"I told you, you're not welcome here," the bartender's voice cut through the tension in the room. Cecily lingered by the pool table, letting Wade handle it because she wanted no part of this mess.

"You're not welcome anywhere. Now get the fuck out of my bar," the bartender growled, his patience wearing thin.

"Just give me one more drink, and then I'll leave," Logan's voice was gruff, a sound that sent a jolt through Cecily. She stood frozen, struggling to reconcile the familiar tone with the unfamiliar man before her. It was his voice, but not her Logan. Not the one she had lost, not the one she had mourned.

"That's not how this works," the bartender snapped.

"It does now. Leave the bottle," Wade interrupted, leaning casually on the bar.

Logan narrowed his eyes. "I know you, bub?"

"Nope, but I know you," Wade replied.

"Everybody knows me," Logan said with a grunt. "I'm the Wolverine."

"Yes, you are," Wade agreed, "and I'm gonna need you to come with me right now."

Logan looked unimpressed. "Look, lady, I'm not interested," he said, dismissing Wade with a wave.

"Really getting into your cuffs there, huh?" Wade started, but Logan cut him off.

"Why would I go with you?" Logan asked, poking Wade's forehead with a finger.

Wade didn't miss a beat. "Because, unfortunately, I need you. And even more unfortunately, my entire world needs you."

The bartender, tired of the back-and-forth, chuckled. "You two gonna fuck or fight?"

A moment of silence hung in the air as Logan stared at Wade, not giving a clear response.

"You gonna take that from him?" Wade asked.

"Yep," Logan said flatly, not giving in to the provocation.

Wade sighed, clearly unimpressed. "I can tell you've got this 'don't get too close, I'll only break your heart' vibe going on," he started, "but every other Wolverine would've really hurt me by now. And creepy Peanut back there told me you're the one I need." He pointed toward Cecily, who stood with her back to them, visibly uninterested in Wade's antics.

Logan followed Wade's gesture, his expression shifting from annoyance to something more profound when he saw her. That hair, long and blonde—it was a sight he hadn't seen in years, one that had haunted his nightmares more times than he cared to count.

"Yeah, yeah, you can stare all you want later," Wade cut in, snapping Logan back to the present. "But I'm sort of on a tick-tick, so upsy-daisy, here we go." He moved to lift Logan from his stool, his usual lighthearted sarcasm underlined by a note of urgency.

"Woah, hey, easy," Logan said, struggling to stay upright as he stood up.

"There you go," Wade said, steadying him. Cecily heard the familiar metallic snikt of Logan's claws extending.

"Oh, whiskey dick with the claws," Wade remarked with a smirk. "It's quite common in Wolverines over 40."

Logan's eyes narrowed. "You don't want this."

"You're right, I don't," Wade replied, pulling out his gun and aiming it squarely at Logan's head. "And you don't want this either. Unless you're keen on breathing through your forehead, I suggest you reconsider. Let's go, Peanut."

Logan chuckled darkly. "Oh, hold on, hold on. Watch this." He grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the bar and stumbled slightly, nearly losing his balance.

"Woah, easy," Wade said, still holding the gun but watching as Logan started chugging the whiskey straight from the bottle.

"Good God," Wade muttered, watching Logan down the entire bottle in one go. "Thirsty little honey badger, aren't you?"

Logan kept drinking, not stopping until the bottle was completely empty. He exhaled deeply, his body swaying before he finally passed out, hitting the floor with a thud.

Cecily, who had remained silent and unmoving throughout the entire exchange, finally spoke. "Did you kill him?" she asked, her voice flat and uninterested.

Wade looked down at Logan's unconscious form and shrugged. "Nah, just a little nap. He'll be fine... eventually."

He turned to Cecily, narrowing his eyes. "I guess he'll have to do. You'd better be right about this."

Wade leaned over to lift Logan, pausing as he caught a glimpse of Logan's clothes. "Okay, here we go—ooh, look at those jammies. That only took 20 fucking years." Wade quipped as he hoisted Logan up, shaking his head with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

"One anchor being, coming right up," Wade announced, stepping through the portal with Logan slung over his shoulder. "On your left, babygirl," he called back to Cecily as she followed. She could've helped carry Logan, but she didn't want to get involved any more than she already was.

