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

5: halfway.

"You said Logan was a hero. What happened?"

The trio were trudging slowly through a field. The twins gave a hesitant look at the Wolverine.

"He died." They said.

"How?" Logan asked, sounding nonchalantly curious.

"Oh, technically you were chest-fucked by a tree." Wade replied.

"In truth, you just ran out of steam trying to save someone if I remember correctly." Wisteria said.

"Who?" Logan inquired again.

"The shit heels that grew her in a lab named her 'X-23'. She was just a kid. A younger, daintier, somehow meaner version of you." Wade explained.

"You- uh, he died trying to save her." Wisteria added, patting Logan's shoulder.

"It was beautiful." Wade said. "Look, mijo, I know you're hurt. My blind, elderly, African American roommate, Blind Al, always says pain teaches us who we are. Sometimes we need to listen to that pain, instead of running from it."

"God, she gives such a good advice. I respect that woman with my whole heart. She's like a second mom to us." Wisteria sighed.

"Holy shit." Logan muttered.

"Yeah, she's wise." Wade pointed at his sister in agreement.

"No, you call her Blind Al." Logan said, stumped.

"Well, she's blind." Wade stated.

"What else are we supposed to call her?" Wisteria asked.

A soft chuckle was shared among the trio. It wasn't much, but the comradery was needed. It was them versus the Void- all they had was each other (as much to Logan's dismay). They had to work together, understand each other's strengths and weaknesses. One should be able to support the other. That's what a team entailed. Sure, they weren't the perfect definition, but it was better than nothing.

Wisteria took it upon herself to walk on ahead. 'To scout out the area', she explained, leaving Wade and Logan to slowly catch up.

Logan....couldn't help but stare at the woman. Her hips swung with an untouchable confidence. Despite her unawareness of the environment around her, she walked as if she knew the place like the back of her hand. The sunlight illuminated her red and black suit, allowing the outfit (and her curves) to stand out against the green of the field. She was a goddess, and the world kissed the very ground she trotted on.

"She's great, isn't she?" Wade's voice broke the man's train of thought.

"Who?" Logan asked, acting oblivious.

"C'mon, Wolvie, I know you don't have shit for brains. You know who I'm talkin' about." Wade scoffed.

Logan was quiet. His eyes were still on Wisteria. He sighed heavily.

"You totes have a crush on her!" Wade giggled. "Ask her out, man."

"We're just fr-" Logan began.

"Just friends? Work partners? Team members? Platonic mutuals with a common goal? Please, spare me the fucking cliché troupes! You obviously like her! They wouldn't be reading this story if you weren't so lovey-dovey about her!"

The Wolverine pinched the bridge of his nose. Breathe in, breathe out. 

"Youuuuuuu liiiiiikkkkkeeeeee heeerrrrrrr! Admit it! Admit it! You wanna slam her down in the bedroom and show her what the Wolverine is capable of! Eh? Eh? C'mon, compadre, you have my blessing as her brother." Wade nudged the man.