"4 years later blah blah blah all that crap you really don't want to hear."

"Oh you were expecting Y/N and Wanda having fluffy duffy cute moments. Well you're not, it's Y/N and Wade's fluffy duffy cute moments."

"Ironboybooks finally writing after announcing his retirement and return about 10 times... maybe 50. I know you're sick of it because you seriously don't care. Neither do I. That fuckface loves to edge us all the time."

"I mean, whatever happened to the 2013 Y/N Variant from the Endgame arc? Who the fuck knows. We've gotten cast chapters three different times.... Wolverine & the TVA, X Lives of Wolverine, The Wolverine... he really likes to milk fleshed out characters for future cameos. Well he ain't Disney!"

"Wait... I feel the looming presence of a narcissistic giant finger backspacing.... pushing me away- No!!! The arc is Deadpool and Wolverine not the other way round!!!!"

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3rd Person POV

Four years had passed since Y/N and Wanda exchanged vows, their lives intertwined by love and shared purpose. Their home was filled with the joyful chaos of their children-Daken and Tommy, four-year-old twins with boundless energy, and Jeannie, their eldest, nearing her ninth birthday. The house was often filled with laughter, their days marked by the tender moments that come with raising a family. But despite the warmth of these days, a shadow loomed over their lives.

Y/N, once ever-present at home, had been fighting alongside the X-Men more frequently, often leaving Wanda and the children for long stretches.

There was a reason for his distance, a deeper cause pulling him into battle, though few could fully grasp its significance. Even Wanda, who understood Y/N better than anyone, could not unravel the mystery that weighed on him.

Something unspoken lingered between them. And as Y/N continued to fight alongside the X-Men, far from the comfort of his family, the distance grew-not just physical but emotional. The new arc of their story had begun, with Y/N caught between the world of heroes and the world of his family, each pulling him in different directions.

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"Class dismissed." The voice of the Wolverine was heard by the entire class of young Mutants.

It was a late afternoon, 6PM to be exact. Y/N was running late shifts in the danger room with younger Mutants who were in training for whatever possible stake that could arise.

As the holograms dissappeared, Y/N was face to face with a student, who, by his face looked a little thrilled and petrified.

"Kid, you got a mean swing so you can't let your guard down. You could have killed someone, Roberto." Y/N said sternly. Not showing any empathy towards the boy, who was about 18 years old.

Roberto, the newest recruit in Scott's B Team, also called the 'gold' team nodded. "But-"

"No 'buts'. You seriously could have gotten someone killed. Control that power."

Y/N immediately walked out of the danger room. The sliding 'X' doors opening so he could leave.

He got inside a nearby elevator and the doors shut infront of him, his expression blank as of recently. Nobody asked him to be helping out the school but he decided to anyway.

A part of him wanted to stay away from his family.

"Why haven't you headed home, L/N?" A metal man right beside him asked. It was Colossus. A fellow friend of Y/N's. "Go get some rest."

"Rest." Y/N sarcastically chuckled. "I haven't heard that word in a while." The man then looked up to meet the Russian's eyes then below to see that he was carrying presents. "Where are you off to anyway?"

"Me? I'm going to my friend's birthday party. Well I wasn't invited but all of our friends are going as a surprise to suprise him after he comes from work! Exciting right?" Colossus replied enthusiastically, not expecting to get a blank reaction from Y/N near the end.

"Good for that guy, I guess." Y/N answered and got off as soon as the elevator reached his floor.

Y/N tightened the leather jacket around his shoulders as he headed down the grand staircase of the X-Mansion. The walls, once comforting with their familiar portraits and memories, now felt suffocating, pressing in on him as he moved toward the heavy oak doors. He wasn't sure what he was looking for tonight-a brief escape, maybe, something to numb the dull ache that had taken root in his chest over the past few months. He had sworn off drinking years ago, but recently, in the past three months, it had become his closest companion, a way to quiet the storm that raged in his mind.

Just as he reached for the door handle, a man's voice cut through the silence, calm yet firm. "Where are you going, Y/N?"

Y/N paused, his hand hovering over the handle, before turning to face Scott, who stood at the base of the stairs, arms crossed. There was a knowing look in Scott's eyes, one that irritated Y/N to no end.

"For a drink," Y/N replied, his voice low, almost defiant.

Scott's expression hardened, concern etching into his features. "You haven't touched a drink in years. What's going on with you?"

Y/N sighed, frustration bubbling up. "It's nothing. Just need some time to clear my head."

Scott took a step closer, his tone softening. "Y/N, the twins' school play is in an hour. You should be there."

