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Chapter 005 hell's bells. ──────────────────
"Where the fuck did she go?"
Logan growled at Paradox with the intent to break more than his nose. The sparks that took over Solana's body were not gone with the wind and there was no trace of her left.
"In the trash heap." He glanced at him and Wade. "You'll fit right in."
Wade darted his head and shook it quickly, trying to get Logan to resist clawing his organs out. "Don't do it. Don't do it, you're not an animal."
"Fuck you, micro-dick. I'm the Wolverine." was the last thing he said before meeting the same fate as Sol.
Wade's eyes widened at the sudden name drop. He actually sounded proud of himself for once. He actually respected him for that. He chuckled mysteriously, which made Paradox step toward him, way too close for comfort.
"If you don't send me to wherever you sent them to, I'm going to bring the tailor in here to fit you for a new suit." Wade put his hands up in surrender and continued to laugh nervously. "...because I'm gonna rip it up with these new katanas. That and your face."
Just as he said, Wade pulled out his freshly-made sword, intending to slice the TVA motherfucker's face off.
He was gone within seconds.
"I love you."
Sol and Logan lay down side by side on their bed, savoring the well-deserved moment of relaxation together after days of going on missions. Amidst the battles and near-death experiences, they still found time to think about each other and feel the sadness of being separated.
Solana gently touched Logan's cheek, feeling the sharpness of his beard and how it connected to his sideburns. She had always admired the way he styled his hair, especially the unique flips at the top of his head. His hair was unlike any she had ever seen before.
Logan noticed her hand lingered longer than it usually did, and smiled softly at the gesture. Before he knew it, her hands were against his chest. She desired to admire every part of his body after not seeing him in almost a week.
He quickly caught a glimpse of the foreign shade of burgundy on Sol's fingernails. Usually, her nail salon visits leave her with a shade of medium to dark purple, but then again, what did Logan know about female, non-adamantium claws?
