Notes: Alright. This one went through a MAJOR overhaul. So if you haven't read it since I tore it down - you'll want to re-read it. ONWARD.

Chapter Twenty: Paging Mr. Wilson

Kitty and Abbey had just finished up breakfast when Abbey started to get fussy. Big sissy was fun, but she wanted mom & dad now. Kitty brought her down to the boat house and let herself in.

"Hey guys, she did great last night, no trouble going to sleep at all, but she's ready to be home," Kitty called out, though her voice dropped off to a whisper when she realized no one was there.

Holding Abbey tightly, she walked into their bedroom. The door was open, so she was reasonably sure she wouldn't walk in on anything she'd need therapy for later, but there was no sign of them.

Kitty frowned to herself and started to think it through. She distinctly remembered hearing Logan's bike take off last night, but the more she thought about it, she realized that she didn't hear him come back in. She handed Abbey one of her toys from her crib and took her back to the house. It wasn't like them to be gone if they were expecting Abbey. Already, Kitty was becoming more and more convinced with every step away from the boathouse that there was something wrong.

Jean scrunched up her nose when Kitty came back with the little girl fussing and looking more angry the closer they got."What's up? I thought for sure that K would be looking for her." Jean said, and Kitty looked far too serious for it to be what Jean thought it was - sure that Kitty had simply walked in at an inopportune time.

"They're not there," Kitty replied as Jean took Abbey from her and started trying to tickle her away from her fussing.

"Well … where would they be?" Jean asked as she tried to put on a smile for the little one.

"I don't know. I heard them leave last night, but I don't remember hearing them come back." She kicked at the floor with the toe of one sneaker. "You want to maybe go take a look for them with Cerebro?" Kitty suggested, wringing her hands.

Jean looked surprised, then glanced up at the clock. When she saw that it was past nine, she nodded and mentally reached out to Scott to come and play with Abbey while she started searching.

"C'mon pretty girl, time to wake up," a sing-song voice echoed the room from just over K's head while it's owner remained out of view. She turned her head away toward the voice while she pressed her eyes shut harder before opening them, blinking as she looked around, to find a rather terrifying white-tiled room.

As soon as she realized they type of room she was in - with the bright overhead lights shining in her face so she couldn't see far out from the illuminated center, she startled and pulled hard only to find she'd been tied down tightly to a metal table.

She panicked right off, and out of the darkness, a red and black covered figure stepped forward, trying to get her to settle down. "Easy, easy … you're fine. Just … in the wrong place with the wrong guy."

K tried to relax, but knew that wasn't going to happen, though she at least settled on looking relaxed.

"That's a good girl," the guy said as he loudly dragged a metal chair closer to the exam table and flipped it around so he could sit in it backwards and continue his chat. "Hey, tell me – just out of curiosity, what are you doing with that jerk anyhow? You got self esteem problems? Daddy issues? You know he's older than dirt, and that pretty much every girl he screws around with ends up dead, right? What gives? Is it a deathwish? Uninformed? I just don't get what everyone sees in him."

"Who the hell are you?" she managed, though her voice was smoky from disuse.

"Oh, right. I'm not as popular as the ol' canucklehead over there, I keep forgetting. They call me Deadpool. I was hired to pick up your little … whatever the hell he is. Date? Boyfriend? Special 'friend'? Whatever. You got to come along because of your pretty shiny hardware. Where did that come from, by the way?" his voice had taken on a suspiciously hard edge.

But K wasn't about to answer, instead, craning her neck to try and see where Logan was.

"Oh, he's here. Don't you worry your little head about that. You just don't get to see him. Sorry about that, my employer just wasn't expecting a girl-verine. HA HA HA. Oh man, that's funny." He sighed to himself and mimed wiping away a tear, since the mask made it impossible to actually do so. "I crack myself up. That's funny, right?" he looked as if he was waiting for an answer before he giggled to himself, hopped to his feet and walked away, leaving her tied up tightly to a chair in the middle of a dark, damp concrete room. "Hey, don't go wandering off! I'll be back so we can chat again. We're gonna have a lot of fun together!"

For a moment, when the door was open, she thought she could hear low voices echoing from down the hall, but that was quickly overpowered by Deadpool's incessant chatter. She opened her mouth to call out to him, and instead flinched as the heavy metal door clanged shut behind him, leaving her alone and tied tight in a freakin' surgical suite.

