- Oh, - great.
He had been having a heavy feeling that Deadpool would show his mutilated mug somewhere around here...it was a sixth sense that he couldn't shake. The Merc with the Mouth had been a heavy thorn in his side, ever since that faithful day years ago. Teeth bared, Logan instinctively sprouted three long, razor-sharp adamantium claws through his right fist, the claws making a sharp, yet quiet 'snikt' noise as it grounded against the metal pieces of his gloves. "Name's not Wolvy." He snarled gruffly, his claws already speared knuckle deep in Wade's torso. Retracting them with a sick squelch, Logan growled as the wounds healed almost instantly before his eyes. "Why are you here, bub?" His dark, feral eyes glared deeply into Wade's mask.