Y/N's jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Scott, this isn't your business."

Scott met his gaze evenly. "Maybe not. But your family is. You've been helping us a lot lately, and I'm grateful for that. But you need a break. Especially after what happened..." Scott hesitated, his voice trailing off as if the weight of unspoken words hung between them. "Wanda and the kids would appreciate you being around. It's probably time you get involved with your family again."

Y/N's hands clenched into fists at his sides, the tension in his body palpable. "Don't lecture me, Scott. You don't know what's going on."

"Then talk to me," Scott urged, his voice still calm but laced with an undercurrent of concern. "Or better yet, talk to Wanda. She's worried sick about you."

Y/N scoffed, his frustration boiling over as he turned away. "I'm fine, Scott. I don't need you or anyone else telling me how to live my life."

Scott didn't move, his eyes following Y/N as he stepped outside. "You're not fine. You're running. And sooner or later, you're going to have to stop and face whatever it is you're trying to avoid."

Y/N didn't respond. He strode across the mansion's courtyard, the cool evening air brushing against his face as he mounted his motorbike. The engine roared to life beneath him, a familiar sound that used to bring him peace. Now, it was just another distraction, another way to outrun the thoughts that haunted him.

Without a backward glance, he sped off down the long driveway, the tires kicking up gravel as he disappeared into the night, leaving the mansion.

-

Y/N pulled into the school parking lot, the rumble of his motorbike fading as he killed the engine. The school building loomed before him, lights from the windows spilling out into the darkening evening. It was supposed to be a place of pride tonight, a place where he could have watched his sons shine. But as he glanced at the clock on the dashboard, his heart sank. 8:00 PM. Two hours late.

He dismounted, feeling the weight of the mistake he had made, and slowly walked towards the school entrance. His steps were heavy, the alcohol swirling in his system only adding to the numbness he had been fighting off. When the door opened, his heart clenched as he saw Wanda and the kids step out, accompanied by Pietro.

The twins, Daken and Tommy, and their older sister, Jeannie, were animatedly talking with their uncle, but as soon as they saw Y/N, their faces turned cold. They didn't even say hello, didn't even acknowledge his presence, as they walked past him without a word. The sting of their silent dismissal hit him harder than he expected.

Pietro's eyes met Y/N's with a hardened look, one filled with disappointment and a hint of anger, before he turned his attention back to the kids. Wanda, on the other hand, stood still, her eyes narrowing as she took in Y/N's disheveled appearance. She said something softly to the children, who followed their uncle to the car, leaving Wanda alone to face Y/N.

As the car door closed behind the kids, Wanda stepped forward, coming face to face with Y/N. Her expression was a mix of hurt and quiet fury, the kind of calm that spoke of a deeper, simmering anger.

"You're late," she said, her voice cold and controlled. "Two hours late, Y/N."

Y/N swallowed hard, shame creeping up his throat, making it difficult to find his voice. "I... I got held up, I-"

Wanda cut him off, lifting her hand to silence him. "It's 8 o'clock," she pointed out, her tone clipped. "The performance ended right now. The boys were looking for you. They were looking for their dad."

She paused, leaning in slightly, her nose twitching as she caught the unmistakable scent of alcohol on him. Her eyes flashed with anger, and Y/N could see the betrayal in them, sharp and clear.

"You've been drinking," she stated, the words heavy with disappointment. "After everything we've been through... after everything we talked about... you show up like this?"

Y/N tried to speak, his voice trembling with a mix of guilt and frustration. "Wanda, I didn't mean to... I just needed to clear my head. It's been too much lately and I have to protect what I have."

"Do you think I haven't been struggling too?" Wanda's voice rose slightly, still controlled but trembling at the edges. "Do you think I haven't felt like drowning sometimes? But I stayed. I stayed for the kids. I stayed for you. And here you are, running away from us, from them, from everything."

Y/N felt the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, the weight of his failures crashing down on him. He had let them all down, and now, here he was, making a scene in a school parking lot, an emotional wreck.

Wanda's face softened for a moment, sadness creeping into her eyes as she looked at the man she loved, the man who was now falling apart in front of her. "The boys wanted you there, Y/N. They've been practicing for months. They were so excited to show you... and you weren't there."

Her words were like knives, cutting deep into him. He could feel himself unraveling, humiliation and sorrow twisting his insides. He sank to the ground, burying his face in his hands, unable to hold back the sobs that wracked his body. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Wanda... I don't know what's wrong with me..."

