The Newest Hot Fanfic (Poolverine)

Chapter 10: ''Boss Fights, and Unexpected Feelings? Ugh, Not This Again''

THE AIR IN THE abandoned factory was thick with the stench of oil, rust, and the unmistakable scent of incoming violence. Classic villain hideout material—industrial, poorly lit, and just enough space for a fight to break out in every possible direction.

I scanned the place, my fingers itching for some action, eyes glinting behind my mask. And there, in the middle of the room, stood tonight's mini-boss. A perfect specimen of stereotypical evil overlord vibes, with too much armor and a laugh that was so forced it almost made me cringe.

"Ah, Deadpool," The villain growled, his voice dripping with the kind of melodrama that only a second-tier bad guy could muster. "You've made a grave mistake coming here."

"Oh, have I now?" I grinned, sauntering toward him, swords drawn but not quite ready to slice. "You must be new around here. Lemme guess, your villain origin story involves being bullied in high school for your terrible fashion choices? Because, dude—what is that? Bedazzled shoulder pads? This isn't Mad Max: Disco Edition."

The guy's eyes narrowed, clearly not amused by my fashion critique. He shifted slightly, revealing some kind of oversized, techy-looking weapon strapped to his back. Great. Just what I needed—another man compensating for something with a big gun.

I was mid-roast, already warming up to deliver my pièce de résistance, when Wolverine's gruff voice cut through the air like a jagged claw. "Focus, Wade."

My head snapped toward the sound of Logan's voice. He was standing a few feet away, arms crossed, looking as broody as ever. His whole aura practically screamed "I don't have time for your shenanigans."

And naturally, I took that as a challenge.

"Logan! You're here! I thought I smelled wet dog in the air." I spread my arms wide like I was about to give him a big ol' bear hug, but he just glared at me, as usual. "Y'know, I was just in the middle of—"

"You talk too much," Wolverine growled, cutting me off with a snarl.

I opened my mouth to retort—because, let's face it, I've always got something to say—but in that split second, the villain saw his chance. Before I could even get the words out, Bedazzled Shoulder Pads whipped out his giant weapon with an evil grin that could rival a Saturday morning cartoon baddie.

"Really? That's it?" I blurted out, fully prepared to keep the quips coming. Because who doesn't love taunting the villain when they think they've got the upper hand? It's like the best part of my job. ''That's... probably what she said.''

Except, apparently, this guy had more in store than I bargained for. The weapon hummed to life, glowing ominously, and in one blinding moment, it blasted a bolt of energy right in my direction. My body reacted faster than my brain, but even with my impressive speed, it wasn't fast enough.

Boom.

Pain exploded through my chest as I was flung backward, the force of the blast slamming me into the metal wall behind me. For a moment, everything went white-hot, and then there was nothing but ringing in my ears and the distant sound of metal clattering to the ground.

"Ugh. Damn it," I wheezed, struggling to push myself up. My healing factor was already kicking in, knitting the charred flesh back together, but it hurt like hell. Still, I managed a weak laugh. "Okay, okay, maybe that wasn't all of it..."

I blinked the haze from my eyes, just in time to see Logan charging at the villain like a feral beast, claws extended and slicing through the air with lethal precision. I tried to get to my feet, my legs still a little wobbly from the blast, but the whole world spun like I'd downed a tequila shot too fast.

Before I could find my footing, another blast came my way, and I froze, expecting the worst.

But then—thunk—something heavy slammed into me, but not the painful kind. Instead, it was... Logan?

In one swift motion, Wolverine shoved me to the side, taking the hit meant for me. His body shielded mine, absorbing the impact as the blast struck him square in the chest. I heard a sickening sound—like metal scraping against metal—as he grunted in pain, his body jerking from the force of it. But Logan being Logan, he didn't even flinch as much as you'd expect. A second later, his claws were slicing through the air, and the villain's weapon was in pieces on the floor.

Everything went still, the only sound in the room was Logan's heavy breathing as he stood over the now-defeated villain.

And me? I just... stood there, staring at him like an idiot. My heart was pounding, but not from the near-death experience. It was because Logan had just saved my life. And not just in the usual, "we're a team so I guess I'll pull your ass out of the fire" kind of way. This was different.

His body had pressed against mine for that split second, and for reasons I absolutely refuse to examine, I felt my breath catch in my throat. I could still feel the heat of him where his chest had collided with mine, the roughness of his hands gripping my shoulders. And suddenly, the sarcastic remark I had queued up in my brain just... vanished.

I was silent. Again.

Logan turned to look at me, his brow furrowed with that ever-present annoyance. "You alright, Wade?" he grumbled, voice low and gravelly like he was made of stone and steel. His eyes scanned me quickly, checking for injuries, but his expression was more irritated than concerned.

I nodded slowly, trying to find words that would break the awkward silence hanging between us like a bad smell. But nope. Not a single joke came to mind. My usual quips, my endless banter—it had all dried up the second Logan's body had slammed into mine.

Damn it.

"Thanks," I muttered, barely audible. It felt foreign on my tongue. I wasn't the "quiet gratitude" type. I was supposed to be cracking a joke right now, mocking him for his heroics, but instead, I stood there like a deer in headlights.

Logan's scowl deepened, probably confused as to why I wasn't running my mouth for once. "Stay focused next time," he barked, already turning away, his back to me like the whole thing had never happened.

As he walked away, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. My heart was still racing, and I cursed under my breath. This was getting ridiculous. It was the second time now that Logan had gotten close, and I'd just... shut down.

What the hell was wrong with me? Why couldn't I just be normal around the guy? Sure, he saved me, but I've been saved before by plenty of people, and it never left me speechless. Hell, I've been saved by people who were a lot hotter than Logan—no offense, buddy—and I didn't go all tongue-tied then.

I shook my head, trying to shake off the weirdness. "It's just... adrenaline," I muttered to myself. "Yeah, that's it. Adrenaline. Or maybe I hit my head too hard on that wall. Or maybe..."

I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. Nope. No excuses. I knew the truth.

Logan got under my skin in ways I didn't understand, and it pissed me off.