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This story takes place after Magneto rips the Adamantium out of Logan ouch!
Part-One:
Logan groaned, and rolled over to a sitting position, on the right side of his bed. He was woken by the smell of something cooking. The sun was lightening up the far side of his bedroom, through the slot in the curtains. As Logan tilted his head, the rays hit him in the face, making him squint his eyes. He scratched his head and leant over to retrieve his jeans from the floor.
"Mornin' Roomy!" Wade yelled from the kitchen, "What ya’ want on your pancakes?"
"Thought you'd gone already," Logan growled, pulling on his Levi's. He left his belt unbuckled, and it clinked, as he made his way to the fridge.
"Maple syrup?" Wade asked, squirting the tube all over the freshly made pancakes.
Logan ignored him completely. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, and walked back into the front room.
Wade tagged along behind him.
“Aren't you full of cheer this mornin'," Wade said sarcastically, between mouthfuls.
"I don't like pancakes," Logan grunted. "Or company."
"You don't say? " Wade replied, stuffing another pancake into his mouth. "I guess, some people just don't know what they're missin'." He walked back to the kitchen quietly.
Logan slumped down on the sofa. "I should've left him decoratin' the sidewalk," he thought to himself.
"Thanks for savin' my ass last night," Wade said softly. Then his tone changed. "No cheesy puffs?" Wade groaned.
Logan heard the cupboard doors opening, and banging shut. He grunted and got to his feet.
"When was the last time you went to the store?" he yelled, then turned to see Logan glaring at him.
Logan grunted and pulled another beer from the fridge.
"Okay, I'll go" Wade sighed. He headed for the front door and quickly snatched his mask, before slamming the door behind him.
Logan snorted and lit the stove. He pulled the frying pan over the burner and threw the bacon into the pan. It hissed and crackled. Logan stood over the pan, breathing in the aroma, trying to get rid of the sweet smelling pancakes.
"Real food," he said, turning the bacon over.
When the bacon was ready, he fished it out of the pan with his claws. He stuffed the rashers in his mouth one, by one. Then he washed them down with beer, and belched loudly.
He made his way back to the sofa, pausing, to look out the window. He slumped down and picked up, yesterday's newspaper. Enjoying the peace and quiet, he lit a cigar, and started reading.
"Honey! I'm home," Wade shouted, as he entered the door.
Logan snorted and pretended he didn’t hear him.
Wade had a big bag of groceries in his arms. He kicked the door shut with his left heel, and it thudded against the frame.
"I got cheesy puffs, Nachos, doughnuts, iced pastries," he leaned over the coffee table. "And these are for you," he grinned, placing the six pack of beer in front of Logan.
Logan peered over his newspaper. Raised his eyebrows. Then continued reading. He heard Wade unpacking the groceries in the kitchen and humming to himself. Then he shuffled over to the bathroom, and closed the door quietly.
The sound of running water was distracting enough, without Wade singing 'I Feel Good', while doing a mock striptease.
"That's it" Logan growled, thumping the newspaper on the table. He paused. He sratched his head and gazed thoughtfully at the six pack of beer that Wade had brought him. Then he heard a buzzing sound coming from the bathroom. Wade was trying to tune the radio.
“Sometimes, it hard to be a woman,“ Wade sung loudly. “Givin’ all your love, to just one man."
Logan hauled himself of the sofa, and thumped over to the bathroom door. He pushed the door open with a thud. He was greeted by Wade, shoulder deep in bubbles, with a barrel of a pistol, poking out from under the suds.
“What the hell!” Logan yelled. “Who takes a gun into the tub?”
“I lost my rubber duck,” Wade groaned, fishing the loofah out from under the bubbles. “Wanna scrub my back?”
“Now, I know why they wanted to kill ya!" Logan growled, and slammed the door behind him. He stomped back to the table, pulled a can from the six pack and gulped it down.
“Come on!" Wade shouted, "can't you even take a joke?" He stood in the doorway, with a towel wrapped around him, still sopping wet.
“Will ya put some clothes on, Wilson. You're freaking me out,” Logan grunted.
“Ow! That hurt.” Wade pretended to be shot in the chest and slumped against the door frame. “You ain’t so perfect yourself ya know. I pulled enough hair out of the plughole to stuff Rogue’s Bra.”
“I’m in no mood for your jokes, asshole,” Logan snarled, gulping down the last of his beer.
“Ever thought of waxing?” Wade added, before retreating behind the bathroom door.
Logan launched the empty beer can in Wades direction. It bounced of the door and rattled on the hard wooden floor.
Just then the doorbell rang.
“What the hell," Logan growled.
“That’ll be the pizza!” Wade yelled excitedly from the bathroom.
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