Deadpool & Wolverine: Knights Of Kansas City

Deadpool & Wolverine: Knights of Kansas City

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Sliven Bulgaria 2027 Earth-10005

Of Hit-jobs and Husbands.

The siren call of violence. It always called to him, making a career of it made sense.

He preferred being a lumberjack or those short months in New York when he did construction and freelance manual labor. But that doesn't pay the bills. Perhaps in a few thousand years, there won't be a need for people like Wade and himself. They could weave baskets or run a B&B of some sort, perhaps log cabin outside of Banff Alberta, cater to the park tourists. they could both enjoy a quiet, peaceful existence. At least for a while. The daydreams of the Wolverine as he sat on the large plush leather couch in the chartered private jet headed to Bulgaria for "Work."

He pulled out his bag, he packed lightly, and quickly, but he definitely needed something less flashy than what he had on for this mission...

Once upon a time in Central Park, Wade had vented all the frustrations he had with him

One of them being that he had bad taste.

Ever since they got more successful, Wade made a point of proving it. 99% of Logans current wardrobe is something Wade picked up. None of it cheap. Logan spent most days looking like a model for Fendi and Prada.

Wade had two major modes of affection for Logan. One : Universal. he bought people gifts, he spoiled the one he loves, especially now when he had more money. The other was specifically reserved for logan. The man could not keep his hands off him, Logans ass had been smacked more than an actress in a tela novela. Some days, he liked it, especially on the days when Logans feral needs rose to the surface.

He remembered a few days ago

Wade had gone for the goods as he walked by him in the living room.

THAT'S IT! Wade flinched for the soon to come stabing. Instead, Logan Sweeped him off his feet and started walking with him in his arms towards their room. Don't start things you can't finish, bub! Wade cackled like a school girl all the way to the room... on the other side of the house, you could hear Althea turning up the volume of the TV in her room up.

Logan opened the bag and shifted through its contents, looking for something to change into, something less conspicuous.

The casual pants he was wearing that moment were dolce and gabbana and the black t-shirt he was wearing was from Prada. Observant people would notice the man in two grand worth of clothing walking in to a dive bar in downtown Sliven

He pulled out a pair of no name jeans from the thrift store and a basic dark green polo shirt. Changed and laid down on the couch.

It was a long flight, he pulled out one more thing from his bag. A Yellow and Pink t-shirt with an animé character on it... it still smelled strongly of Wade. Logan hugged it tight to his chest, rolled over and did his best to sleep.

After tracking down the target, it was an easy job. He didn't actually have to waste a day doing a lot of recon.

He found him sitting at the bar. He was the typical Eastern european mobster apart from being six foot six and pretty berley he looked like he came straight out of a casting call for a John Wick movie.

Tattoos, gold chains.

Logan wanted to get this over with. He couldn't just stab him and walk out. It had to look like a random event. No way to interpret it as a hit. He had a plan.

He sat next to the guy, chatting him up in his best broken Bulgarian (not a language he was very familiar with) peppering it with English. At some point, he cut to the chaise and asked the mobster if he'd like to come home with him. For emphasis, logan put his hand on his thigh. He took the bait, typical homophobic tough guy started throwing punches.

He let him get a few in. He feigned, taking it hard and falling into a table behind him. He intentionally threw a chair at a table with other rough looking customers. In a matter of seconds, a chaotic bar brawl broke out.

Once everyone was fighting Logan stopped pulling his punches. He gave the mobster a hard jab to his Solar plexus knocking the air out of him. Then starting low he hit him with a precision uppercut. The strike was so hard he flew straight up in the air, by at least a foot. The impact caused his skull to snap back and dislocate from the first vertebrae.

An internal decapitation. He was dead before he hit the floor. Logan gave him a kick. You should have taken me up on the date, bub. He pulled out his phone quickly, took a picture to collect on payment for the hit, and then made his way out the back door as the chaos rose to a crescendo.

Police sirens were in the distance. It was time to get gone. He'd made it back to the non descript roach motel he'd been staying in while doing recon from. Sent an encrypted email to Peter with the photo.

He'd invoice the customer and get him on the earliest flight out of the country. Logan caught a cab and went to the airport at the edge of town. He told peter he'd take anything he could arrange even a short trip it Istanbul while he arranged something directly to Kansas City. It was more important that he put distance between him and the Sliven's Police department. He really didn't want a complicated extraction.

Thankfully, it wasn't long. He cought a Sesna to Sofia where a Gulfstream G550 was waiting. With a full tank, Kansas City was well within range for a nonstop flight.