Hours had passed, and finally Jean walked out of Cerebro looking grim. She was sure going in that it would be a simple matter, but … she couldn't find them anywhere. And it was clear that they needed to expand their search- or at least the search party. "I need a favor, Henry." she said as she walked into Hank's lab. "You and Logan both are in the Avengers, and Logan and K are gone." he removed his glasses as he turned to look at her. "I can't locate them with Cerebro. Maybe your other team can help."

"Consider it done. When did they disappear?" Hank asked as he headed for his desk to make the call.

She let out a visible sigh of relief at knowing someone else would be involved in the search as well. "Some time last night, or early this morning, I'm not entirely sure. Kitty was watching Abbey last night - and when she brought her back - they weren't there."

Hank nodded as he called out to the Avengers, though he too, had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. With some luck, they could get this straightened out quickly.

Upstairs, Abbey was clearly not happy. She had abandoned trying to play and was just curled into Scott and flat didn't want to move. He'd tried to make her happy, but when she simply started pushing toys away, he got the clue fast and instead found a comfortable spot to snuggle in. It was obvious that she was going to be hard to deal with if she couldn't see one of her parents soon.

K heard footsteps echoing down the hall growing closer. She still jumped when the latch to the door was moved though. The sound was so much louder than it should have been as it echoed in the cement room.

"How did I miss you over all these years," the still unseen man said, though his voice echoed through the mostly dark room and she followed his path in her head as his footfalls echoed the room around her. He began to walk closer on her blind side, of course. And when his hands rested on either side of her face, she startled - somehow not expecting him to be quite that close, that fast.

She did not, however, speak. She didn't want to give this person anything.

"I'd heard they'd continued their experimentations without me. I thought the rumors were simply posturing. A young woman with the same skill set as Weapon X. Easier to control. Easier to blend in. Harder to train … but less of a stand out for assassinations… and genetically … entirely different than any other weapon they'd used before." He paused and she could feel her heart pacing a little quicker somehow. "I'd love to know why that is."

She refused to say anything, willing her hands to look relaxed as she focused on keeping her claws in. When he stepped around the table, she finally caught a glimpse of him. Tall, pale, and with harsh angles to his features - his gaze was sharp, his appearance impeccable outside of the glowing red diamond in the center of his head.

He took a moment to watch her with a smirk that was honestly terrifying before he simply started to place leads and wires here and there with a practiced hand that showed exactly how skilled he was. He used a light touch, though for as quickly as he moved, the spots he'd touched seemed to almost burn with the knowledge that he'd been there.

"I can see why they would have liked you," he said in an almost conversational tone as he continued his work - cutting away whatever fabric was impeding his study as he worked. "Though I'd argue the blending in angle ... not exactly a plain face."

He smirked to himself - certainly not to her, since he seemed to be more talking to himself than anything anyhow. When she was all wired up, he pulled over some monitors and hit a few buttons before he stepped back. "I'll be back for you soon enough. Try to remain calm while I get my baseline." He met her gaze and honestly smiled. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you."

Her heart ticked up faster and he reached over to rest a hand on her shoulder in what would have been consoling from a normal physician. "What did I just say about getting a solid baseline?" he said at a whisper that sounded more like a threat, then with a hollow, deep chuckle, he turned to head for the door.

"You and Logan … should not have gone forward with this union of yours without my knowledge," he said as he left the room, again giving K a start when the door clanged shut behind him.

When he returned, for some reason, K had not expected him to do what he did. The cuts, examinations - the sampling of pretty much every organ in her body, though the swearing he did when he found he couldn't access her bone marrow was impressive - even though K herself barely registered much of it.

Not when she was in shock so heavily.

When her monitors wouldn't stop crashing, finally, the tall man let out a growl of displeasure and tore his surgical garb off and pulled a sheet over her. "We're not finished, my dear girl." He stormed off, complaining about how irritating her healing speed was and how much of a double edged sword that little issue was.

K, meanwhile, closed her eyes and melted backward as much as she was able, half gasping for a breath as she fell asleep.

The Avengers had been interesting to speak to, to put it lightly.

Steve had of course, dove right into the search, a grim expression on his face from the word 'go'. That had been encouraging. At First. But when a few days had passed and there was still no sign of them at all, Scott was ready to go looking even without a lead.

