The Newest Hot Fanfic (Poolverine)

Chapter 15: ''The Hard Truth-And I Mean Hard, Like, Really Hard''

DEADPOOL'S BOOTS CRUNCHED ON the gravel beneath his feet as he trudged behind Wolverine, the night sky an inky black overhead. They were deep in enemy territory again, somewhere between "this is a terrible idea" and "we're definitely getting shot at." The target tonight was some tech-savvy villain—let's call him Doctor Overcompensation, the guy with way too many lasers and gadgets to make up for whatever personal shortcomings he clearly had.

"Alright, bub," Wolverine grumbled, his voice low, gravelly. "Keep it quiet this time."

Deadpool saluted lazily. "Aye aye, Captain Growlypants. You sure you don't wanna lead this operation by scent? Sniff out their feelings while you're at it?"

Logan shot him a glare that could've melted adamantium. "Wade. Shut up."

"Touchy, touchy," Deadpool muttered under his breath, trailing behind. But honestly? This whole quiet thing was not his style. Sneaking around in silence made him jittery, like his very DNA was rebelling against the idea of shutting up. Silence was awkward, and Wade Wilson didn't do awkward. He filled every quiet moment with chatter, with noise, with him.

But tonight? Tonight was different.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Logan had slammed him into a wall three missions ago, pinned him like a fly in a spiderweb, and made him shut the hell up in a way Wade couldn't even explain to himself. Maybe it was the way Logan looked at him sometimes—sharp, wild eyes that seemed to cut through his layers of snark and self-deprecation like a hot knife through butter.

Or maybe, just maybe, it was because every time Logan touched him, Wade lost his voice. His thoughts scattered, and something weird happened in his brain. And body. Yeah, definitely his body.

They reached the edge of the facility, a sprawling complex lit up like the Fourth of July. Deadpool cracked his neck, staring at the guards pacing along the perimeter. "Alright, time to—"

Before he could finish, Logan threw an arm out to stop him. "Wait for my signal."

Deadpool rolled his eyes beneath his mask. "Oh, come on. I can't just wait. You know me. I don't do signals. I do—"

And that's when he heard it: the soft click of a tripwire. The very same tripwire his boot had just barely nudged.

There was a heartbeat of silence.

Then the world exploded.

Alarms blared, lights flooded the area, and within seconds, guards swarmed in like angry bees after someone had just punched their hive. Wolverine's claws sprang from his knuckles with a familiar snikt, and he let out a growl so feral it made the ground vibrate.

"Dammit, Wade!"

"Oopsie," Deadpool muttered, eyes wide beneath his mask as the guards charged in with guns and energy weapons. "Guess I tripped the 'Get Us Killed' alarm. Classic Deadpool!"

Logan was already in full rage mode, slicing through guards left and right, his fury palpable. But as Deadpool jumped into the fray, slicing and dicing with his twin katanas, he couldn't help but notice that Logan's anger wasn't just aimed at the bad guys.

"Oh, come on, Logan! What, you didn't expect me to step on the one thing we weren't supposed to step on? That's literally what I do! I mess things up! It's my signature move!"

Wolverine dispatched another guard with a brutal slash before whirling on Deadpool. "You're gonna get us both killed!"

"Relax!" Deadpool ducked under a laser blast and stabbed a goon in the gut. "We're practically invincible! Well, mostly. You heal, I heal, and I make bad decisions. It's like... symmetry, right?"

Logan's jaw clenched, the muscles in his neck tensing as he fought his way toward Deadpool. "I swear, Wade, I'm gonna—"

"What? What are you gonna do? Give me a stern talking-to? Scowl at me? Because, newsflash, that's your face 24/7." Deadpool was babbling, his usual verbal defense mechanism cranked up to eleven as Wolverine stormed toward him, claws still extended. "Look, we're almost done with these guys, and we haven't even gotten to the villain yet. You know, the guy with the massive compensation issues? We—"

Logan grabbed Deadpool by the front of his suit and slammed him hard against the concrete wall, the impact knocking the breath out of him.

"Shut the fuck up." Wolverine's voice was low, dangerous, like thunder rumbling before a storm. His face was inches from Deadpool's, his breath hot, and his claws retracted with a soft snikt. He was close—too close—and Deadpool's heart did that stupid thing where it skipped a beat.

For a second, Deadpool thought Logan might just stab him and get it over with, but instead, Logan shoved him harder into the wall, pinning his arms above his head with one hand. The other covered Deadpool's mouth in a way that should've been terrifying. Should've been something to fight against.

But Deadpool didn't fight.

He just stared, wide-eyed and silent, as the heat from Logan's body pressed against him, his own pulse hammering in his ears. The noise in his brain—the usual nonstop chatter—went dead silent. All he could focus on was Logan, was the roughness of his hand, the weight of his body pinning him in place.

Then something else happened. Something worse. Something much, much worse.

Deadpool's body reacted.

"Oh, no," Wade thought, panic creeping in. "No, no, no, not now. Not like this."

It was undeniable. The pressure between them, the heat, the way Wolverine's breath ghosted over his skin—it all combined into a perfect storm, and Wade was suddenly very aware of how his body was betraying him. His pulse was racing for all the wrong reasons, and there was no way in hell Logan wouldn't notice.

Sure enough, Wolverine's expression shifted, his brows furrowing as his eyes flicked down—just for a second—before snapping back up to meet Deadpool's.

A second of silence stretched between them, tension so thick it was almost suffocating.

Then Logan took a noticeable step back, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief. "Wade... what the hell?"

Deadpool's eyes darted everywhere but at Logan's face. "Uh, you know, adrenaline? Yeah, that's probably it. Adrenaline does weird things, like make you super focused, or maybe—uh—other stuff too." He cleared his throat, his voice shaky even through the mask. "No big deal, right? Just a little, um, side effect?"

Logan's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing, his hands dropping to his sides. The silence between them was unbearable, and Deadpool felt like he was suffocating in the heat of it.

Wade slid down the wall, his back scraping against the concrete until he hit the ground. He pulled his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his hands.

"Give me a minute," he muttered, his voice muffled. "Just... give me a minute."

Logan stood there, staring at him for a moment longer before turning away, muttering something under his breath. He left Wade sitting there, breathing hard, his mind spinning out of control.

Wade waited until the footsteps faded before he dared to lift his head. His face was burning under the mask, his heart still racing. The embarrassment was suffocating, pressing in on him like a weight he couldn't shake.

"Yup," he whispered to himself, "I am officially the most screwed-up human being on this planet."