartoon or Gomez Addams. She playfully swats him away and looks towards Logan again. His gaze back on his glass filled with murky brown liquor.

"What're you drinking, kid?" His tone not friendly per se, but not as callous as before. She takes a second to notice his hands on Wade and Wade's hands on her. It intoxicated her enough to feel a buzz before she even started drinking.

Maybe this heroes journey isn't such a waste of time.

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Hi! Thank you so much for all of the love on this! I plan on having longer chapters and don't worry the smut is coming. This is my first try at fan fiction and I'm just having fun hehe. I hope you're enjoying the OC and the throuple of it all.