𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬 || 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥 & 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐞 ||

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

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The Sentinel's leg slammed into the side of the mountain, sending the group crashing to the ground in a messy heap. Wolverine grunted as Deadpool landed on top of him, clearly taking his time before getting up.

"What you thinkin' 'bout?" Deadpool asked, staring at Wolverine with mock innocence.

Wolverine's patience was running thin. "Get the fuck off me," he growled through clenched teeth.

"Shh, shh. Almost done," Deadpool muttered, wriggling around before pulling something out of Wolverine's backside. "Getting my knife out of your buttocks." He paused for dramatic effect. "Pervert!"

"Ah, fuck!" Wolverine groaned, the pain from the knife removal shooting through him as the two finally stood up.

Deadpool, now grinning, turned toward Blade and Harper, who were already dusting off their pants, looking relatively unfazed by the crash. "Get your mind out of my pants. I'm telling Blake," Deadpool added, glancing over his shoulder at Wolverine.

Wolverine's patience was officially out the window. "New rules. I talk now," he snapped, glaring at Deadpool.

Deadpool put on a show of exaggerated disbelief. "That's gonna be very hard on the readers."

Wolverine was done with the banter. "Shut the fuck up! Let me fucking think. We gotta get back to Paradox, right?"

Wolverine's temper flared again. "Right?!"

Feigning meekness, Deadpool put on a French accent. "Je m'excuse, am I allowed to speak now or...?"

"Just nod, asshole," Wolverine spat, and Deadpool nodded furiously, still not taking any of it seriously.

"Right," Wolverine muttered, looking around before turning back to the group. "We find the others that poor kid Johnny was talking about, before you got him killed."

"'Poor kid'? He's like 50," Deadpool shot back, rolling his eyes. Then he glanced over at Harper, who was still glaring daggers at him. Clearly, she wasn't about to let go of the fact that her brother was dead because of Deadpool's antics.

Wolverine ignored the back-and-forth, focused on the task at hand. "If there's a chance they know how to get out of here, we find them. And make those TVA fuckers fix my shit, like you fucking promised," Wolverine growled at Deadpool, his tone full of pent-up rage.

"I smell quest," Deadpool said, smirking.

Wolverine's nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. "I smell food," he said, his eyes narrowing.

The group turned to see a decrepit-looking dinner table, complete with half-rotten food laid out in an unsettlingly formal setting. The dead atmosphere around it didn't make it any more inviting.

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Wade, Milo, and Harper sat around a dinner table, an odd contrast to Logan who was angrily knocking things off the counter nearby. The tension in the room was palpable, but Wade seemed unfazed as always.

"So what made you finally wear an honest-to-God costume?" Milo asked, her eyes fixed on Logan, however, didn't bother to look at her, too busy with his minor destruction spree.