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69.23% Am I Deadpool??? / Chapter 25: Stryker Strike back!

Capítulo 25: Stryker Strike back!

The roar of Logan's Harley echoed through the gates of the Xavier Mansion as he and Marie rolled in, cutting through the quiet like a knife. The mansion loomed in the distance, its peaceful façade a stark contrast to the storm of thoughts raging in Logan's mind.

Alkali Lake had been a bust. No answers. Just more questions. His head felt heavy, weighed down by memories—or lack thereof. He needed a drink. Something strong enough to burn away the frustration.

"Looks the same as we left it," Marie said, her voice soft as the wind whipped past them. She pulled off her helmet, tossing her hair back with a small sigh. "Guess the kids didn't burn it down after all."

Logan snorted. "Not yet, anyway."

They came to a stop, the Harley's rumble fading into silence as Logan cut the engine. Marie hopped off, smoothing down her jacket. "Wonder how the others handle Wade's antics. This is the first time we left him alone without one of us in the mansion, y'know?"

Logan shrugged. "They got Storm and Chucks, and Wade at least respected and listened to them. Hank also planning on coming back I heard. Beside how bad could it be?"

Famous last words.

As they made their way up the stairs, the door to the mansion burst open with a loud crash, and there stood Wade—looking like he'd just stepped out of a post-apocalyptic survival movie. His hair was sticking up in every direction, his eyes wide with manic energy, and his clothes looked like he'd been gearing up for a battlefield. Behind him is his siblings, also dressed exactly like post-apocalyptic survival movie but with more padded protection than Wade.

"Momma! Pops! You're back!" Wade practically screamed, flailing his arms as he hurried toward them. "Perfect timing! I've been preparing for war—like, full-on 'Stryker's-about-to-kick-down-the-door' kinda war. Are you guys ready? 'Cause I'm ready. Totally ready. We've got maybe, like, ten minutes before the attack happens, so—"

"Whoa, kid, slow down," Logan cut him off, holding up a hand. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Wade's been in 'battle mode' since we got back from the museum," Peter's voice came from behind, sounding both exasperated and worried. The tall Russian mutant appeared in the doorway, Bobby and Pyro trailing behind him. "We've tried calming him down, but, well... it's Wade."

Wade's eyes darted between them, barely registering Bobby's words. "Calm? Calm? Iceman, calm is for people who don't know the stakes! Stryker's gonna show up any minute, and we're all gonna get abducted again, and I refuse to let that happen! Not on my watch! I've already started setting up booby traps!"

"Booby traps?" Marie asked, raising an eyebrow as she glanced at Logan, who just looked annoyed.

"Yeah!" Wade beamed, completely ignoring the incredulous looks. "You know, like in Home Alone. Or Predator. If you prefer the deadlier one! Don't worry! It is definitely kid-friendly tho! No kid will be harmed! Trust me! It's only to gonna held them up for a while, before me and Dad gonna chop them away!"

Logan sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Kid, No one comin' tonight. You're jumpin' at shadows. It's your PTSD actin' up again—same as last year, and the year before that."

"Wanna bet?" Wade shot back, defiant as ever. "If I'm right, you're joining my new boy band. You, me, Ken, Peter, Pyro, and Bobby. I have a feeling we're gonna be bigger than *NSYNC. We got all women of any age as our target audiences!"

Logan blinked, his face blank for a second before he groaned. "A boy band? Really?"

"Wait, what? You never told us we are forming a boy band!" Bobby's eyes widened as he glanced at Pyro, who just stared, dumbfounded. Peter let out a long-suffering sigh—he'd clearly been through this kind of Wade-brand chaos before.

Logan crossed his arms, half-amused, half-intrigued. "And what do I get if you're wrong?"

Wade leaned in like he was about to reveal some kind of world-shattering secret. "I'll tell you where Chuck and Cyke hide their booze stash in the mansion."

"Deal" Logan stuck out his hand, and Wade shook it with a dramatic flourish.

"Hey! Hey!" Bobby cut in, waving his hands. "We never signed up for this!"

Wade waved him off like it was the least important part of the conversation. "Well, We are now! I originally calling it The Bea's Boys or The Hughjackeds but we've got the Wolverine now, so we're calling it The Wolverine and the Cubs! Or maybe The X-Force? We'll think on the name later! We're gonna make millions off teenage girls and middle-aged women! We gonna be rich!"

"Hold on, you can't just—" Pyro started to protest, but Wade was already on a roll as he said something about beating the record and everything. His kid really is something, Logan chuckled quietly. Boyband huh? That's new. Well, whatever, he gonna win anyway.

Bobby stared, speechless, but Marie—who'd been quietly observing—finally chimed in, her Southern drawl tinged with amusement. "You know, if the kid's right and something does show up, that means you gotta sing and dance, Sugar. Kinda makes me wanna believe Wade just to see that."

Logan shot her a look, his face deadpan. "Not helpin', Marie. Beside, no one show up last year orlike the year before that when we actually take it seriously,"

She just smirked, clearly enjoying herself. Goddammit, woman.