"This Logan's got it all," Wade continued, dropping Logan unceremoniously as they approached the figure waiting for them. "He can do anything—even musicals. But notice, he's actually wearing a costume this time, like he's finally not embarrassed to be in a superhero movie."

The man ahead frowned, unimpressed. "I don't understand. You said my universe is dying because this sack of nuts got himself killed. Well, problem solved."

The man stared at Logan's unconscious form and then back at Wade. "My god. You actually think you can replace an anchor being with *this*? I wouldn't have accepted any other Wolverine, but you've outdone yourself and brought me the worst one!"

"What do you mean, the worst one?" Wade asked, confused.

"This Wolverine let down his entire world," the man explained, his voice laced with disdain. "He's the stuff of legend, but not in a good way. And what he did—well, some things are just beyond forgiveness."

Cecily's face tightened in confusion. She knew this wasn't her Logan, but how could he be the worst one?

"Okay, how do I—how do I make this right? I'll do anything," Wade pleaded, a rare hint of desperation creeping into his voice.

The man ahead shook his head, voice cold. "I gave you a chance at greatness because my superiors deemed you special. Clearly, not special in the good way. Apparently, you have some future purpose to serve."

Wade quipped, "With Thor, he holds me." But his joke fell flat.

The man ignored him, continuing, "I did my duty. I gave you the opportunity to be somebody. Instead of accepting my offer with humility and gratitude, you broke my nose."

Wade scoffed, "It looks great," he muttered under his breath.

The man's eyes narrowed. "And you decimated dozens of my men with the exhumed corpse of a hero. Dishonoring not only his remains but his memory," the man finished

Cecily's eyes darkened, stepping closer to Wade, her anger simmering. "You did what?" she asked, voice dangerously low.

Wade sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to avoid her gaze. "Look, you weren't meant to find that out."

Cecily's eyes blazed with fury. "You dug up my husband's grave? And then used his remains to kill this mans people?" Her voice rose, shaking with anger.

Wade held up his hands defensively. "Look, one—they gave me no choice. And two," he hesitated, trying to choose his words carefully, "Ex husband. You weren't together when he died."

"You stupid fucking-," Cecily spat, stepping toward him, her fists clenched.

Before the tension could explode, the man overseeing the situation cut in, voice booming, "Your world is dying! And there's no stopping it." He paused briefly to take a bite from a sandwich a worker had just handed him, chewing nonchalantly.

"The humane thing to do is to make it quick," the man said, snapping his fingers, mouth full of sandwich.

"Is the thought of vaporizing my universe making you peckish?" Wade asked, eyebrow raised.

"I'm eating my feelings," the man muttered. "I'm about to lose everything I care about because that hairy thunder cunt from down under cunt finally dies—" Wade interrupted himself, realizing mid-sentence, "And he's standing right behind me, isn't he?"

Wade turned to Logan, forcing a smile. "Welcome to the MCU, by the way. You're joining at a bit of a low point."

Turning back to the man, Wade pointed at the man. "As for you, I want to talk to your boss. Get him, her, or them on the phone and let them know Marvel H. Christ isn't playing."

The man stared at Wade, and the room went silent. Wade glanced around, breaking the tension. "Holy shit. I just heard a symphony of buttholes clenching all at once. You're off-grid, aren't you? Your bosses have no idea what you sick fucks are doing down here." He pointed a finger at the man, voice rising. "Well, guess what? I've got a black belt in Karen, and I'm going upstairs to report all this. I'll tell them everything about—"

Before Wade could finish, he vanished. Cecily jumped back, startled.

"Oh, the silence is nice," the man said, smirking.

Logan immediately stepped forward, on guard. "Where the fuck did he go?"

"To the trash heap," the man replied, tapping his stick. "You'll fit right in."

Logan charged at him, but the man simply used the same stick, and Logan was gone in an instant. "That was close," the man muttered with a satisfied grin.

Cecily stared at him, heart racing. "Look, I didn't even want to be part of this. Can you just send me home? I won't tell anyone, promise," she said, her voice strained.

The man chuckled darkly. "Unfortunately, no," he said, before turning the stick on her. A moment later, she too was gone.

im gonna admit guys i did slow down on writing cecily not cause i want to but because i dont wanna be done writing her </3