This flight came with an attendant who took his bag and handed him a glass of champagne. Something special from Peter? He didn't normally book flights with a lot of extras... but it was short notice. Perhaps an attendant and drinks came standard.

She had made eyes at him during the flight but Logan felt empty, killing and running takes it out of you. This was technically a business trip... and it was unprofessional.

But then she made a big show of dropping a pin and bent over right in front of Logan. Revealing under her very short skirt, a pair of frilly red and black panties with Wade's logo on it making a winky face at him.

Wade, you dog... a home coming present? Though Logan was a little suspicious. He'd never done anything like this before. The little shit probably set the condo on fire or something.

Ever the gentleman Logan asked if the attendant was interested in a little in flight entertainment. Because consent is important. She agreed, and Logan dropped her panties and buried his face in Her ass. The smell and taste had him immediately hard. It'd been a while since he'd been with a woman, but he was relatively certain he'd remember how it went as he kicked off his pants and opened the condom she handed him...

After about an hour and a half of his induction into the mile high club he was spent, she got hers too. it didn't matter if she was just doing a job. For Logan, everyone lucky enough to get in his pants got to reach climax before he did, because nothing turned him on more than a job well done.

They both got dressed. It wasn't the biggest plane, so he changed into a new outfit in front of her... black Armani underwear ( Wade's favorite, he loved seeing Logan strut around in only a pair of those. He was staring to think Wade had a thing for certain clothes... recently, Wade had a custom circus ring master costume complete with top hat made that fit Logan very snugly. They hadn't gotten a chance to play with it yet, but Wade said it was going to be the greatest show.

He slipped in to his Valentino Garavani Men's Rockstud Faded Jeans and a plain white versace shirt, he hated the little rivets in the pants and wouldn't have worn them had he not just grabbed shit out of the closet. The shirt was more his speed it was white and only had a small Medusa head on the breast.

They had a long flight, so Logan made small talk with her. He also did his due diligence. Her name was Veronica, and yes, she was completely ethical. She was based out of Amsterdam, in business for herself, and was happy with her occupation and did not currently need rescuing.

Today was actually a bonus for her. She didn't find all of her clients attractive. Logan blushed a little at the compliment.

You're probably a gift from my husband. Judging by the underwear you came with. He's probably done something stupid.

She cocked an eyebrow at the husband line

I'm Bisexual. She smiled and immediately understood.

your husband clearly doesn't mind you being with other people if I was a gift.

He's the love of my life. But life... is a long time, sex isn't something we get jealous about, as long as I come home.

They spoke about her life as much as she was comfortable telling. He told her what he tells the IRS. He's a private investigator and he was in Bulgaria following up on a lead. He'd asked her if she'd be ok with him taking a nap. She was fine, she'd just sit and look at her phone. Logans pulled out the animé shirt. Veronica again looked at him puzzled

It helps me sleep.

He gave the shirt a light inhale, hugged it to his chest and took a nap. They'd be in Kansas city soon.

Logan bid farewell to Veronica and thanked her again for a nice time. He grabbed his bag and headed out

When Laura sans Wade met him at the airport he knew something was afoot

Where is your dad?

I'm not certain. He said he'd be home by the morning. I called Warhead and Peter.

By the time Laura got home they had heard back from Yukio and Warhead. Thankfully a fucking clue. Youkio was able to ping it when her virus was activated. Wade had infiltrated The Bayer campus. But hadn't made it out. Warhead had confirmed that he contracted her for intel and recon. As far as she knew the risk was minimal. But something went wrong. Logan went to the bedroom, opened the closet, and pulled out one of the Brown and Yellow suits Wade had commissioned for him. Put it on and called Laura and Althea to the living room.

Laura, listen carefully, if I don't come back, don't come after us... all I've ever wanted was to give you a normal life, a life that was robbed from you. You're going to drive me out to that factory. Drop me off, and I'm going to try and rescue your dad. If we don't come back... Althea will initiate the liquidation protocol, sell all the assets, and empty out the corporate accounts.

There's enough for everyone in the family to have a couple million. Laura take that money, takes Al and the dog, and live comfortably and under the radar. Your dad and I can't die, we will escape... but it might be years.

I love both of you. it's s been my greatest joy to call you and Althea my family.

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This literally made me cry at work... Marvel Jesus help me.

You: adorable art idea!!!

Me: but what if it was sad

Unrelated to Poolverine, this is just impressive muscle control

Can you imagine, once Logan's finally gotten comfortable, they go out to a bar or something Wade's being his goofball self dancing to some pop song, he stops for a second and looks at Logan sitting at the bar only to see this face smiling back at him.

To all my Poolverine Kinktober folks.

Remember, this is a direct quote from Hugh himself... use it irresponsibly.