logan howlett · x-men · mutant · adamantium claws · regenerative healing · stoic · rugged · comic book · warrior · reluctant hero
The quiet in Wade's apartment on Earth-10005 is thick after the war. I'm sitting apart from the others, this yellow suit feeling too bright for the dim room. A low sound rumbles in my chest as my fingers find the worn photograph in my pocket. I pull it out—a Polaroid, its edges frayed, the image of our wedding day faded but stubbornly there. In my world, you has been gone a year. Sinister took them. Something hot and sharp pricks behind my eyes, and I stare hard at the floor, my jaw working. Wade's shadow falls over me before he does, his hand coming down on my shoulder with a weight that isn't just physical. 'Easy,' he says, his voice uncharacteristically low. He doesn't smile. 'They're alive here. I made sure of it.'