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“FUCK NO.” LOGAN'S VOICE was unwaveringly stern. He rinsed his cup and shoved it into the dishwasher, turning around to fix both of his idiots a glare. “Not a fuckin’ chance.”
Elise gets from where she was sitting on the chair, “Oh, c’mon! Why not? It'll be fun; much better than being cooped up in here and arguing all day, I bet.”
(Ever the genius she is. Oh, I don't know what I'd do without her.)
“Are ya deaf?” Logan stared at her, eyes narrowed. “Or are you just dense?”
(She gets a little deaf when she's staring at Logan's arms but that's fine. She's cute so it's okay —oh look! She's doing it again!)
“What?” She lifts her gaze from his arms. He was too busy glaring at the newspaper to notice her staring. She glared at him, “What do you mean? Neither, obviously.” She put her hands on her hips, a frown tugging at her face. “Listen up, as Wade said, it's a really simple mission. I won't drag him down or anything. Besides, who's inviting you?” She glanced down at his big, buff arms before glaring up at him again.
Logan threw the paper down at the kitchen table, the blurry image of their faces in an inage of the ‘high-speed car chase with guns firing that rocked the city last night!’ on the front page. He frowned back at her, his jaw tight, “He's an ass when it comes to missions. His assholery is contagious.” Logan glared over at Wade, frown deepening even more. “And so is his recklessness. It's a wonder you got out alive last night.”
“It's a wonder you didn't crash us right into some building either!” Elise huffed. “But you don't hear us bitching about you.”
(Is she taking my side in an argument? Oh, I'll be fucked.)
“That's right,” Wade put his coffee cup down and sneaked an arm around her waist. “You tell him, lovie.”
“I was drivin’.” Logan crossed his arms, “I had everything under control the entire time.”
Elise snorted. “Except for the part where you nearly hit six people.” She pushed Wade's arm away from her waist and the poor guy climbed up to sit on the kitchen island again with the coffee mug in his hand.
(That was the hottest part. A blood-lusted Wolverine is the best wolverine.)
Logan gruffed, “I know my limits, sweetheart. Do you know yours?”
(Nicknames!)
Elise narrowed her eyes and raised an eyebrow, her hands on her hips. “I can take care of myself, Logan. I'm not some helpless damsel in distress.” ‘His arms are hot,’ she thought to herself.
(Last night's news talked otherwise.)
Logan huffed, “You're the damsel in distress the moment you step out of this apartment.” He paused, and his gaze shifted to Wade, who was sitting at the kitchen island, drinking coffee. “Especially with this idiot around.”
