Wade had managed to chase Victor all the way to a local park, shouting things that had stopped making sense a while ago.

"My mother warned me about you! That Victor, she said, he's no good, he'll give you a kid and leave you to take care of it, but I didn't listen-"

"Shut up!" Victor shouted. Wolverine looked up, lip trembling, and let out an ear piercing yell which nearly deafened Wade and Victor.

"Awww, was the grumpy man scarring you, poor little fur ball!" Wade cooed, throwing Jimmy high up in the air. This of course did nothing to calm the toddler, who kept on screaming regardless.

"That's not helping!" Victor shouted over the crying. Wade gave him a somewhat confused expression.

"I know, this was meant to cheer me up!" Victor ripped Jimmy from Wade's arms, tossed him over his shoulder, and started walking.

"How the hell do we make him stop?" It was then Victor noticed the children's play park, very quiet, as it was a school day, so most of the children were at school, and the younger ones in day care, but they couldn't afford to lose any more time, could they? He looked at the bawling brat who was hitting at his back in an impressive tantrum. No point in continuing if their discovered, he reasoned.

He walked into the simple park, consisting of naught but a few swings, a sea saw, and a slide. He sat Jimmy down of one of the baby swings, and sat down on a nearby bench. He waited for Wolverine to start having fun, but he just sat there, expectantly looking at Victor, sniffling. Wade walked over and laughed at the stare off between the two.

"You have to give them a push, you know."

"Go push him, then."

"No way, you do it!"

"Do it, or I'll cut you."

"Fine!" Wade stomped over to the swings and gave Jimmy a half-hearted push, which managed to send him about two inches into the air, then brought him back. A bored expression settled on his face. Boredom was a dangerous thing to see on a feral toddler, as they were about to find out.

"Wade." Said Wolverine, as if he were trying the word out on his tongue.

"Waaaade." He called, louder this time, growing more confident.

"What is it?" Wade asked, bemoaning the fact that he hadn't used his gun in more than ten minutes.

"WAAAAAAADE!" Jimmy shouted at the top of his lungs, bouncing up and down in his seat and waving his arms back and forth.

"Stop yammering over there, or else." Victor threatened, eyes already closed, getting ready to snooze.

"I wanna go higher, now!"

"I already pushed you!"

"Waaaade!"

"All right, all right!" He gave Jimmy a mighty push, sending him high into the air, and kept pushing until he was able to sustain it on his own, then he muttered. "I better get a turn after you." Then, he sat down next to Victor in a huff.

Jimmy was soon laughing with delight, his tiny arms making flying motions, and by now Wade was becoming quite jealous.

"Can I have a turn, yet?"

"There's another swing, knock yourself out."

"But I want someone to push me!"

"You can't be serious." The look on Wade's face did confirm that he was, in fact, perfectly serious. Victor sighed, but knowing that Wade wouldn't shut up until he got his way, walked over to the swings. Wade leapt into the adult swings, and giddily began swinging his legs back and forth in excitement. Victor gave him a push, then, once he had set out a rhythm, sat back down on the bench.

Not that he could get any shut eye, not with those brats squealing like idiots. Victor had to wonder, would this day ever end?