Marvel Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

PG-13 - Deadpool & Wolverine

You walked into your apartment and tossed your keys on the table by the door.

"(Y/N)! You're home!" a familiar voice said and you turned in surprise to find Wade Wilson aka Deadpool waving at you. As usual, he was in his suit.

On the other end of the couch sat Logan Howlett aka Wolverine. As usual, he was not in his suit. You groaned and grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge before walking into your living room and dropping onto the seat between them. "To what do I owe this fresh hell?" you ask.

"Aww, (y/n). You say the sweetest things." Wade laid his head on your shoulder as he ran his hand down your arm like he was petting you.

You rolled your eyes and glanced at Logan. He grunted and took the beer from your hands to open it for you. You nod in thanks when he hands it back and you take a long sip. "Okay, seriously why are you guys here? Together?" Another thought occurs to you. "And how did you get in?" You turn a glare on Wade. "Did you break anything?"

"F--I mean Damn, why you gotta be like that girl?" Wade says then starts to bop his head to some rhythm only he could hear.

"I notice you didn't answer the question. Any of them actually."

"Wilson didn't let us in. I did. Charles gave me the key," Logan finally took pity on you enough to explain.

Well, that explained how they got in but it didn't explain why no one texted or called to say they were coming. You might run an unofficial safehouse for mutants and superheroes but you still appreciated some warning. And you really preferred they not come in when you aren't home.

Sighing, you pinched the bridge of your nose. "Okay, I'm going to ask one question at a time so hopefully even Wade can keep up."

"What the fu--frickity frack, (y/n)? That was just mean."

You glanced at him out the side of your eye wondering why he kept himself from cussing. That wasn't like him at all. Deciding trying to figure out why Wade did anything was a worthless pursuit, you turned your attention back to Logan. "Why are you here?"

"I'm tracking a mutant for the professor. Asshole spotted me and has been following me around ever since."

"Where's this asshole, Wolvie? I'll take care of him for you," Wade said from beside you, turning his head to look around the apartment.

You couldn't help but smile as you patted him on the shoulder. Poor Wade. He was like an overgrown, insane puppy.

"You do like me," he said in a happy voice before leaning sideways and putting his head in your lap. "You're comfy."

"Get off her," Logan growled from beside you while you just looked between the two of them. Honestly you were used to Wade, he hung out a lot, but Logan was not. When Wade didn't move, Logan thunked him on the head. "Move."

Wade snapped up rubbing his head. "What the fu--dgeballs did you do that for?"

You held up your hands. "Okay, I'm sorry, Wade but I have to know, what is with you tonight? You've kept yourself from saying fu--" You were cut off when Wade covered your mouth with his hand.

"You can only use that word once or we get bumped from a PG-13 rating to an R and severely limit our audience. I'm waiting for the right moment." He moved his hand and you just blinked wide eyes at him.

Logan shifted behind you. Wilson, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"Nooooooooooooooooo!" Wade dropped his head in his hands and began to cry.