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“ARE YOU FUCKING insane?” She yelled just as her back hit the seat cushion, the door of the car slamming close. From the other side, Wade slid in, fixing his mask.
(Aw, look. She's so worried about me.)
“Darling, I'm completely fine,” He chirped, ushering Dopinder to start the goddamned car. “I regenerate anything pretty fast, but thanks for worrying.”
She paused in confusion, lips parted. Then she scoffed, “I wasn't talking about —”
“Hush, baby,” He grinned and pressed his index finger to her lips, “I know you're just getting shy on me, but it's fine! I won't tease ya for worrying for my life.”
“I'll take over,” Logan said under his breath, pushing Dopinder over to the passenger seat and putting the car in the reverse gear, driving out of the parking space. Dopinder's weak protests were met with a dismissive grunt from the Wolverine.
Elise sat up straighter, her gaze following Logan's, where he was looking back through the back window, to see where the car was going. And then her gaze fell on the two armed men running out of the bar and towards their car.
“Hey, you're gonna hit —” She said just as Logan sent them groaning and tumbling to the ground before he drove out of the narrow space.
“You almost ran them over!” She exclaimed, looking out the window at the fallen men before Logan made a sharp turn into the street and they disappeared from sight.
His eyes met hers through the rear mirror, his cigar moving with his lips as he spoke, “Ain't a lil' car bumper gonna hurt 'em, sweetheart.” He drove with one hand, sliding down the window and flicking the ash outside before putting the cigar betwee. his lips again. ‘Oh, he's so hot but so reckless and so not good for me.’
The road was a mix of honking cars, people scrambling to the sides and passing insults directed at them. She looked out the window again to see two cars following closely behind them.
“Who the fuck are they?” She pulled her head inside again, shifting in her seat till she felt comfortable. The backseat was crowded with her, Wade and Weasel sitting together.
(Damn, she's got a nice ass. And Logan's cigar smells like heaven. And Weasel's... well, Weasel's just Weasel. I should probably help here.)
Deadpool quirked an eyebrow and tugged on his chin, feigning thoughtfulness, “Maybe they're just fans? Y'know, like these common folks, they can't get enough of my dashing good looks and...” He gestured to Logan with a nod of his head, “...his sexy fucking arms.”
At Elise's eye-roll, he chuckled. “You know, sweetie, you're the one with an ex-boyfriend who's a complete nutcase,” he pointed out casually. “Shouldn't we be asking you that question?” He watched as Logan ran a red-light and almost hit the curb on the turn.
