Just Let Me Adore You. (Wolverine x Fem!OC)

3: the void.

This was the second time she'd been knocked out by weird TVA magic.

Wisteria woke up with a start, her chest huffing and puffing to get some air in. The vision was blurry for only split second. Sand. All she saw was sand.

Her head was pounding- pounding- pounding, like an unwanted hangover.

She vomited right there.

"Oh fuck me. Oh god. Shit. Shit-" She groaned as she stumbled up onto her feet.

Scanning the area, she surmised quickly that this "trash heap" that Paradox talked about was just a desert. As her head cleared, she leaned onto a rocky surface. Turned out, it was some kind of sign or logo.

"Twenty Century Fox. Rest in pieces, most of your movies weren't that bad."

Now, it's time to look for Wade and Logan. The trio was separated after Paradox did....whatever he did. The desert wasteland was long and vast, it'd be impossible to find them. It was also a horrific idea to leave the men in the same place together for any period of time. Wisteria needed to find them before they beat each other to a pulp.

She took one step, then she heard a pained scream.

"Let's see you grow your fuckin' head back!"

Found them. 

Logan had katanas protruding from different parts of his chest. A tiny knife was jabbed into his shoulder. He had one of his claws shoved into Wade's chest and the other ready to go for the kill.  Wisteria sprinted over to the scene without a second thought.

"Logan, wait! Stop! Don't!" She shouted.

The Wolverine broke his eye contact with Wade to glare at Wisteria. Quickly, Wade pulled himself out of the older man's grasp and crawled over to his sister's feet.

"I can fix it! I can fix it!" Wade exclaimed, breathless.

"Fix what?!" Logan snarled.

Wisteria stared between the two. Her head was still pounding so the screaming wasn't exactly helping.

"Whatever it is that you did, whatever made you so bad. Let me and sister help you!" Wade exhaled sharply. "Those pricks in the TVA, you heard 'em- they have the power to end our universe, but they also have the power to change yours. We get back there, and we can fix your world! Together. I promise....they can fix it."

Logan finally relented. He backed up, simply looking at the twins. Wade gave her sister a subtle look. She didn't need to see his face to understand everything.

He was lying through his fucking teeth.

"Wait, but we can't-"

"Hey! We fight each other, we lose!" A voice grabbed the others' attention.

They turned to see a hooded figure standing on top of a tower-like structure. Wisteria helped her brother up, but she pulled him closer.

"We're talking about this later." She hissed into Wade's ear then pushed him away.

"Dear God, it's him." Wade whispered, as if the last five seconds never happened.

"Who?" Logan asked.

Wisteria squinted her eyes; she couldn't make out the figure's face.

"Yeah, who?" She echoed.

"The one. The superhero equivalent to comfort food or molly. White guys' answer to all their problems in another A lister." Wade imparted.

"Wait, wait- the name's on the tip of my tongue but I can't remember!" Wisteria whined.

"Fair warning, gorgeous! You're gonna encounter some delicate language, a smidge of ass play, rushed romance, but we've been prohibited  from using cocaine.....on camera."