Before Logan could respond at his wife cheekiness, the front door opened, and in walked Jean and Storm, in their X-Men suit—the new one that Wade designed for them since they grew tired of the leather ones—looking surprised to see them already home. Jean raised an eyebrow. "Logan, Rogue? Didn't expect to see you two back so soon."

Logan shrugged. "The professor's lead about our past was a bust. Figured we'd head back early. What about you?"

Storm nodded, glancing between Logan and Marie. "We are on our way to track the attacker from the White House incident this morning."

"Yeah, We've seen the news... Do ya think it was Magneto and his brotherhood?" Rogue asked.

Jean shakes her head, "Its a possibilities, but we not sure yet... Just be ready after we get back from tracking the attacker,"

She and Storm then excused themselves to get ready for the blackbird.

Just then, Scott appeared, looking as serious as ever. "Good to see you back early. We need all hands on the deck tonight."

Logan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I need a drink first. You want one, Darlin'?"

Scott rolled his eyes. "You're both gonna need it. Wade's been behaving relatively well—until the White House incident hit the news. Now, he's been on edge, convinced we're all useless, and he's refusing to let us go after the culprit tonight. Saying we need all hand on deck or something tonight. Just like last year."

Logan raised an eyebrow. "He's that worked up, huh?"

Marie crossed her arms, her eyes softening with concern. "I wonder why he's actin' up so bad… I'll go talk to him. See if I can calm him down before he destroyed the mansion again like last time,"

"Good luck with that," Logan muttered, heading toward the hallway. "I'll go check in with Chuck first."

-

Logan stood just inside the doorway of Cerebro, arms crossed and a cigar firmly in his mouth, as he watched Xavier at the console. The hum of machinery filled the room, making it feel more like a high-tech bunker than any place a bunch of kids should be hanging out near.

"Logan," Xavier's calm voice cut through the noise, not even looking back as he adjusted the controls, "my repeated requests about smoking in the mansion and definitely in cerebro is notwithstanding—continue smoking that in here, and you will spend the rest of your days under the belief that you are a six-year-old girl."

Logan's brow raised as he puffed once more on the cigar, watching the Professor with a growing smirk. "You'd do that?"

Xavier turned, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'll have Wade and Laura braid your hair."

Logan rolled his eyes, but he wasn't dumb enough to test it. He put out the cigar in the palm of his hand, wincing slightly before stuffing it into his shirt pocket for later. The Professor had his own way of making people fall in line—without needing claws or fists.

Xavier, satisfied, continued, "How was your search? More questions than answers?"

Logan stepped forward onto the platform as the door closed behind him. His mind flickered back to Alkali Lake, to the cold, empty facility that had dredged up memories he'd rather not think about.

"We found the base... but there was nothing there."

"I am sorry, I'll look into it more after we dealing with the White House attacker," Xavier said apologetically as putting the Cerebro helmet on as the machine hummed to life. The room pulsed with energy, making Logan twitchy.

"You want me to leave?" Logan asked, glancing around, feeling the tech creep in on him.

"No," Xavier said, his voice steady. "Just don't move."

Logan nodded and stayed rooted, watching as the room fell away around them. The Cerebro Effect kicked in, and it felt like he was falling without moving. The world twisted into a black void, and in an instant, they stood inside a massive image of the Earth. Logan glanced around at the familiar sight—white and red lights, dotted across the globe, sparkling like stars.

Xavier's voice broke through the surreal scene. "Those lights represent the whole of humanity. Every living soul on every continent."

Logan watched as the white lights began to fade, leaving only the red ones scattered around like fireflies. His stomach tightened as he realized just how few there were compared to the human population.

Xavier continued, his voice heavy with meaning, "And these are the mutants. Many of them don't even realize yet who they are. You see, we're not as alone as you think."

Xavier was too focused on the fading lights, his attention narrowing in on the East Coast. A single broken red line lingered, flickering slightly.

"Odd," Xavier muttered. "This broken line represents the path of the mutant who attacked the President. I'm finding it hard to lock on to him."

Logan frowned, stepping closer. "Can't you just increase the... signal?"

"If I wanted to kill him, yes," Xavier replied, his tone matter-of-fact.

Logan shifted, uncomfortable with how easily the Professor said that. Sure, he wasn't a saint, but Logan had always admired how Xavier held back—even when they both knew he had the power to do a hell of a lot more. He didn't always had the same kind of resolve.

The image zoomed in, pulling them closer to the East Coast. A blinking red light appeared over Boston, latitude and longitude points flickering below it.

Xavier leaned forward slightly, his expression thoughtful. "It looks like he's finally stopped running. Now if you excuse me Logan, It's seems Scott and I are going to pay an old friend a visit earlier than we thought."

Logan stepped back as the Cerebro effect began to fade, the swirling lights and images slowly returning to the cold metallic walls of the control room. The buzz of the machine died down, leaving only the soft hum of the remaining electronics.

"An old friend, huh?" Logan muttered under his breath. It didn't take a genius to figure out who Xavier meant.

Magneto.

"Yeah, good luck with that," Logan added with a wry smirk as he turned towards the door.

Xavier, still seated at the console, gave a small, knowing smile but said nothing in return. Logan knew well enough that this wasn't a visit anyone would look forward to. Even in a prison, Magneto wasn't exactly the most cooperative guy, especially when it came to the Brotherhood's involvement in anything.