Until Steve stopped him cold.

"You're not going out there," Steve said, holding up one hand Scott's direction.

"Like hell," Scott said, completely irritated that Cap was trying to horn in on what he was going to do. "He was on our team first, and you haven't made any progress. I'm going after my teammate." He made to step around Steve, but stopped again when Steve clapped a hand on his shoulder and bodily blocked his path.

"Scott. There's more to it than a simple search party," Steve said. "You should know that when Abbey was born, Logan had some papers drawn up…"

"No," Scott said in a determined tone.

"... if they don't come back-"

"I said no."

Steve stopped and tipped his chin down. "If you don't want her, then I'll move down to the next name on the list."

"That's not …." Scott let out a frustrated sound from between clenched teeth. "They're coming back."

"Scott. It's been almost a week with no sign of either of them," Steve reasoned before he gestured to Abbey who was sitting with Jean and not at all her usual perky self. "I'm not saying it's a permanent arrangement yet, but for now, this is what's best. She needs you to be here with her." He gave Scott's shoulder a squeeze. "Let me do the digging. We'll find him."

"And in the meantime - while you're doing whatever it is Avengers do," Jean cut in before she gently handed Abbey to Scott. "Well, I'm going to keep looking too." Flames flashed behind her eyes as she stormed off toward the elevator - fully intending to use Cerebro to figure it out. But when she got there, the doors were locked, and it was frustrating. More so than any time previous because she couldn't DO anything. A fact that Scott was none-too-silent about in the psychic bond that the two of them shared.

It had been a few hours since the tall, pale doctor had been around. He'd made a point to leave K alone when it seemed like her healing wasn't keeping up as well as he'd like - apparently tickled with some possibility in the gene sequence that he wasn't prepared to kill her outright. Yet.

She'd already learned that to fight him was a waste of time since he would simply freeze her in place and manipulate her into the restraints when she struggled against him or his helpers.

He'd put her in a metal-lined cell after his last round of digging- not that she had the energy to find a way out. She was leaned against the wall, half asleep when the door to the cell opened again. It took everything she had to school her heart into remaining at a steady tempo.

"You know I've been listening for the past few days when he was working over Wolvie … and I gotta ask … is it true?" Deadpool asked quietly, kneeling down to see her face as she stewed. "You've got a kid with him? Like, on purpose?" She remained silent, but her jaw tightening up was confirmation enough for him. "Oh man, I can't stand by while a kid gets killed. Or orphaned. Even if I don't like that little hairy weasel much. Last thing we need is another Daken running around."

Her gaze locked onto him suddenly, and she frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?" she rasped out at just over a whisper before he reached over and patted the top of her head, shushing her.

"Why am I not surprised that he didn't tell you about his firstborn?" Deadpool said, shaking his head slowly. "That's just like him to leave out important details like grown, murderous supervillain wanna-be children."

He rose up halfway from his crouch, then looked down the hallway before leaning forward and putting his hand on her knee. "Alright lissen here. Big, tall, and Sinister stepped out for a little bit. I'll get you out of here, but I'm not on board for helping that conceited little hairball. Just go. Enjoy your little girl," he told her, and K finally spoke at just over a low growl.

"Just point me to where my husband is," she told him, though he was already shaking his head at her.

Deadpool stared at her for a long moment then drew in a quick breath and held up one finger. "I'm not going to lecture you on how to handle your life, but really, sweetie - you need to just go."

She got to her feet - clearly unsteady and started toward him. "I'm not leaving without him," K growled out, and in a heartbeat, she crossed the space and was ready to send a claw through his skull. But aside from that one quick violent movement that still threatened his melon, she was perfectly still as she stood. He couldn't even see her breathing.

"Oh kaaay. Yeah, he's down the hall, to your left and two doors down. It's just me and a Pale Creepy Sinister, soo -"

K spun on her heel and stalked off the way Deadpool directed. When she got near the door Logan was supposed to be in, she could hear Sinister hissing out something to him. Peeking through the open sliding window on the door, she could see his back to her, Logan restrained to a and table and bleeding copiously. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Deadpool waving at her to come back to where he was hiding in plain sight.

"Listen, that guy's got some serious skills, and no qualms about beating on a woman. You should go. Cut your losses here," he told her. "Why would you want Logan around your kid anyhow? He's a lowlife murderer."

