deadpool and wolverine x y/n

Chapter Eight

The Others' headquarters, BorderLands, The Void:

The first thing I noticed was the chill, the air was cold, almost biting. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light that barely illuminated the room. I'm laying on a bed, whose bed...I have no idea. I notice only Deadpool knocked out next to me. I begin to look around, taking in my surroundings. The walls were made of what appears to be dirt, but could also be raw stone. It was an underground bunker of some sort. I look around some more and see a cooler with beer inside, a pool in the middle of the room, along with an inventory of weapons, several health utilities, including hand soap, air freshener, and several toothbrushes.
I tried to sit up, my muscles stiff and sore from sleeping in the minivan, and that's when I saw him. Logan, he was standing, leaning against his forearm, looking out of an opening in the cave, sipping from a bottle of Jim Beam. He hasn't noticed I'm awake yet, I sit and stare at him for another moment, taking in his appearance. The sight of him brought a sense of relief.

"Where are we?" I ask, staring at him blankly.

Logan slightly turns his head over his shoulder, not quite looking at me, but enough to acknowledge me.

"Not sure." He answers dryly, his voice rough from the alcohol.

I struggled to my feet, my mind racing to piece together what could have happened after I fell asleep. I remember I heard the car start, but I didn't think anything of it. I just figured one of the guys got up and started driving. I walk over to Logan and stand beside him for a bit more comfort. I look at him, watch him as he takes another sip of whiskey.

"Did you bring us here? Did you find this?" I ask him. Still wondering how we ended up here.

"No, I woke up the same as you, confused." He shrugs, seemingly unbothered.

Logan meets my gaze, I watch as the corner of his mouth turns up slightly. I continue to stare blankly at him. Logan's not one to smile. He takes his eyes off me and looks back out the opening of the cave, taking a drink from the bottle.

"-You seemed very comfortable when I woke up." Logan says as he swallows his sip.

"What?" My brows scrunch together at his statement.

Logan clears his throat to speak,

"You were very...content...sleeping on my chest." He says as he swirls the bottle of Jim Beam in his hand.

I quickly turn my head away from him, slightly embarrassed. I don't know what to say. He's not my Logan...but when I look at him I can't help but remember what he and I had before...everything happened.

"Can I have a sip?" I ask Logan.

Logan hands me the bottle and I take a long swig. Fuck that burns.

"Thor!" Deadpool jolts awake.

He sits completely upright on the bed. He takes a quick look around and finds Logan and I in the corner where we have been talking.

"Where are we?" Deadpool asks, confused and slightly startled.

"No clue." I respond, still with no answers.

"I like it here." Logan adds as he raises the bottle.

Off in the distance we hear the echoing of a door opening and closing. Deadpool rushes over to the entrance right behind where Logan and I are standing. He puts his back against the wall and braces for whoever is about to walk in. I join him on his right, listening for any sound of progressing footsteps. Deadpool grabs his katana and brings it around from his back. The sound of metal clanging is heard as the person blocks Deadpool with a sai, and brings him to the ground.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." I say rushing over, getting in between the two.

I stare at the woman for a second, only to realize, Elektra is staring back at me. Deadpool gets up, and kick ass walk up music starts to play. We watch Blade enter as he stares at us, then a playing card flings through the air, caught in the fingers of an individual who I don't seem to recognize. Deadpool puts away his katana as he walks over and stands next to me as the music fades out.