-

As Logan made his way back into the mansion, he passed by a few of the students, all whispering and giggling, no doubt buzzing from the day's field trip and the heightened security after the White House attack. His thoughts drifted back to Wade, who was probably roping Ken, Laura, and the others into some wild scheme by now.

The kid was right about one thing: they were all on edge. Maybe it wasn't just about the White House Attack. Maybe it was the whole world shifting under their feet after the anti-mutant news this day. And Logan, like always, felt stuck in the middle of it. Ah, fuck.

As he stepped into the hallway, he glanced at Rogue, who stood in the doorway, watching the chaos from a distance, her arms crossed but a soft smile on her face. She'd been through a lot. They all had. But there was still something grounding about her presence, like she could see the madness for what it was and still keep a steady course.

He approached her, hands in his pockets, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting her gaze. "Kids still at it?"

Marie chuckled softly, her Southern charm practically lighting up the room for him. "You know Wade. Always thinkin' he's one step ahead of everyone else."

Logan smirked. "Guess I should go check on him before he destroyed the whole mansion, like last time."

Just then, the heavy front door swung open, and in walked Hank McCoy—his blue fur bristling slightly from the autumn chill outside. He adjusted his glasses, scanning the foyer with that blend of curiosity and calm concern that was so uniquely his.

"Logan! Rogue! It seems I've returned to a rather lively atmosphere," he said, his deep baritone holding that warm, familiar tone Logan had grown used to over the last couple of years.

Marie smiled. "You could say that. Wade's been on high alert—convinced Stryker's comin' for us again. Just like last year, and year before that."

Hank raised a bushy blue eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifting into a knowing grin. "Ah, the ever-enthusiastic Wade. I take it his... enthusiasm hasn't waned in my absence?"

Logan chuckled, arms crossed over his chest. "Oh, it's only gotten worse. Kid's now convinced we're one step away from full-on war. Booby traps, battle plans, you name it—he's probably got a bomb set up somewhere the mansion as his plan B. That kid and his explosions. Sigh."

"Marvelous," Hank replied with a dry amusement, running a hand through his fur.

"You've really missed out on the real fun, Hank," Logan continued. "Wade's got the place rigged tighter than Fort Knox. I'd be careful where you step."

Hank chuckled, that deep, almost soothing laugh of his. "It seems Wade has been keeping himself quite busy in my absence. I do look forward to seeing how his creative minds have... developed."

"Yeah, well," Logan grunted, "you might wanna bring a shield just in case."Logan settled himself into the armchair, arms crossed and eyebrow raised as he watched Wade, a walking whirlwind of chaos, bustling around the mansion like a man possessed.

The kid had been in full "tactical mode" for hours now, drafting evacuation routes, reinforcing the "front lines" (aka, the living room), and plotting what he was calling "Operation Home Alone: Stryker Strike Back." which made non-senses as he got him, Marie, and Hank here already in the house as the supervising adult.

"Alright, team! This is where it gets real! Ken, you're in charge of manning the machine gun—no, not the real ones, the Nerf ones with acid bullet, I hadn't got the clearances on the real one yet. Laura, you'll be our recon! Pyro, we need more firepower—literally. Bobby, you're on ice barricade duty. Peter, I need you to keep lifting heavy things and looking intimidating and handsome. Jubilee! Get your fireworks ready! Let's make the best use of what we've got, move people! Move!"

Jubilee, Pyro and Bobby just starred at each other while Peter gave out his sigh once again. The only ones that actually listening to Wade are Laura, Ken, and the younger kids in the mansion. Somehow he managed to became their idol even with his insane antics after all these years.

"That boy's gonna accidentally kill himself and the other kids," Logan muttered, his gaze shifting over to Rogue, who had been equally concerned about Wade's overzealous efforts. "We should stop him before he strings up any more tripwires or barricades the every entrance. God knows where he got them."

Marie sighed, leaning her head back on the couch. "Ah don't know how to slow him down, Logan. He's convinced he's savin' the mansion from an invasion."

Hank strolled in from the kitchen, holding a cup of tea like he was walking into a peaceful Sunday afternoon. Logan still wasn't entirely sure how the guy managed to stay so calm. Hell, Logan had known Hank for two years now, and even when everything was going sideways, Beast always had that sense of composure. Maybe that's why he had so much respect for him. Sure, Hank had the strength to crush a car with one hand, but it was his ability to handle the kids, the chaos, and the science with equal grace that really made Logan pay attention.

Logan grunted as Hank plopped down next to them, his blue fur still slightly ruffled from the chilly air outside. Beast caught the tension in the room immediately, eyeing Wade zipping around in the background like a tornado in tactical gear.

"I see our young Wade is... working really hard to defend our mansion" Beast's voice carried that gentle tone, full of warmth and wit.

"More like creating his own personal obstacle course of destruction," Logan huffed.

Marie nodded, glancing sideways at Hank. "We were thinkin' about tellin' him to dial it back. Maybe get him to, you know, not treat this like some foreign army gonna come knockin' at our door."

