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The place was a dump. Well-loved, but a dump.

“Ah” he, Wade, started, “Home, sweet home!”

Logan seriously thought this man was a second away from letting loose the girliest giggle known possible. Wade went over and plopped down on the couch as if the events of the last three days hadn’t happened.

“I would introduce you to Blind Al, but as you can see, and she obviously can’t, I don't know where she is,” Wade spoke with a wave of the hand. Even though the man had his face covered, a sarcastic humor bled from him.

“Yeah, no doubt to get away from you, Mouth” Logan, finally walking through the doorframe, huffed out in response. He was aiming for a more sarcastic tone, but fell just short of it. Logan felt bad for a second but then remembered who he was talking to, and gave up caring. Wade didn’t seem to mind him though, rather opting to pay attention to Mary Puppins, who was struggling to get up on the couch.

With Wade's new object of focus, Logan took the chance to thoroughly analyze the place he had agreed to stay (considering he had nowhere else, and no money). It was messy, sure, but it had a homey charm to it. The entryway led into the living room, where an old, worn-down couch lived. Along the walls were shelves that housed a wide range of objects, but most notably hero and action figurines. Toys, as Logan would call them. It looked ran through by a tornado, and that tornado was most probably named ‘Wade Wilson’.

In the area to the side of the living room, was the kitchen, which was decidedly more messy, with an obvious lack of charm. Logan agreed to overlook it for now, not wanting to linger too heavily on the stacks of used dinnerware, pots, and pans, left about.

With this, Logan walked over to the fridge and opened it. It was surprising to him that there was only one case of beer, considering who he was now rooming with, but it didn't matter. Beer in hand, he made a mental inventory of what was in the fridge. Needless to say, it was a pretty short list. The few things that were actually in there were either pre-packaged frozen meals, or ingredients that had long been spoiled. Logan downed the beer in one drink and closed the fridge door.

“Hey, Bub,” The gruff man spoke out, “If you don’t got anything for food, then I’m stealing your wallet.” He said, matter-of-factly. I mean it was a matter of fact, he was going to steal Wade's wallet. Logan just thought a heads-up would be nice.

Wade, still masked (did he ever take that damn suit off?), sprung up from the couch. No matter what this bastard went through, he was always so full of life. Like a damn cockroach, Logan thought.

“Ooo, are you gonna take me on a date!” Wade suggested. Logan assumed if he had eyelashes under that mask, he’d be batting them. “I know just the place you should take me, and don’t worry, dinner is on me!”

Logan rolled his eyes in a VERY obvious manner. Although he was pretty sure Wade's advances were playful teasing, he was also pretty sure Wade would jump his bones if he ever got the chance.

“If you're the one paying, you're the one taking me on a date, not that I would ever date you to begin with,” Logan sarcastically responded.

“Ouch Wolvie, you wound me.” Wade hung himself downwards in a comical impression of sadness, and then sprung back up to run to what was presumably his room. “Hold on Pookie Bear! Papa Bear needs to change for the occasion!”

The door slammed shut, leaving Logan to stand in the kitchen by himself. He obviously could use an outfit change too, but would want until Wade was done. It's obvious the Kevlar-clad mercenary is insecure about his features, so it probably wouldn’t do Logan any good to sneak in on him while he was changing.

With that in mind, Logan made his way to the couch and sat down, mindlessly grabbing Mary Puppins in the process. This time alone from Wade gave him time to mull over everything he had been through in the last couple of days. Logan had been abducted from his pitiful self-hating life of drunkenness and death by a mouthy undying prick, went on a journey of “self-forgiveness” and more death, and became the focal point, or anchor being, of the aforementioned undying prick’s universe. Logan sighed, leaning his head back over the couch. It was a lot to take in, but it was over. Right? That meant he didn’t have to think about it anymore. He could just focus on living now, smoking cheap cigars, drinking cheap beer, and picking fights with cheap criminals. Maybe this could be a fresh start for him.

The door down the hallways opened, followed by Wade, who had forgone the suit but still kept the mask on. Logan knew identity wasn’t a problem for the guy. The sting of insecurity lashed at Logan's empathy, but he made no move to convince Wade to take off the mask. That wasn’t his battle to fight, and he surely wouldn’t fight that battle for Wade.

