Logan stole quiet looks at his rediscovered family as they walked along. There was one question itching in the back of his mind.

"Did Dad have a funeral?"

Clint gave him a puzzled look. "Why the fuck would he have a funeral?"

"I rang him. In Budapest. I rang him and some guy called Johann Schmidt answered and said Dad was gone and that he'd been killed."

Natasha heaved a sigh. "Johann Schmidt's the Red Skull you idiot. There were dodgy communications around the time of the attack but it wasn't focussed on. Fury's coming to debrief us in three days."

Logan nodded slowly. "Well fuck."

They got the necklaces back and Kurt teleported away. He reappeared but refused to say anything until they got back in the kitchen. Then he dropped to one knee.

"Wanda, I… I have wanted to do this for so long but I never thought I would get the chance. So, before someone blows something up somewhere, I would like to ask you to do me the honour of marrying me."

Wanda smiled softly. "Of course I'll marry you."

Clint said, "Congratulations," at the same time Logan said, "Commiserations."

Jean gave Logan a stern look. He grinned at her in response. Clint snickered under his breath.

"We need to have a party." announced Wanda. "Tomorrow. I'll call the folks back home."

Kurt nodded. "I'll sort out this side."

So everyone was dispatched to carry out duties. Clint drew the short straw in calling Fury and dealing with the hour-long rant that followed about 'motherfuckers not telling me a goddamn thing, were you gonna tell me when I came to debrief you or something you fucking idiot?' Logan and Piotr were sent to fetch alcohol and the students came up with a playlist.

Party day….

The mansion was unrecognisable when Clint pulled up in his Dodge Charger. Someone had put food out on a buffet table in the kitchen, with the alcohol put out of reach of younger children.

"Let's go Dad."

Nick glowered at him before stepping out. Natasha was already there, looking beautiful as always in a red dress. Clint made a beeline to her while Nick tracked down Logan who was currently robbing students of their money in a pool game.

"That's not how you teach kids to play pool."

Logan dropped the pool cue and turned to hug him. "God, it's good to see you."

Nick smiled. "You have no idea."

Clint reappeared at that point, with a beer in each hand. "Jamie! Drink with me!"

"Shut the fuck up Frankie."

"Boys."

The two of them grinned at each other, then him before chorusing, "Yes Dad."

He threw his hands up in disgust and went to find the bride and groom. Clint laughed as he watched his dad go before handing Logan the beer.

"Drink up Jamie."

"I fuckin' hate ya."

"I'm Batman."

"I still fuckin' hate ya."

"Yeah I know."

The rest of the night passed in a blur for Logan, meeting up with Danny (read: arm-wrestling), Luke (more arm-wrestling) and both the Jesses. Phil was there, looking uncomfortable in a suit and Jasper and Maria. He got separated from Clint at one point and ended up running into Armando. Now, the logical side of Logan liked Armando. He was a good guy. The other, less logical side, wanted to tear him limb from limb.

"You said you knew who I was. The day we met I mean."

Armando nodded, taking a pull from his bottle. "That's true. I did. There's photos all over Clint's apartment. You and him, you, him and Natasha, you on your own, you with a swordfish and a knife in your shoulder that I don't even want to know about."

"Lanzarote was a fun time." offered Logan.

Armando ignored him. "Y'know, for a while I thought you and him had a thing before he started dating Natasha. Clint says no but I still think you have a thing for him. Is that why you don't like me?"

OK, Armando was drunker than Logan had realised.

"No."

"Then why? 'Cos, from what I can tell you have literally no reason to hate me. I watch his ass in the field, I'm his second-in-command apparently. He promoted me. Which is great considering I'm technically eighteen. Youngest ever I reckon."

"Clint was sixteen when he got promoted."

Armando pointed at him. "This is why I think you like like him."

"Go find Dad. You're pissed."

"Yes. In all the ways possible."

Then Armando wandered off, leaving Logan stood outside, watching Ororo and Hank dance to one of the faster songs. Logan didn't know it but Ororo seemed to, given the way she was belting out the words. A couple of other people were dancing as well. Logan lit a cigar and drew back slightly, into the shadows of one of the trees.

"You realise the actual wedding party's gonna be worse right?" asked a voice directly above his head.

"You bastard." replied Logan. "You were listening the whole damn time."

"Yeah."

Clint dropped out of the tree, landing next to Logan and stealing a cigar.

"Since when did you smoke?"

"Budapest. Yeah, I was listening. Wondered how you two were gettin' on. Badly, it turns out."

Logan shrugged guiltily. "He's a good guy. I… I kinda like him. Sort of."

Clint's eyes were fastened on the party but his body was taut.

"Why don't you like him?"

The older mutant shifted awkwardly. "I just… would you believe me if I said I had no good reason?"

"So you're jealous."

Logan glanced down. "No!"

The Iowan took a drag of the cigar and blew the smoke out. "See, the thing is it's jealousy when you're worried they'll take what you have. It's envy when you want what they have. We have a bond, you know that. We're pack."

"I'm not in love with you."

"Well thank fuck for that." replied Clint almost icily. "Because I'd probably stab you again. When we were younger, when me and Nat weren't sleeping together, then it was alright. I talked it out with her once, when I was drunk. She knew. Did you know that? But she got it. It was a pack thing. So it wasn't a problem." He started laughing suddenly. "She said, she said it was fine if we carried on now we're reunited. She doesn't mind. I'm in love with a fucking gem, did you know that?"

Logan smiled. "Thank fuck for Red huh?"

Clint's smile mimicked his own. "Thank fuck for Tasha. We're still pack Jamie, even if you don't come back to SHIELD. Just because we're not with each other 24/7 doesn't mean you're not my brother… Wait, was that a triple negative?"

"Quadruple."

Clint shook his head. "How long have you been making goo-goo eyes over Monroe by the way?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." answered Logan with a calm he didn't feel.

"So I'm makin' it up when I smell you gettin' all envious when Furball's dancin' with her?"

"Yes."

Clint switched topics suddenly. "You remember before Wanda and Kurt got together and they'd look at each other and stink?"

"So did you and Red to be fair."

"That's how Monroe smells when she looks at you."

With that Clint was gone, slipping back into the party like he'd never left. Logan forgot about his own cigar, leaving it burning between his fingers as he stared after his brother.