But Hank smiled thoughtfully, leaning back into the couch with a relaxed posture, his teacup balanced perfectly in his hands. "Perhaps, rather than stopping him, we could allow him to continue—within reason, of course. It might prove to be a valuable learning experience. Wade has always been... enthusiastic in his approach, but I find that enthusiasm can sometimes lead to creative solutions." He raised an eyebrow, giving Logan and Marie a knowing look. "And, of course, he's bound to tire himself out eventually."

Logan exchanged a skeptical glance with Marie. "You're tellin' me we should just let him run wild?"

Beast chuckled, his deep, rumbling laughter filling the room. "It might teach him some responsibility, especially when it comes to planning and working with others and also the correct responses and protocol in case of emergency for the other students. Plus, we can always take shifts keeping an eye on them. Make sure they didn't get hurt."

Marie leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. "You really think this is some kinda learnin' opportunity?"

Hank smiled that calm, wise smile of his. "Every moment is, if you look at it from the right angle."

Logan grunted, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But when he trips one of his own booby traps, you're dealin' with the fallout, Hank."

Beast just gave a slow nod, like he had already anticipated the eventual chaos. "Agreed."

So, that's why they somehow, ended up in the basement with all the students, lounging around as Wade's "battle plan" is being preached to the other students. Logan, Rogue, and Beast shared a quiet moment while watching Wade telling the kids about the tunnels and what should they do in case of emergency happening in the mansion. Well, he at least got that right. Maybe Hank is right, this is a learning opportunity for everyone.

Wade had dragged every kid in the mansion into the mix, all of them sprawled on the floor and couches like they'd survived a battlefield of snack wrappers and soda cans.

On the screen, an old like movie flickered—something Wade'd thrown on to keep the younger kids somewhat focused, demonstration he said as the 'old' movie actually just Wade giving PSA in crude crayon on paper like animation in black and white film. Logan didn't know how, where, and when did he had the time to do all of this shit. But it did made him kinda proud because—somehow—Wade actually did teach the kids something useful in many emergency cases.

"We gonna go to the upstairs to grab more snacks! Come on, guys!" Wade announced suddenly, hopping to his feet with all the subtlety of a stampede. Bobby, Jubilee, and Pyro were dragged by him while Ken bouncing alongside them, clearly excited about whatever scheme Wade had roped them into.

"Don't wreck the kitchen," Logan called out half-heartedly, knowing full well his warning would be ignored. He then shifted in his seat, now realizing he wasn't going to be able to relax while the kid ran wild upstairs. With a resigned grunt, he stood up, grabbing his empty bottle from the side table.

"Guess I'll grab some more drinks while I'm at it. You two need anything?"

"No, Thank you," Hank just shakes his head as his eyes glued on the PSA video that Wade made with fascinations.

"Ah'm good, sugar. But if you see any of those iced teas Ah like…" Marie gave him a knowing smile.

Logan sighed, turning toward the door. "I'll see what I can salvage."

He followed after Wade, who had already gathered his entourage—Pyro, Bobby, Ken, and Jubilee—heading up the stairs with the enthusiasm of a marching band. Logan trudged up behind them, shaking his head. The kid was a handful, but hell if he didn't keep things interesting.

As they reached the kitchen, Wade was already in full "tactical mode," barking orders at the others.

"Jubilee, check the pantry! Pyro, scout the perimeter for any sign of—"

"Scout?" Logan cut in, strolling past and heading straight for the fridge.

Wade shot Logan a grin. "Every mission starts with a good scout and recon first, old man. And by the way, we're out of Doritos. Ken, grab those!"

Logan rifled through the fridge, shaking his head. Just as Logan was rummaging through the fridge for a couple more drinks, the familiar blare of an alarm echoed through the mansion. Only, it wasn't like any a standard alarm. It was just Wade's voice pre-recorded.

"CODE RED! CoDe ReD! Code Red? CODE REEEEEEEEDDD!!!!!" Wade's pre-recorded voices yelled with a dramatic flair, switching between different accents and intonations—one moment it was a deadpan monotone robot voices, the next it sounded like a British butler, then full-on cowboy drawl.

Logan froze, his brows knitting together in mild annoyance. "What the hell...?"

Wade appeared beside him, a triumphant grin plastered across his face. "Told ya, old man. I win the bet. Those definitely Stryker!"

Logan stared at him, dumbfounded, realizing that Wade had been prepping for this exact moment, ready to call a full-on war for days. "You gotta be kidding me."

Wade's grin only widened. "Nope. Told you Stryker was coming!"

Before Logan could respond, the sound of boots stomping down the hall caught his attention. Soldiers—real ones, not some overblown imagination of Wade's—were charging through the mansion, guns at the ready.

Without missing a beat, Wade slammed a button on his wrist device. The mansion shifted. Doors slammed shut with a metallic clang, and the house went into full lockdown mode.

"Basement's fully sealed," Wade said with a smirk. "No one gets in or out without me. Mom and Beast could handle the other kids. They know about back tunnels for escape from there if they actually listened to me during the movie."

Logan's face twisted into a mix of disbelief and grudging admiration. "When did you installed those?"

