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

4: something sparks.

The robotic leg lost its momentum after some time in the sky. The rocket started to give out and it crashed onto a cliffside. The sheer force of the collison thwarted the trio off the leg and rolled them onto the hard ground. Wisteria was on top of Logan and Wade was on top of his sister. 

"What'cha thinkin' 'bout?" Wade cooed happily. "Is it Wissy?"

Wisteria's cheeks reddened. She headbutted her brother, who yelped in pain.

"Get the fuck off of me." Logan growled.

"Shhhh, shhh, shhh- almost done." Wade grunted, as if he was pulling out something.

Wisteria looked down to see Wade's hand underneath Logan.

"Almost done what?" Logan asked, frantic.

"Oh, ewww-!" Wisteria gagged.

"Getting my knife out of your buttocks, you perverts!" Wade chastised as he, in fact, pulled his knife out of Logan's ass.

Wisteria pushed Wade off her and the duo scrambled to their feet. 

"Get your mind out of my pants!" Wade huffed. "I'm tellin' Blake!"

He pointed to his younger sister. "And I'm also tellin' Jensen, missy!" 

"Ooooooo, I'm so scared! Oh no!" Wisteria cried out mockingly. "Bite me, asshole!"

Logan stepped in between the twins, a pissed off look on his face.

"New rules: I talk now." He ordered.

"That's going to be very hard on the audience."

"They need engagement and enrichment."

"Shut the fuck up!" Logan roared at Wade.

 "I get told to shut the fuck up, but Mrs. Wolverine to-be gets the special treatment?" Wade grumbled quietly before eventually complying.

Logan tried to soften his look as his eyes fell on a quiet Wisteria. Unironically, he liked it when she talked- she wasn't yapping nonsense all the time. Unfortunately, just like her brother, she did not know when to shut the fuck up.

"Just let me fuckin' think." Logan sighed. "We gotta get back to Paradox, right?"

The twins stared blankly at the man.

"Right?!" Logan prompted harshly.

"Je m'excuse, are we allowed to speak now?" Wade sneered.

"I-I mean, you did tell us to shut up...." Wisteria winced.

"Just nod, asshole." Logan hissed at Wade.

He nodded.

Wisteria slowly raised her hand.

"You too, bubba." Logan responded, his tone less harsh.

Wade glared at the woman. She simply shrugged.

"Right. We need to find the others that poor kid Johnny was talking about before you two got him killed." Logan said.

Wisteria snorted.

"Poor kid?! He's, like, fifty!" Wade scoffed.

"If there's a chance they know how to get out here, we find 'em. And make those TVA fuckers fix my shit like you fucking promised!" Logan growled.

Wisteria bit her inner cheek. She wanted to tell the truth; she didn't want to lose Logan's trust. Guilt panged her chest- it swirled into a cloud of pain. But they needed Logan to be their new anchor being. They needed his help.