She leveled a glare his way with a finger in his face as her rage began to bubble up. "No. You listen. He's mine. And if I don't do something this jack-hole is going to come after my daughter too. I will not just leave my husband and play hide and seek with this lunatic. I'm not waiting for anyone to come after me," she growled out low. "So you can either help me get in there, or you can turn your back and walk away like a little bitch baby."

"Hey. That hurts," Deadpool said, one hand over his heart as she glared harder at him. "It's just … okay. So, he paid me really really well to catch Wolverine. It's nothing personal, really."

K stared at him openly for a long moment. "How much."

"What?"

"How. Much."

"You're not going to hire me to help," he said with a little laugh, the disbelief clear in his voice. "Look at you - you don't have any money on you." He gestured openly to the little hospital gown-like frock she had on.

K looked down at the thin fabric then back up to him with a lot more assertiveness to her tone. "You're going to do it because you know I'm right," she told him.

Deadpool stared back at her for a moment then paced a small circle gesturing wildly and muttering to himself completely nonsensical - as if he was conversing with someone unseen. "It's not like we have a code - yes, I KNOW Sinister's crazy. And only like … the junior league evil team." He had his hands on his hips and his head tipped as far back as he could make it go. "Fi-i-i-i-iine," he said before he rolled his shoulders and walked over to her with his hand out. "Gimmie ten bucks."

K looked at him with her lips parted, frowning. "Ten bucks and you've hired me. Special price for a pretty lady in less fabric than what's socially acceptable."

She shook her head blinking up at him before she gestured with both hands to her sides. "Where the hell do you think I have money on me?"

He shrugged. "Don't know, but I figured I'd get to watch you find it. Hey, you can pay me after the job's done, alright? Just, um …. Huh. This is going to be hard." He put one hand over his mouth, thinking it over. "You got the number for the Westchester Playboy Mansion?"

"I'm sorry what?"

"The … the X-Mansion … the school."

"Yes, I know the number," she said, frowning at him, though she very nearly bit him when a moment later, he picked her up bodily and covered her mouth with one hand and started to run.

"Don't fight me," he growled into her ear, but that was exactly the very last thing that K was going to listen to from the way Wade had her arms pinned. She kicked and struggled, and after a hard kick, she jammed her heel into his knee, and the two of them went down hard. "Damnit, woman!"

As soon as they were on the ground, she started to struggle harder, and he grabbed wildly to get her to stop, almost begging her to calm down. He had no idea that he was hitting her worst triggers, and she couldn't stop fighting him. He was on his side, hugging her tight from behind and trying to shush her as she struggled, and his knee healed. He thought she was losing steam when he got both of them back upright, until she flat out went completely limp

He tried to get a solid grip on her upper arms, and he was entirely too slow as she slipped her hands onto his hips then slid her hands down as she slipped free - only pausing when she wrapped her hands around the twin .50 caliber semi automatic handguns Deadpool had strapped to his legs.

She unholstered them as she slipped down his legs, then rolled so that she was on her back with both of them aimed at him. K's eyes were wide, but the weapons were rock steady.

Deadpool quickly held up both hands and took a step back. "Okay, okay. Take it easy, I'm on your side … don't … don't shoot me." He was perfectly calm as he attempted to ease her mind. "K. Sweetie …" She met his gaze and tipped her head to the side slightly. "It won't kill me. So please … save me the pain. I'm not going to hurt you. Or Logan."

She was breathing roughly, and he wasn't sure if he'd gotten through to her yet. "I wasn't trying to do anything shifty. I swear. I just … I wanted to get you out of the building."

"Not without him."

"I know, I know," Wade said, both hands still up at shoulder level. "But if you want to call home, or even get to where the telepaths are worth two shits, we need to go out. Of the building."

"Psychic dampeners," K breathed out, and just like that, it was clear that Wade was relieved, and the smile was apparent in his voice.

"That's right. Psychic dampeners. And a faraday cage to kill cell phones. Yes. So we … you and me … have to go outside, so we can get your hairy lover out." He took a cautious step forward then paused before proceeding forward again when she didn't pull the trigger. "I'm not going to touch your guns. Consider that a gift. So you don't shoot me, okay?"

All at once, K let out a breath and her shoulders relaxed and Wade rushed forward to gently guide her outside. She gripped the weapons tighter and again, he reminded her he wasn't going to touch her guns.