"I told you I was ready!" Wade exclaimed as he pulled out his claws ready. "Now, let's focus on the more important matter. Bad guys, soldiers, guns—ya know, the usual. What we gonna do? Do it sneakily or just fight them head on? Lets Fucking GOOO!!!"

Logan glanced toward the incoming soldiers and then back at Wade, his expression hardening with resolve. He could hear the soldiers moving closer, their heavy boots echoing through the mansion's halls. Without missing a beat, Logan grabbed Wade by the shoulder, his voice a low, firm growl.

"No, get back to your mom. Take Ken, Pyro, Bobby, and Jubilee with you. I'll hold them off first."

Wade blinked in surprise, his usual bravado faltering for a split second. "Wait, what? No way, I'm staying to fight! People have been waiting for this like 20 chapters ago!"

Logan's eyes narrowed. "Not a chance. I knew you could fend them off easily, but I need you to get them to the tunnels safely. Make sure they're safe."

"But, Pops—"

Logan cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I can handle this. You've done enough with all your traps. Now, go. Keep your brother and the others safe. I'll join you shortly,"

Wade hesitated, looking between the soldiers advancing and his dad, whose claws were already extending with that familiar snikt.

Logan gave a faint smirk, but his eyes were serious. "You've won, kid. Now, go."

Wade retracted his claws, knowing better than to argue with Logan right now. He turned to Ken, Pyro, Bobby, and Jubilee, motioning for them to follow. "Alright, let's move. Maximum Efforts!"

Ken looked up at Logan, his voice filled with concern. "Dad..."

Logan softened, if only for a moment, and gave his younger son a nod. "Don't worry, Ken. I'll be right behind you. Go with your brother..."

Reluctantly, Ken followed Wade and the others as they disappeared down the hall, while Logan turned his full attention to the incoming soldiers.

The moment they were out of sight, Logan let loose, claws flashing as he charged forward, ready to tear through anyone that stood in his way.


PENSAMENTOS DOS CRIADORES
Vha_Ann Vha_Ann

Wade? You here??? Ha! He's gone!!! I AM FREEE!!!! FREEEEEDOOOOMMM!!! I finally get this place to myself again!!! Fiuuh, anyway, It's been one hell of a week for me. we almost done with the X2 arc in the draft side, maybe I'll mass release sometimes in the future... what do you think?

Capítulo 26: I'll Be Back!

Wade made them run down the hallway, Ken, Bobby, Jubilee, and Pyro just run quietly as possible behind him. The tension thick enough to cut with a butter knife as Wade trying to open their way out from the soldier who keep coming by brutally murdered them.

Ken tried to help him by targeting the soldiers' ankles while Jubilee, Bobby, and Pyro defended the rear.

Normally, Wade would've been the one to crack the tension, even when they are fighting—throw out a joke, poke fun at something—but right now? He was laser-focused, his expression is really grim. Like he afraid if he crack a joke a boogeyman would came.

Ken also kinda scared seeing this side of him right now. After all these years he spend with Wade, his brother never been this serious.

"Okay," Wade said, breaking the quiet as they approached the next junction. "We almost there, hopefully we won't meet—ah, fucks."

And there he was. The boogeyman had came.

Ken always remembered that face, even if he actually just a toddler back then.

William Stryker, standing in the dimly lit hallway with his classic I'm-an-evil-mastermind posture. He was flanked by his loyal gang of soldiers—armed to the teeth, ready to shoot on sight—and wearing that cold, calculating smirk that made Wade's blood boil. Stryker's gaze locked onto Wade for a brief moment. Fucks.

"Weapon IX, X-20," Stryker's voice was calm, he glanced at his brother and him. "You've grown."

Wade smirked, because of course he did. He was still Ken's brother after all. At least the witty one is back. "Yeah, puberty and a lot of milk will do that. You haven't change tho, beside the crinkles. Still dead inside?"

Behind him, Bobby and Jubilee exchanged uneasy glances, while Pyro's fingers twitched like he was itching to start a bonfire. Ken just clenched his fists, claws out, ready to throw himself into the action without a second thought. He'll throw hand to save his brother, he is bigger and more trained now.

Stryker didn't even blink. "You're still the same," he said, voice dripping with contempt. "Always talking with that mouth of yours. Always defiant. You know, without your need to be always talk, you could be the perfect soldier."

"Defiance and talking is kinda my thing," Wade quipped, stepping forward. "Speaking of things, what's yours? Oh, right—kidnapping, torture, overall creepy vibes. The usual menu?"

Stryker's lips twitched, just enough to show how unfazed he was by Wade's usual snark. "Don't you understand what happening right now?"

Wade's smirk faded, his usual light-hearted demeanor giving way to something darker, colder. His eyes locked onto Stryker's, a sudden, dangerous calm taking over. It was really frightening. Ken never seen this side of his brother.

"You're right," Wade said softly, his voice like a knife's edge. "I don't understand why you're still breathing."

Without another word, Wade lunged. His claws extended with a sharp snikt, slicing through the air toward Stryker's neck. Wade didn't even care to talk anymore—like he just wanted to end this. Right here, right now.

But Wade didn't get far.

