Thanks for hanging in there, gang-even with months and years between chapters! Further adventures of Traveler!Wade will be more episodic in nature, and less likely to lead to sprawling storylines that I get crippling writer's block on... You can follow his antics on my AO3 (check my profile for the link), since I will not be posting new works to , only finishing out currently posted works.

Warnings: Weird little fusion Movieverse with bits of the Wolverine Gameverse and B&T ficverse mushed onto it. language: pg-13 (primetime tv plus f*** and s***).

Pairing: Logan/Wade.

Timeline: Autumn 2012 (in their universe), the day after (We Could Be) Heroes.

Disclaimer: Recognizeable characters and sayings belong to respective copyright holders ('tis not I).

Notes: 1) I always enjoyed the fact that the message of most Prophets of Peace could be summed up by Bill and Ted's major life philosophy. 2) Whether or not it was his intention, Doc Samson planted the idea in Wade's mind that he can and probably should work on himself and his relationship with Logan. 3) A "big furry guy who likes whisky and very rare steak"... I mean, how many of those can there be on the eastern seaboard? *awkward laughter*

Epilogue

"Just one last test battery," Tony said, typing something.

"I've been hearing that a lot, lately," Wade grumbled.

"Munchies gone in three, two, one…"

The low-level peckishness that pervaded Wade's life was gone.

"Brief euphoria…"

He felt the same little rush of happiness as playing with a puppy—there and gone in seconds, but enough to lift his overall mood.

"Aaaand very sleepy…"

And he was. He felt himself sway a little before Jamie propped him up. "Holy shit, that's great."

Tony spread his arms and gave a little seated bow. "There we have it. Kill commands excised, leaks patched, and hormone cycles set according to the advice of a medical doctor who's actually interested in you being able to have a life. As cleaning up my messes goes, this ended up pretty tidy."

"Whatta we owe you?" Jamie asked with cautious gratitude.

"Nothin'." Tony grimaced and waved a hand through the air. "Well, I mean… Y'know, just 'be excellent to each other and party on, dudes.'"

Wade turned to his grumpy boyfriend. "This is the closest to normal I'll ever be. Now's the time for big adventures…if you wanna."

"Whatever you want, darlin'," Jamie said indulgently.

"I've been meaning to go looking for Vicky. You in?"

"Let's do the responsible thing and let Ororo 'n the girls know first—doesn't sit right these days, leaving without sayin' anything."

Aw, look at him, growing up and changing his toxic habits! Maybe we should try that?

Wade waved away the little yellow text box. "Can we maybe get a ride back to the mansion, since you flew us here in the first place?"

"Maybe a cab?" Jamie interjected, because he had no sense of fun.

"What, you wanna go now?" Tony asked. "I was about to order about thirty pizzas. You could at least stay for dinner."

Pizza!

No, bad Wade!

"Thanks," Wade forced himself to say, "but we really should go."

Tony shrugged. "Your loss. Jarvis, call the nice gents a cab, please."

So they went to their borrowed room to pack up the spare clothes some Stark Industries intern had fetched from the X-Mansion.

"I hurt myself to punish you, and that's fucked up," Wade said. "But I'm gonna work on it."

Jamie stopped packing but didn't look at him. "I kinda thought that was the real reason. By all accounts, I deserve it, so I didn't say anything. Lotta times, I don't know what to say that won't just…make everything worse…so I don't talk, even if you need me to. That's fucked up, too, and if I knew how, I'd work on it."

Wade stared at his bag for a while before zipping it closed. "You used to be good at talking to me. Before. Just…if you need space, tell me. Don't just…go. I need to know you're coming back."

"You got it, darlin'. So, do we have a single clue where to start lookin' for Victor?"

"I know his territory. I mean, it's big, 'cause he's a big kitty, but…it's just the northeastern seaboard. Should be easy-peasy to find a big furry guy who likes whisky and very rare steak."

Jamie laughed at him and kissed his cheek.

.End.