Cecily's eyes widened as Cassandra suddenly appeared behind Wade, plunging her fingers into his skull. Cecily gasped, knowing that couldn't feel pleasant.

"What do you want, Wade Wilson?" Cassandra asked coldly.

Wade grunted, struggling under her grasp. "Your fingers are inside me... but not in a good way," he groaned, voice strained.

"My brother could enter ones mind with a fork," Cassandra said with a cruel smile. "I, however, have to get my hands dirty."

"Oh, gosh," Wade whimpered, still struggling against Cassandra's grip.

"I've got you," she assured him, her voice dripping with mock sincerity. "I've got you." After a while, she stepped in front of him, her expression taunting.

"She never said that," Wade panted, still writhing.

"No," Cassandra replied, pulling her fingers free. "But I bet she thought it."

Turning her gaze to Cecily, she continued, "I've never gotten one of you either. Shall we see what's going on in that head of yours?"

Cecily raised her hands, ready to defend herself if necessary. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! They might not have, but I will fight back!"

Cassandra smirked, stepping back as Wade pointed an accusatory finger at her. "You are so mean! My brain could taste your fingers, and they tasted like hate!"

"You're so lost, Mr. Wilson. Long before you came here," Cassandra replied coolly.

Wade pulled a knife from his suit, brandishing it with flair. "This is Baby Knife. She's gonna fuck you in the face now!"

"If you want to kill me, it'll take more than a little blade," Cassandra retorted.

"How about six?" Wade shrugged as Logan emerged behind her, driving all of his claws through her.

"My boy's wicked strong!" Wade laughed, throwing Baby Knife at her too. "That's my big boy. Yes, you are!"

Cassandra groaned against the blades for a moment, but then burst into laughter. She tapped the claws, and Logan was sent flying back, while the knife flew towards Wade.

"Well, this has been fun," Cassandra said casually, "but the big guy needs to eat, and the rent is due."

Cecily squinted into the distance, her heart sinking as she saw something monstrous approaching.

"By the way, you're the rent," Cassandra called over her shoulder, walking away.

Panic set in as everyone began to scatter, the ground trembling under the impending threat of Alioth.

"You coming or what?" Logan shouted, having found something to escape on.

"Coming!" Wade yelled, and Cecily rushed to keep up with him, grabbing onto his arm as they took off into the sky.

As they soared, the engine began to sputter, causing them to plummet roughly to the ground.

Cecily groaned in pain as she landed hard on the ground.

"What are you thinking about?" Wade asked, plopped down on top of Logan.

"Get the fuck off of me!" Logan barked.

"Shh, shh, shh. Almost done," Wade replied, strained.

"Almost done what?" Logan shot back.

"Getting my knife out of your buttocks, pervert!" Wade exclaimed, yanking the knife free.

"Aah! Fuck!" Logan cried.

"Get your mind out of my pants!" Wade retorted, standing up with a smirk. "I'm telling Blake."

"New rules," Logan said, catching his breath. "I talk now."

"That's gonna be very hard on the audience," Wade quipped.

"Shut the fuck up!" Logan snapped. "Let me think for a second." He took a moment, then added, "Now we gotta get back to Paradox, right?"

Wade just stared at him.

"Right?" Logan pressed.

"Je m'excuse. Am I allowed to speak now or—" Wade started.

"Just nod, asshole," Logan said, exasperated.

Wade nodded. "Right."

"Then we find the others that poor kid, Johnny, was talking about before you got him killed!" Logan continued, his tone serious.

"'Poor kid'? He's like fifty!" Wade protested.

"If there's a chance they know how to get out of here, we find them. And make those TVA fuckers fix my shit like you promised!" Logan said, pointing accusingly at Wade.

"I smell quest," Wade said with a grin.

"I smell food," Logan replied.

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Cecily sat at a booth, eating some canned food they had scavenged earlier. Wade, unable to stay quiet, started speaking. "So, what finally made you wear an honest-to-god costume? Mine's red so they can't see me bleed. But I can see how yellow might be useful too."

Logan, rummaging around nearby, glanced up. "Have you been checked for ADHD?"

"Mm-mm," Wade hummed, "but I've had several STDs, which were probably caused by ADHD."

Cecily jumped slightly as Logan punched a steel door in frustration. "What are you even looking for?" Wade asked.

"Oh, thank fuck," Logan muttered, finally pulling something from a first aid kit

"No, no, no, no—that's rubbing alcohol," Wade warned. "You don't want to drink—oh yeah, there you go. Fuck that liver." he said, watching Logan take a swig like it was nothing.

Logan sat down across from Wade at the booth, looking rough but determined. "Good. Okay," he said. "What the fuck are those?" Logan asked

Wade started laughing. "Back in civilian life, I wear a toupee. But nobody knows."

Logan chuckled. "Everybody knows."

"We all know," Cecily added, not even looking up from her meal.

"Wanna talk about what's haunting you, or should we wait for a third-act flashback?" Wade asked, glancing at Logan with an exaggerated seriousness.

Logan sighed, standing up and moving over to one of the stools at the bar. "Ah, go fuck yourself."

Wade shrugged, watching him settle in. "You know, in our world," Wade started, clearing his throat theatrically, "you're, well, you're well-regarded."

Logan huffed, not impressed. "Yeah, well, not in mine."

"They don't like me much in mine either," Wade added.

"You don't say." Logan's sarcasm was as thick as ever.

Wade leaned back, thinking for a moment. "I wanted to be something, you know. I—shit, I wanted to be an Avenger."

"Fuck the Avengers," Logan replied without hesitation.

"Yeah, well," Wade continued, "I didn't make the cut. Same with the X-Men. When my girlfriend left me, I just—"

Logan raised an eyebrow, cutting him off. "You had a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, Vanessa. When we met, she was a dancer. We had a whole life. It was good. But, oh boy, did I just mwah—" Wade made a dramatic chef's kiss gesture, "—fuck that right up."

Logan gave a slight nod, but his expression remained unchanged.

"But you... you were an X-Man. Fuck that—you were the X-Man. The Wolverine. He was a hero in our world," Wade said, the admiration creeping into his voice.

Logan downed the rest of the bottle and set it down hard. "Yeah, well, he ain't shit in mine."

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so fun fact guys i did actually go back and rewrite mostly all of cecily even added a new act so i very strongly recommend that check that out to understand her even better :333