The Asian woman near Stryker moved like lightning, her claws blocking Wade's attack before it could land. Metal clanged against metal, sparks flying as Wade staggered back, caught off guard for only a split second before teleporting behind her. He reappeared a foot away, aiming for Stryker again, but she was already there, her claws slashing toward him in a deadly arc.

"Really?" Wade grunted as he twisted away from her next strike. "You bring the discounted gender-bender Sabertooth?"

But it wasn't just her. A group of soldiers sprang into action, guns raised. Wade barely had time to teleport out of the way as bullets whizzed past him.

"Shit! Motherfucker! Uhh! Right up the main street!"

They did hit him but Wade—who already healing anyway—teleported next to one soldier, grabbed his rifle, flipped it around, and fired a quick burst into his head and the other soldiers heads.

"Hey, thanks for the assist!" Wade quipped, tossing the gun back at the now-dead soldier. "Next time, aim better! My beautiful ass man! Be thankful that its thick!"

Behind him, Bobby sent out a blast of ice that froze one of the approaching soldiers' feet to the ground. Jubilee fired off a series of energy blasts that temporarily blinded a few others, while Pyro, grinning like a maniac, lit up the hallway with a wall of flame that cut off any reinforcements from coming in. Ken also slashing and stabbing the soldier that came near him and his friends.

"Come at me," Pyro called out, clearly enjoying himself a little too much.

Wade rolled his eyes at Pyro's antics while still trying to fend of the Gender-bender Sabertooth.

Ken, however, see an opening on her.

He let out a yell and charged the woman. "Get away from my brother!"

"No, wait, Ken—!" Wade shouted, but it was too late.

The woman barely acknowledged Ken before swatting him away with a backhand swipe, sending him crashing into the wall with a sickening thud. He hit the ground, gasping for air, dazed but alive.

Well, he still got those healing factor from his father after all.

Not that's matter anyway, since when Wade seems to only saw red after that.

His usual sarcasm dropped, replaced by pure, unfiltered rage. His fists clenched so hard that his finger dug into his own palms, blood dripping onto the floor. His entire body trembled with the need to rip Stryker apart.

"You…" Wade's voice was a low growl, barely more than a whisper. "You're not walking out of here alive."

Wade teleported again, this time more aggressively, reappearing right in front of the Asian woman, slashing at her with everything he had. His claws were a blur, his strikes fueled by pure anger. But she was fast—too fast. Every hit he threw, she countered, her expression never changing as she danced around him like a predator toying with its prey.

"Nobody hit my brother but me!"

Behind him, Bobby and Jubilee were preparing to jump into the fray. Pyro's hands twitching his lighter as he looked ready to turn the entire hallway into an inferno.

But Wade wasn't having it.

"Run!" Wade yelled, slashing at Psycho Lady with a fury as he glanced back at his friends. "Get Ken out of here! You guys aren't ready for this fight yet!"

"But—" Jubilee started, her eyes darting between Wade and the soldiers.

Wade didn't let her finish. He grabbed Ken by the arm, forcing him to his feet, shoving something into his hand—a key, gleaming faintly in the dim light. "You know where to go," Wade muttered with a knowing look. "Take them, now."

Ken blinked, still winded, but nodded. Jubilee quickly took hold of him, her grip tight as she pulled him back.

"But we can help!" Bobby protested, glancing nervously at the oncoming soldiers.

"No, you can run! Save yourself! This one is above your skill rate!" Wade snapped, deflecting another one of the woman strikes.

"Now go!"

Jubilee, understanding, hauled Ken down the hallway, her arm around his shoulders as she hurried him away. Bobby and Pyro reluctantly turned, moving to the rear, shooting blasts of ice and flame to cover the retreat as they followed, holding off the soldiers who dared to follow.

The sounds of fighting filled the hallway—guns firing, flames roaring, ice cracking—but through it all, Wade kept his focus on Stryker. The man hadn't moved an inch, just stood there, watching with that calm, smug expression that made Wade want to punch him into next week.

Wade teleported once more, right at Stryker, claws raised—

But the Asian Woman was already there again, slashing across his chest before he could land a blow. Wade staggered back, gasping, blood dripping from the fresh wound, but he wasn't done.

Not yet. Not by a long shot.

"Oh, now you're really not leaving this place alive," Wade repeated, his voice trembling with anger as he glared at the woman, already preparing for the next round.

Ken stumbled as Jubilee tugged him down the corridor, her grip tight around his wrist. His legs felt like they weren't moving fast enough, his body weighed down by the heavy key Wade had pressed into his palm. He didn't need to look at it to know what it was for. He just hoped it wouldn't come to that.

Behind them, the sounds of chaos—shouts, gunfire, and the unmistakable clash of claws—echoed through the mansion halls, growing more distant with every step. Ken's heart hammered in his chest, and he struggled to catch his breath, but Jubilee wasn't slowing down.

"C'mon, Ken, we gotta move faster!" she urged, her voice tight with urgency, glancing back toward the battlefield they'd just escaped.

Ken wanted to yell back that he was trying, that his legs weren't as long as hers, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he tightened his grip on the key Wade had given him and forced himself to keep pace, even as his mind raced with everything that had just happened.

