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THE DOOR CLOSED WITH a heavy silence in air, the only noise that of Logan's heavy footsteps on the floor.
“The fuck was all that?” he ran a hand through his hair, walking out of the kitchen with a bottle of cold water he pulled out from the refrigerator.
Deadpool sauntered into the living room, a cocky grin on his face. “That was one wild ride, wasn't it?” He chuckled, stretching his arms above his head. “Well, I haven't had that much fun since I accidentally crashed a high school prom dressed as a giant banana.”
(That's a lie; the Honda Odyssey fucked harder.)
“Wade,” Logan's voice held a tone of warning in it.
“What?” he exclaimed, flopping down on the couch and putting his legs up on the coffee table. Elise yanked her favorite comic book in her hands that he had unknowingly crumpled beneath his feet. Logan's stare was hard and unwavering, steady as a lake. As steady as it could be with a nuclear bomb ready to blast off from under.
(He's such a fiesty little firecracker; I love him.)
Wade snorted, shoulders shaking from a sudden fit of laughter, “What, you think this was all somehow my fault?”
“It was your bar.”
“I don't own it—”
“Your fucking merc business or whatever, that's where it all goes down.” Logan scoffed loudly and sat on the single-seat sofa heavily, the old springs under the cushion squealing slightly. “Yer really tellin' me that her fuckin' ex went through all that trouble?”
Wade shrugged, “She's a hotshot, who wouldn't do all that for her?”
(I would definitely do all that, minus the gun to her head thingy.)
“That's not the damned point.”
“It is!" Wade exclaimed, sitting up straighter, “Grand gestures to win a woman back aren't unheard of, especially in drama rom-coms! It could be his therapist's idea, for all we know.”
“Oh, please,” Logan gruffed, face twisted in a disapproving scowl. “Therapist?”
“He's not the type to get therapy,” Elise says with a shake of her head, confusedly taking the bottled water from Logan as he thrusts it to her hands wordlessly.
“Maybe breaking up with a smokin' bad-bitch baddie made him see a therapist afterall.” Wade winked at her.
Logan groaned and sat down on the armchair by the corner of the living room, staring out the window without giving either of them a single glance. Elise exchanged looks with Wade before opening the cap and drinking the water. It felt heavenly to have cold water glide down her scorched throat—the car chase was definitely something and she was sure she wanted nothing like that ever again.
