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This entire thing is inspired by that one depressing song called “Someday I'll Get It” by Alek Olsen. I think we've all cried to this song at one point in our lives. Prepare for the angst. Don't worry it has a happy ending.

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“Happily ever after(life)”

Setting: Wade’s and Logan’s apartment. Well, technically just Wade’s since he’s the only one left at this point of Earth-10005’s timeline. Spoiler alert, the world did end up fucking itself into oblivion like Cable anticipated all those years ago. Man... had it been a hundred years already? who the fuck knows… who’s keeping up at this point.

Wade has definitely lost count of how long it's been since he even moved a muscle, he could smell what surrounded him, not so much see, since it was pitch dark. Dried up plants, the remains of a goldfish in an empty tank, dust that used to be food at some point inside an unplugged refrigerator, everything was pretty much dead, well, almost everything. In the middle of all that, there laid Wade. Just another piece of something withering away.

When The Wars started, he had joined the X-men which at some point merged with the Avengers, which at some point merged with another group, and so on and so on. No one even cared about titles anymore, it was about the survival of the timeline. Oh, which wars you may ask? it wasn't some big scary alien, or some outworldly God, it was way worse. It was the decay of the timeline, it was sharknado on steroids, the four horsemen rampaging the earth with the worst diseases, crop deaths, you name it. No one can pinpoint the exact moment everything went sideways, except Wade, he had the bad habit of being in the middle of shitstorms.

You see, no one knew this, but Wade and Logan had become the new anchor beings of Earth-100005 and hell, its future seemed secured being that the anchor beings were fucking immortal. Or so they thought. Fifty years after the whole time ripper incident (that's how the ATV called it), Logan had begun suffering from “adamantium rejection sickness”. Yeah, we’ve all seen how it turned out for Logan in that one movie. Spoiler alert, this didn't end well for his Logan either.

See what I did there? His Logan. Apparently living together under one roof and having shared life experiences does lead to the most pure form of love. They ran with it and boy did it flourish. They were soon known as “the couple of the century” by the media, the Susan Storm and Reed Richards of their world, if you will.  No one could believe it at first, and then, no one remembered a time before it existed. That goes to show how well they fitted together. They were two fucked up puzzle pieces that miraculously clicked. Naturally.

Once Logan started to deteriorate, Wade (far from going nuts and freaking out in his usual style) buckled down and made them move to the mansion for a while to try and find a cure. They wasted ten years in that godforsaken mansion. Althea had passed decades ago and had left her apartment to Wade, or as she liked to call him “unwanted son”. So, after their failed stay with the X-men they moved into Al’s empty apartment. They turned into theirs.  Another thirty years passed before their love nest, as Wade liked to call it, turned into hospice.

What an awful word. Hospice. That's the word you use when there's no hope left, there's not much to do, but cherish the last moments you have with the person that means the whole world to you. Wade really tried to hold it together, man did he try, but everything came tumbling down. And the worst part? There wasn't even time for grief. The night Logan was gone in his sleep, an 8.8 earthquake destroyed the West Coast of South America which in turn provoked the worst tsunami ever recorded in Eastern Australia and the Pacific Islands. And that was just the tip of the iceberg. Shit hit the fan, and fast.

And so it began a Post-Logan time in Wade’s life. Coked up and bloody. Like a wounded animal that tries to bite anything or anyone, Wade fought tooth and nail during The Wars. He single handedly took down countless guerrillas, terrorists, crazy billionaires, etc. And far from becoming a War hero, he was shunned and flagged as extremely dangerous and impossible to work with. He was a mercenary at heart. I'm telling you, it's not even worth telling this part of the story.

Cut to now.

Pitch black.

No movement, no life left except for Wade’s, if that is what he is.

Alive?

Just barely.

Everyone was gone, literally, everyone. He knew there was no winning just waiting for it to come to pass. By now, his body had shut down and atrophied after months of not moving it, he had dropped himself on the floor and had completely given up. He knew he was probably the last human being on this earth and that the timeline was hastily imploding. His cells were fighting to replenish what couldn't be healed. His mind thought, was a whole different story. His inner monologue hung on for dear life, going on forever on what he could’ve done to prevent all this. After what seemed like hell on earth suddenly ceased to exist. Earth-100005 as we knew it disappeared into a black hole of nothingness. Every life lived meaningless. Just pure absence and for Wade, peace.

-Cue “Take on Me” by a-ha (the MTV Unplugged version).-

“Took you long enough, Red”. There he was, Logan. Unbothered, sitting on a stool by the bar peacefully drinking a beer. The damn fucker looked as good as ever with a side smile and hazle eyes beaming with life. Wade just stood there, frozen for an instant. His eyes suddenly got watery from overwhelming emotion. He slowly walked up to Logan and stood close enough to really see him, smell him, feel him, be with him. They were soon locked in a warm embrace. There were so many things to be said but they just held each other in silence. 

Once they broke their embrace Wade couldn't help but say “This damn bar, isn't this the shithole I rescued you from? and why the fuck is it empty?” to which Logan replied “Shut the fuck up” with the most sincere laugh. Finally, they were reunited. It was so peaceful, in a way that no words can describe. Wade couldn't help but mumble, “Is this heaven?” to which Logan whispered, “It is now”.