Why didn't Wade let me fight? He knew what I am capable off…

The thought gnawed at him. He'd been training for this at least, hadn't he? He wasn't just some little kid anymore. He'd been sparring with the others, learning from his parents, and Wade—Wade was always pushing him to be better. And yet, when it came down to it, Wade had still told him to run. He hadn't even given him a chance to prove himself. Wade already rescuing his ass and his sister from Stryker when he was near his age right now. He felt really useless.

And now Wade was back there, facing off against Stryker and his psycho sidekick, while Ken was... running away. Useless.

Pyro and Bobby were still with them, covering their rear. Every so often, Ken would hear the whoosh of Pyro's fire flaring to life, or the crack of Bobby freezing a soldier in place. They were fighting, at least. Doing something. Meanwhile, Ken felt useless, the weight of the key in his hand reminding him that his role in all of this was… running.

Jubilee must've felt his frustration because, after another few twists and turns down the mansion's labyrinth of hallways, she finally slowed down and shot him a sympathetic look.

"I know you're mad," she said, a little out of breath herself, "Me too, but Wade's right. We're not ready for this. He was the only one that allowed to go on the X-Men mission after all. Even with all of his antics, he always knew what to do,"

He also let me and Laura go to those mission before anyway, why the changes? Is it because it was Stryker?

Ken clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. "No, He just thinks I'm weak."

Jubilee stopped suddenly, forcing Ken to stop too. She crouched down, her hand still gripping his wrist, her face softening. "No, he doesn't. Wade's just—he's trying to protect you. That's what big brothers do, okay? It's not about strength. It's about…" She trailed off, searching for the right words.

"It's about keeping you safe."

Ken looked away, his gaze falling to the floor as his fists tightened at his sides. It still didn't feel right. But he couldn't argue with her logic. Wade had practically jumped into the line of fire to make sure they could get away. To make sure he could get away. And deep down, Ken knew Jubilee was right. Wade wasn't thinking about strength or weakness; he was thinking about family. About him.

But it didn't stop him to resent his brother a little bit.

A sudden crash behind them made everyone jump. Pyro whipped around, flames already curling from his fingertips, but it wasn't a soldier. Just a door that had been blown open by stray gunfire.

"We gotta keep moving," Bobby urged, his voice tight with tension as he stood on high alert, watching their backs.

Ken glanced back at Bobby and Pyro, watching as they alternated between creating barriers of fire and ice to slow down any soldiers that got too close. They were both trying to act cool and collected, but Ken could see it—the fear in their eyes. The uncertainty.

They weren't ready for this either. Wade was right. Dammit.

They rounded a corner, and Ken finally let out a breath. His dad, standing like an angry bear waiting for them. His jacket was gone, his tank top ripped with blood all over, and his claws still out. The expression on his face said everything.

Logan didn't waste time.

"Where's Wade?" His voice was low, but there was a hint of urgency.

Ken could feel his stomach drop. His brother was back there, still fighting with the psycho asian bitch. Wade was the only one who could have handled Stryker's soldiers, but the thought of Wade going up against someone like her... Ken had a bad feeling about it.

Pyro, always the least diplomatic of the group, blurted out, "Wade stayed behind to fight some psycho chick with claws."

Logan's eyes narrowed, and he muttered something under his breath. Probably some choice curse words.

"We've got to get to the basement," Logan growled, already turning to lead the way. "Wade could handle her and the soldier. We need to—"

"No, we can't," Bobby cut him off, his voice strained. "Wade... Wade put the mansion in lockdown. Not any lockdown. Full lockdown."

Logan turned sharply, staring at Bobby like he'd just said something blasphemous. "He what?"

Ken, his voice shaky, finally spoke up, "Wade knew they were coming for us. He locked down the basement with his power. No one's getting in or out unless..."

He trailed off, and Jubilee jumped in, "Unless they knew the secret back tunnels or have the same power as Wade. I'm guessing by how they came with so many choppers, they didn't know about the tunnels."

Logan let out a low growl, his claws retracting as he rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Damn it, kid."

"We need to leave," Pyro said, pointing towards the mansion's now-shattered garage. "If we're not getting into the basement, but I've got an idea."

Ken eyes lit up as he glanced over the row of Cyclops's meticulously polished cars, and Ken could tell where this was going. The keys in his hand definitely had something to do with it. Wade always do this everytime.

Logan raised an eyebrow as Pyro walked over to one of the sleeker, more sporty-looking cars—a glossy, blue sport Mazda RX8 that practically screamed, I'm cooler than you. Pyro ran a hand along the hood like it was a prize he'd won.

"I call dibs on driving this baby," Pyro announced, already grinning like a kid who'd found the keys to his dad's car.

Logan stared at him like he'd just grown a second head. "Yeah, no. That's not happening."

Pyro's face fell. "Come on, man! We're literally in a life-and-death situation! I should get to drive something sick for once."

"Not a chance," Logan growled, clearly not in the mood for Pyro's shenanigans. "Maybe later. Right now, we're taking it, and I'm driving."

Pyro pouted but didn't argue. At least, not too much as he still hurried to the side door of the car.

Ken gave his dad the keys that Wade give him before. Thankfully, his guts was right and it was the keys for the cars. They hurriedly getting in the car before taking off in one of the secret tunnels.

