Poolverine/Deadclaws oneshots

You were a child...

Sooo in my last oneshot, I mentioned Wades childhood...
I'm in the mood for more angst! With a dash of fluff ♡
Warnings:
A little bit of hc and inference into his childhood by moi
SA of a minor
Alcohol and drug abuse mention
Child neglect and abuse motion in somewhat detail.
Hope you... enjoy?
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Wade and Logan were walking through the streets of Regina, Saskatchewan. They had to come here due to a mutant going ham on killing innocent people. Having a field day if you will. Logan wasn't sure why Wade was so hesitant to come. Usually, he loved to go away for 'missions'.
This time, he didn't.
They just so happened to be in Wades hometown. Just great. He felt better knowing no one here knew who Deadpool was under the mask, but that didn't ease all the anxiety bubbling inside his arteries. Wade suddenly stopped, earning a confused look from his husband.
"What's wrong, bub?"
Logan asked a hand on the man's shoulder.
Wade, without a snarky response, just lay his hand atop of Logans.
Something was definitely wrong.
"This...is the house i grew up in...or was."
Logan looked to the plot. The house was completely gone, well, almost half of it was still standing half just layed still on the ground.
Logans' expression softened.
"I'm sorry, love. I didn't realise."
Wade just flashes his fake ass smile, which Logan could see even under the mask.
"It's alright, just bought some memories back..."
Logan entrapped his husband into a hug, Wade happily hugging back. This was what he needed. Pure, love, and comfort.
They get to their safe house where they are staying and change, curling up together on the shitty single bed.
"My father was abusive, as you know... and he...always threatened to kick me out of that house..."
Logan just sat in silence. He wanted to hear this. Wade almost never shares his feelings. And he knows he needs to, and he will forever be there for him to talk to.
"That's the house i found my mother...lying dead in the garden from her cancer cause my dad wouldn't pay for the treatment..."
Logan was honestly? On the verge of tears. He never realised how troubled his husbands childhood really was.
"He blamed me. Always. For anything and everything."
Wade sat, thinking.
"Even when...S-Scout Master Kevin...he...when he touched me...he said it was my fault..."
Logans muscles tensed. How could a father blame his son for being molested?
"Uncle did it too...he also didn't care about that either..."
Logan was seething but kept a cool head as he continued to listen.
"It hurt...Then I...got into the army. I became a soldier."
Wade smiles, although not long later, it falters.
"Though I just messed that up too..."
Logan frowns, he hates when Wade feels like this, and so, holding him to his chest, he says.
"Hey, none of that shit. You are perfect, I love you, Ok?"
Wade smiles and nods against Logans chest.
"Thanks, Wolvie."
"Anytime, Love."
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Sorry, this one is bafflingly bad, I just had no clue how to end it like AHHHH.
anyway, my friend, like yesterday, made up drama about something that never happened, so that's fun!
Threatened to like fight me and my friend yet...ignored us at school instead lol.
I know she can't fight me, even if she hits me idrc.
Enough of my rambling I hope you managed to enjoy this and have a lovely day, morning, afternoon, evening or whatever!
Love you all, xx