Wanda knelt down beside him, her own eyes brimming with tears she refused to let fall. "Y/N, I love you. But you need to get it together. You need to grow up and stay with us. This-" she gestured at him, her voice breaking slightly, "-this isn't you. You need to sort yourself out before something bad happens... something worse than what we've already been through."

She stood up slowly, her gaze lingering on him, as he remained hunched over on the pavement, broken and lost. She wanted to reach out, to pull him back from the brink, but she knew this was a battle he had to fight on his own.

"I'll leave the porch light on," she said softly, her voice thick with emotion, before turning and walking away, her steps heavy with the pain of leaving him there.

Y/N heard the car doors close and the engine start, the sound of his family driving away echoing in his ears as he remained on the cold, unforgiving ground. He finally lifted his head, watching as the taillights disappeared into the night, the reality of his situation crashing down on him.

Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, wiping at his tear-streaked face with trembling hands. He glanced back at the school, the dark windows staring back at him, a silent reminder of what he had lost tonight. Without another word, he mounted his motorbike and drove off into the night, the roar of the engine a hollow comfort as he sped away from the place where he had fallen apart.

-

The night had grown colder as midnight settled in, the stars obscured by thick clouds that seemed to mirror Y/N's murky thoughts. The streets were quiet, only the occasional distant sound of traffic breaking the silence as Y/N stumbled out of the bar. The alcohol was a dull throb in his head, and his steps were unsteady, his mind lost in a haze of regret and anger. He had spent hours trying to drown out the voice in his head that kept replaying Wanda's words, her disappointment echoing through him like a cruel taunt.

As he approached his motorbike, leaning heavily against it for balance, he felt the sting of what he had done tonight. He hadn't gone home. He hadn't even tried. The porch light Wanda promised to leave on was likely shining bright in the darkness, waiting for him, but he couldn't face it. Not now.

Just as he was about to swing his leg over the bike, a sudden flash of orange light illuminated the street in front of him. Y/N squinted, instinctively raising a hand to shield his eyes as an orange rectangle-glowing and pulsing-materialized out of thin air, blocking his path. He staggered back, eyes narrowing in confusion and rising anger.

From the portal, several figures emerged, clad in matching black and orange gear, their faces obscured by helmets and visors. The letters "TVA" were emblazoned on their chests. They moved with precision, surrounding him in a loose formation, but Y/N's attention was fixed on the man who appeared to be their leader-a tall figure who stepped forward, his demeanor calm and authoritative.

The leader spoke first, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Y/N, we're with the Time Variance Authority. We need you to come with us."

Y/N's heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline spiking as he took in their words. He had heard whispers about the TVA before, rumors of an organization that operated beyond time itself, but he had never imagined they would come for him. His mind, clouded by drink and turmoil, couldn't process why they were here now, what they wanted from him.

"Need me?" Y/N scoffed, his voice slurred but dripping with defiance. "I don't need you. I don't need anything from anyone."

The leader remained unfazed, stepping closer. "This isn't a request. You need to come with us, now."

Y/N's eyes flicked to the portal, its ominous glow casting long shadows across the pavement. His anger, simmering all night, finally erupted. "You think you can just walk in here and order me around?" His voice was laced with bitterness. "I'm not going anywhere with you, bub."

The leader's gaze didn't waver. "This is your only warning. Come with us willingly, or we'll have to take you by force."

Y/N's fists clenched, and before he knew it, the familiar snikt sound echoed through the night as his claws popped out, gleaming under the dim streetlights. "Force? You're gonna regret that."

Without another thought, he charged at the leader, his instincts taking over, fueled by anger and the burning need to hit something, to feel in control of something, anything.

But the leader moved with inhuman speed, sidestepping Y/N's charge with ease, his movements fluid and precise. Y/N's momentum carried him straight through the spot where the leader had been standing-and directly into the glowing portal.

He felt a sudden, disorienting pull as the world around him shifted violently. The bar, the street, even the night sky-all of it vanished in an instant, replaced by a swirling vortex of light and color. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, like being stretched and compressed all at once, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer force of it.

Then, just as suddenly, the motion stopped. Y/N stumbled, his knees buckling as he hit solid ground. He was no longer outside the bar. He wasn't even sure he was on Earth anymore. The air around him felt different, the space distorted, filled with an oppressive energy that made his skin crawl.

However, the alcohol hit Y/N's system perfectly to knock hin out cold for the time being....

Where was he?

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A/N:

New chapter is out! What do we think??

I haven't written in well over a year, it's great to be back

Love a comment and a vote. It all helps.

What did Y/N do that was so bad?? I wonder 🤔🤔