They were barely outside before Jean broke into her thoughts sounding both relieved and upset.

Where have you been? Jean projected. We've been looking everywhere!

K concentrated and tried to focus on how to project back while Wade had pushed a cell phone at her and told her over and over to 'phone home'. She was still working off of a lot of adrenaline from moments before. I don't know … I'm with a guy in a red suit. He says his name is Deadpool … and someone is cutting into Logan. He doesn't look good. She paused then turned around again. I'm going back in there.

Of course by that time, Wade had his phone to his ear, calling the Mansion via more traditional means. "Hello, Yes, Xavier Institute? Wonderful. I am calling on the behalf of one of your teachers – or mascot or whatever the hell he is. Are you missing a cranky furry little powder keg and his lovely lady friend? You are? Well, come get 'em, or what's left of them. He's kind of busy right now." he said distractedly, and there was a pause on the line while he looked around. "Oh, we … have a little trouble …"

The connection to Jean was cut short when two Marauders led the charge toward the pair of them and K let loose with Wade's guns - shooting both of them with double taps as Wade tried to relay their position to whoever he was torturing on the phone.

"You shot him in the face! Oh, man ... you do not want to piss this woman off!" Deadpool laughed, then cleared his throat. "Whassat? Oh right yeah! You guys just totally missed it - there were a couple Marauders -"

Two more shots rang out and Wade cringed before he took a sword off of his back. "Hey, listen, it's been great chatting with you, Mr. Popsicle pants, but we're a little bit busy with Mr. Sinister's entourage, so if you don't mind … Just … trace the call."

He hung up and dropped his cell into a pocket at his belt then drew his second katana to dive into the fight with K, who was working her way through Marauders one shot at a time.

K was hyper focused on making every bullet count when Jean's mental voice echoed in her head. I have you - Scott was out looking already, he's not too far from where you are, just don't let Sinister disappear with Logan.

Don't worry, was K's mental response. I'm not leaving without him.

The fight picked up if nothing else by sheer numbers, and she knew by what he'd done to her, that she didn't have too long before Sinister did something that would take time for Logan to bounce back from, so she darted forward once the bullets were spent - claws out as she fought her way closer to her husband.

But all at once, the massive foot soldiers stepped back, out of the way and just as K spun, her arm drawn back - she found herself frozen in place and she panicked, knowing full well who it was that had come to join the fight.

"I don't recall blatant betrayal as part of your job, Mr. Wilson," Sinister hissed out, glaring at the also-frozen Deadpool. He took a moment to take the swords out of Wade's hands before he plunged both of them straight through Wade's chest, eliciting a string of curses in combinations K had never heard before.

Sinister turned toward K and simply gestured for his Marauders to take her back inside. "And it seems as though further testing is needed, my dear," he said.

She was in a pure panic. She was positive that he wasn't going to take her to the same room Logan was in - or even the same room she'd been in. They were screwed and she knew it.

They'd turned down another hallway when Deadpool's cursing seemed to shift, and after a few beats of silence that had K wondering if he'd died - the lunatic started laughing.

But she didn't have long to wait to see what it was that was happening as the entire hallway was suddenly filled with a bright red light - and an almost sizzling electrical sound. The Marauders around her and Sinister himself went sailing by only to slam into the wall at the end of the hall, though K wasn't far behind them - stuck with the group of them.

It wasn't unlike being hit by a truck, and when it let up, the Marauders were out, and Sinister was snarling as he got to his feet.

A metallic device skidded across the slick floor - lights flashing on it as it did so, and K looked up just in time to see Scott approaching looking entirely furious. She was so taken off guard at seeing him like that - so angry - that she nearly missed his little hand signal to get down.

She slipped down flat and an instant later, she could feel the beam passing millimeters from her face as he blasted Sinister and his Marauder again. She thought she could hear the man screaming, but when she opened her eyes again, and Scott pulled her to her feet, she did not miss that the creep's body looked broken in about half a dozen ways.

"He'll be back - eventually. He damaged Hank's inhibitor field," Scott said through gritted teeth as Henry made his way over to collect the damaged device and start to give her a quick once over.

But K pulled away from him and simply started down the hall at a jog, looking for where Logan was held. She could remember the path is … but it was hard to think when she was that shellshocked by everything that could happen.

