deadpool and wolverine x y/n

Chapter Seven

Diner, The Void

I watch Logan trash what's left of the diner looking for what I'm assuming is alcohol. I sit across from Wade at a booth taking off our masks, opening our cans of...spam. Wade says it never goes bad, but that doesn't mean it's good.

Wade finishes his first bite of spam, and questions Logan,
"So, what made you wear an honest-to-God costume? Mine's red so they can't see me bleed. But I can see how yellow would be useful too." He asks whilst Logan flips the kitchen upside down.

"Have you been checked for ADHD?" Logan mutters as he shuffles through the fridge.

Wade shakes his head and smiles,
"Mnmn. But l've had several STDs, which were probably caused by ADHD".

Wolverine punches a door to the fridge causing Wade and I to jump.

"What are you looking for?" I ask as if I didn't already know the answer.

Logan slams a first-aid kit on the counter and digs through it, as he quickly reaches his hand in to grab something,

"Oh, Thank. Fuck." he says under his breath and walks over to our booth.

Wade and I both look to see what he found, Wade's eyes go wide,

"No, no, no, no, no. That's rubbing alcohol. You don't wanna drink-"

Logan ignores him and drinks the little bottle he found. In a failed attempt to stop Logan, Wade sighs,

"Yeah, there you go. Fuck that liver." he says in defeat.

Logan sits down next to me, sitting directly across from Wade. Logan's eyebrows scrunch together as he stares at Wade. Logan points to the top of Wade's head.

"What the fuck are those?" he asks, referring to the stuck hair follicles from the toupee.

I just realized Logan hasn't seen us without our masks on. Maybe he's recognize me now. Maybe I don't wear a suit in his universe. I'm taken out of my thoughts as I watch Wade brush his fingers lightly over the little tuffs of hair secured to his head by staples.

Y: Yes. Staples. He. STAPLES! His toupee to his head.

Wade smiles, "Oh! Back in civilian life, I wear a toupee. But nobody knows...Well except for Y/n." he says chuckling awkwardly.

Logan raises his eyebrows, laughing hysterically,

"Everybody knows." he laughs.

Wade's smile fades as I try my best not to laugh, I cover it with a cough. Wade shoots a look at me, making me compose myself.

Wade rolls his eyes and looks at Logan,

"Wanna talk about what's haunting you or should we wait for a third act flashback." he says in an annoyed tone.

Logan drinks out of the rubbing alcohol container, getting out of the booth.

Y: He didn't even bat an eye at me.

"Go fuck yourself man." Logan grumbles, walking over to the counter, sitting himself on a stool and begins to eat out of a SPAM container.

I decided to fill the silence, "You know, in our world, you're...well-regarded." I say to Logan, as my eyes meet with Wade's.

Wade sticks his tongue out in disgust and rolls his eyes at me.
Logan, still facing away from us at the counter says, "Yeah, well, not in mine." he shuffles a bit on his stool.

"They don't like me much in mine either." Wade sighs, looking down into his spam.

"You don't say." Logan retorts back, bringing the rubbing alcohol bottle to his lips again, taking a swig.