Otherwise, Wade was dressed ordinarily, which somehow felt abnormal. He wore a plain shirt, overlaid with a brown aviator jacket, and straight blue jeans. It was just… normal attire. Civilian attire.

“Alright Snookum's, I picked out some clothes you might like and left them on the bed. Go get changed so I can spoil you like a sugar daddy on feet finder,” Wade told him, walking into the living room and plopping down on the couch. Mary Puppins was happily chewing on some wooden furniture as Logan ventured down the hallway and closed the door to Wade's bedroom.

The room was notably messy, but not as messy as the rest of the house. Certain items seemed to be kept more neat than others; a sort of symbol for Wade’s motivations. There were pictures all along the wall, a lot containing people Logan had never met before, and some containing Wade himself. It felt sacred. He decided not to continue prying anymore.

He rounded in on the clothes Wade had laid on the bed. It was a pair of blue jeans that looked about Logan’s size, followed by a black t-shirt with some dumb graphic on it, and a thick flannel to put over top. He had to admit that Wade did seem to get his style down, in almost a stalker-like manner. As he changed into the clothes and removed his torn suit, Logan made a promise. This would be a new start. A new life. And that meant new friends. He wasn’t gonna waste that this time around.

With that in mind, he exited the room and let Wade lead him to food.

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Logan would always consider himself a fighter, which was not necessarily a flaw. What was a flaw, though, was how quick he was to get into it with anyone who crossed his path. He was well aware he was an asshole, but man. Some people really deserved it.

He had been walking along the sidewalk, window-shopping the storefronts for items he had no money to buy. Each step he took seemed to lead him into the darker and shadier parts of town, the seedy area better emphasized by the setting sun. As streetlights flicked to life, and the groups of people seemed to dwindle, Logan found himself thinking about returning home.

He wasn’t sure when he had started to consider Wade’s messy apartment (one Blind Al included) home, but to Logan, it was the only safe place in this universe that he had to return to.

Today was the first time in two weeks that Wade had gone out on some mercenary work. Said he needed to ‘leave for plot purposes’, or whatever nonsense that man was always spouting. Regardless, It was one of the first nights Logan was reminded of how lonely he was his long-practiced solitary nature. Wade had been a constant pain in his ass, and Logan just needed some time to think without the constant chattering of the undying, loudmouth mercenary.

But even though Logan knew where he was going, that didn’t stop him from running into punks whose life mission seemed just to give Logan a migraine. Seriously, why couldn’t people ever leave him alone?

As he beat their asses, Logan smelt another person in the air. Another mutant? He couldn’t tell. Distracted, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder blade, which did little damage and more-or-less just served to piss Logan off more. He grabbed the knife that was embedded in his flesh and yanked it out, his healing factor wasting no time to sew his skin back together.

“Nice knife,” Logan growled, throwing the weapon to the ground “But I have a couple better ones for you.”

As his adamantium claws slid out with a metallic shing, two white strings seemed to hit Logan’s last victim, effectively disarming the punk in one simple second.

“Hey! I don’t think those knives, knuckles? Knuckle-knives will be necessary.” a voice rang out. It was a little squeaky, but confident, and obviously belonged to an adult. “Wait. Wait a second, you look like..”

The voice cut himself off, as a red-clad figure landed from the air (was he on the roof this whole time?) in front of Logan. The scent of this guy told Logan this was the person who had arrived at the tail end of his punk-on-wolverine skirmish. The figure had to be mutant or some sort of meta-human, because what normal person in their right mind would decide to put on a spandex onesie and run around wild throughout the night? Even less, run around New York at night.

“Oh! You’re Logan! Well, not our Logan, or no I mean you are our Logan, you just from another universe-” the kid blabbed on. It was the innocent kind of blabbing, but Logan found a sense of uneasiness in the way this kid talked like he knew him.

In Logan’s experience, those who knew him were either: His friend (Logan didn’t know this guy) His bartender (no), or someone who was definitely an enemy of Logan. You could say Logan was mistrusting, or suspicious of people, but it had kept him safe.