The sound of the engine filled the tense silence in the car as they leave the garage.

Logan kept his eyes fixed ahead, his face a stone mask of concentration. Ken shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, his fingers twitching as he thought about everything that had just happened. From the back seat, Jubilee stared out the window, clearly lost in her own thoughts, while Bobby and Pyro exchanged glances.

Finally, Jubilee couldn't take the silence anymore. "So... where are we going, Wolvie?"

Logan grunted, still not taking his eyes off the highway. "Jean and Storm are in Boston. Rogue and Beast knew them were there. So, probably Boston."

"My parents live in Boston." That had come from Bobby, and he didn't sound the least bit happy about it.

At the moment, His father didn't seem to really care about that. "Good," He said, absent-mindedly.

They fell into silent again. Until Pyro pushed his torso to the front of the car and reached for the centre controls. Ken saw his father's lip curl up in impatience. Yeah, good job Pyro. Now we got an annoyed Wolverine with us.

 "What the hell is your problem now?" Logan snarled at Pyro, clearly annoyed by his sudden act.

"I don't do uncomfortable silences," Pyro declared, pushing a button.

The speakers roared to life, and while the sound system was superb, the music was anything but.

"It ain't no lie, baby, bye, bye, bye!"

Ken cringed, this was the song that his brother loves so much. Damn it! That son of a bitch isn't died yet but he already miss him this much. Ken hated it.

He then saw Logan and Pyro do the same out of the corner of his eye. Jubilee seems to enjoying it tho, figures, she and his brother practically had the same taste. Pyro then pushed another button and the song stopped, only to be replaced by another.

"Hit me, baby, one more time!"

"Are you sure this is Cyclops' car?" Jubilee asked with a laugh.

"Positive," Logan said with a scowl. He knew for a fact that it was Scott's car because any other car would have controls simple enough for even Pyro to understand. But, being that Scott was such a gear head, the car had been customized so that only he could work it without difficulty. The controls weren't even marked.

"I'll bet the operator's manual is the size of a Manhattan phone book."

Ken already annoyed enough that he had to leave his brother alone to fend off the soldiers and the buttons Pyro was hitting were only increasing the volume and Ken's own headache. If the next button Pyro pressed didn't yield better results, he'd end it with a swipe of his claws.

Primitive? Maybe. But also very effective. If its fail, he could try it on Pyro instead. See if it shut him up. Morals be damned.

Jubilee slapped Pyro's hand away and pressed yet another button, and this time the music cut out completely and the radio disappeared. A tray popped into view, revealing an oval shaped disk about as small was a computer mouse.

"I don't think that's the CD player," Pyro commented, snatching it off the tray and examining it closely. Logan watched him push the sides and the object extended slightly, beeping at him.

"Sweet."

Logan snatched it from the teen and gently elbowed him to the back seat, where he belonged. He examined the odd device and hoped he was right in guessing that it was some sort of cell phone.

He'll figured out how to use that later, he always does.

"So, uh… those guys back at the mansion," Bobby started, voice uncertain. "The ones Wade and Ken seemed to know… who were they? I mean, it was pretty clear that wasn't just some random attack from the brotherhood."

Ken's jaw tightened, his eyes flicking to Bobby before he muttered, "Stryker."

Logan's hands tightened on the wheel, the car slowing just slightly as if the name alone was enough to hit the brakes. His knuckles whitened, and he shot a glance at Ken out of the corner of his eye. "Is it really him? You sure?" he asked, his voice low, almost growling.

Ken clenched his fists, his voice steady but filled with barely suppressed anger. "I know who tormented me since birth, Dad. I might be a toddler at that time, but that face? Those memories? They didn't just disappear. We didn't get the same mental treat as you and mom. I am sure. It's him."

Logan was silent for a beat, his jaw working as if he was grinding his teeth. His gaze flicked back to the road, but the grip on the steering wheel didn't relax. The air in the car felt even heavier now, like they were all waiting for something to snap.

Bobby cleared his throat awkwardly, clearly sensing the rising tension. "Uh, look, my house isn't too far from Boston. Maybe we should go there first before trying anything else. Everyone's exhausted, and we need to regroup."

Logan's eyes darted back to Ken for a moment, and for the briefest second, something unreadable passed across his face. The part of him that wanted to turn the car around and charge back into the mansion was fighting with Wade but a part of him that knew these kids weren't ready for that. Not yet.

He cursed under his breath, glancing back at the others in the rearview mirror—Jubilee looking worn out, Bobby trying to keep it together, and Pyro… well, Pyro was just Pyro.

Logan sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging a bit. "Fine," he muttered. "Boston first. But we're not staying long."

Ken exhaled quietly, his tension easing just a fraction. Logan hit the gas again, speeding toward Boston, but Ken could see the war brewing behind his father's eyes. They weren't out of this yet—not by a long shot. He just hoped his brother is okay. He has a score to settle with him after this after all.


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This is Ken first POV debut! I did say this will have multiple POV and multiple MC, we get back to Wade POV after this and I'll also gonna update the timeline after this so it'll be not so confusing afterward. Todeluuuu!

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