With his claws still outstretched, Logan crouched into his familiar defensive stance, giving a snarl in warning. He didn’t want to fight, but he would not be caught unprepared. He rather this kid leave him be and find some other mutant-powered bastard to torture. The figure seemed to get the hint, white eyes going wide before assuming a, although nervous, friendlier stance.

“Wait, wait, wait. My name is Spiderman, you know? Friendly-Neighborhood-Spiderman?” The vigilante held his hands out placatingly, which he wouldn’t admit, did soothe just a little bit of the tension Logan had.

“I just- Wade told me about you over the phone and I just thought that maybe you would like to,” He shrugged like he didn’t know what his mouth was gonna say next “Hang out, or something. I mean not tonight, obviously, I’m sure you're really busy, uh, fighting and all,” he looked to the bodies on the ground, “ but I just wanted to put the offer out. I wasn’t tracking you or anything I swear, I just swung by and saw you, and I was like ‘Hey this guy can handle himself’ but then that guy was like ‘Let me knife you’ and you were like ‘Let me knife you ten times over’ and that’s when I thought ‘okay maybe this isn’t good’ and I’m sorry”

It was honestly pathetic. All of this kid's honesty and vulnerability were on display, and Logan felt a little bad for making him panic in the first place. He stared into the white sockets of the figure in front of him while dropping his fighting stance and loosening his posture. Or, well, at least loosening it back to his normal state of tense.

A moment passed when neither of them said anything to each other. It seemed time stood still while Spiderman waited for Logan to accept his proposal of hanging out, or at least for Logan to agree not to kill him. Honestly, Logan didn't know what to say. He was torn between, ‘Fuck off’ and ‘Don’t Worry About’. He didn’t want to deal with this right now, especially when he was one, sober, and two, trying to get back to Wade’s apartment as soon as he could.

Logan scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Let me knife you?” he quoted back at Spiderman, finally breaking the silence. “You’re ridiculous, kid,” he added, causing Spiderman to scoff in offense.

While it may seem like nothing, Logan was subtly accepting Spiderman’s peace offer. He didn’t trust him, yet, but he supposed if he was a friend of Wade’s, it was already likely they’ll be seeing each other in the future. Plus, this kid seemed like he could make a good ally.

“So, how do you know Wade?” Logan asked, curious about the nature of their relationship. He’d never heard Wade talk about a Spiderman. (Sidenote: Wade talked non-stop about Spiderman.)

“Well,” the red figure started “me and Wade have had a pretty…complicated relationship?” He intoned like a question. “We’ve been more-or-less friends for two years though. We fight and go on patrol together sometimes!”

Huh. Logan wondered how that worked out, considering this kid didn’t look like the murdering type, and Wade was very, very, much the killing type…

“So that’s how you know about me then. Through Wade.” It was a question, but Logan didn’t have the care to make it sound like one.

“Yep! Wade honestly wouldn’t shut up about it to me and Double D. He was so excited to meet you, you're like his icon!”

Matt? Why was it that Wade could never keep his fucking mouth shut?

“Who’s-” Right as Logan was about to ask who this ‘Matt’ was, a loud crash rang out, followed by a car alarm, which was then followed by the sound of skidding tires. By the sounds of it, somebody had just stolen a car.

“I gotta go. I kinda have to go check that out. See you!” Spiderman yelled as he bolted out of the alley and his voice faded around the corner. Logan was left standing dumbly in the alley, which mind you, still had the two knocked-out punks he beat the hell out of earlier in it. As much as he would’ve loved to stay there and evaluate that entire sequence of events, Logan was honestly just exhausted and wanted to get home.

He found his feet leading him out of the alleyway and towards the apartment. In retrospect, he had started his night feeling alone, not that he’d ever admit it. It always seemed that no matter what, anytime he was alone he either drank the time away, or got into meaningless fights with unimportant people. But, that kid. Spiderman? Logan wouldn’t say he was looking forward to their next meeting, but he was curious to see where this would lead him. They were definitely not friends. Hell, he hardly considered him and Wade friends. But, the opportunity for it to become something like that? It made Logan feel almost nice.

He was obviously going to rip Wade’s mouth off when he got back from his mission, though.