It wasn't hard though, when she heard Deadpool talking, to find him. Wade had just started fiddling with the restraints, and was trying to make it sound like this was all reasonable. "It was a really high pay day," Wade was saying. "Really. Nothing personal, ha-ha?"

But Logan looked entirely unamused- particularly when Wade couldn't undo the restraints. He smiled crookedly though when K pushed him out of the way and simply cut through one of the restraints and then reached up to cut through the collar he was wearing.

He was a bloody mess - and still partly opened up - which only had K pushing to clean him up and patch him up while Scott stopped outright on seeing the set up around them - and began to destroy everything he could find.

"Oh, we're wrecking things?" Wade asked before he abandoned the two ferals to join Scott and Hank … though Hank was stealing the notes rather than destroying them.

K simply gave Logan a long kiss while he stitched himself together, relieved that he was alright, and when Scott got irritated with Deadpool - which wasn't long into it - Wade took up a position to keep watch over the two of them.

"Wow, Logan. Hey, you know she's a keeper when she'll stand by you while your guts are hanging out," Wade joked with the two ferals ignoring him entirely. Until he got too close, and then Logan's foot flew up and tagged Wade in the side of the neck.

A muted crack echoed the room and Deadpool dropped to the ground, with Logan smirking up at K from where he was laid out. "He handed us over," Logan said as a means of explaining the hit.

"You're right," K said before she left him long enough to pick up Wade's gun. She waited until he started complaining again a few minutes later and shot him in the crotch without taking her eyes off of Logan.

Logan peeked over at Wade, barely picking up his head. "That is a little disturbing, darlin'," he coughed out as Deadpool moaned and swore.

"I protect what's mine," she growled out, earning a smile from Logan and a woof from Deadpool before Scott and Henry came over to help them.

Scott pulled Logan forward, though it was clear that Logan wasn't quite healed from the look on his face and the sound he made. It was enough to get Scott to stop and wait before getting him onto his feet.

Logan leaned on Scott, and K took the other side before Henry could step in to do so.

The march out was quicker than K had expected, and when they got outside, Scott swore under his breath when he saw that SHIELD had decided to show up to the party - late as usual. The medical team was already rushing over despite the protests from Logan and K both - though they backed off momentarily when Scott threatened them.

"We brought our own medical," Scott said with a glare. "If you want reports of what happened, you're going to have to make an appointment, but right now, I'm taking my teammates back home."

The medics froze, not sure of who's orders to follow - Stark, who was running the operation, and who was already walking toward them, or Scott - who was clearly ready to fight them over it. "What's it gonna hurt, Cyclops?" Stark called out. "It'd give us half a chance to make sure there are no trackers on them anywhere, and Logan's not healing as fast as he should. I can see it from here. Come on. Let me check them for implanted inhibitors too. Just … ten minutes."

Scott looked to Henry, who nodded lightly. "I don't have a means to scan them mobilly. It would be best to make sure it's not simply an overtaxed healing factor."

"I'm fine," Logan rumbled, though Scott nodded Stark's way, and in a few moments time, both ferals were being mobbed by medics.

They were at least somewhat careful about the fact that both were barely covered, and K insisted she was fine as they did their quick once over. "Come on, I'm fine, guys," K said to the medics.

"Ma'am, really, we're not trying to sneak a peek," one of the medics said quietly, wide eyed and clearly in fear of his life and his job. "I promise, we're not collecting anything - this is just to make sure you're healing."

"Let 'em look," Logan told her at a low rumble.

When K looked over to him, it was clear he was getting the shorter end of the stick since he wasn't healed right and they were working hard to get him together - with the scanner running over him too. "Only because you're cooperating," she told him before she let out a breath and nodded to the nearest medic.

It got to be an issue again, however, when Stark casually walked over toward K - whose back was to him - to see how things were going, stopping mid sentence as the medic cleaned up the blood around her neck and shoulders, not even close to reaching her chest, and desperately trying to avoid doing so. K looked over to Logan, pulled her bloodied hair off her back, and raised her arms as the medics checked her over, though she gave him a wink that had him shaking his head.

"Is … is everything alright over here?" Stark said gruffly, an attempt to sound businesslike while abandoning his facade of looking elsewhere.

"Alright!" Logan shouted, pushing the medics away as he snatched his shirt from Henry. "She's got a damn healing factor, and you can see she's healed. Back off."

The medic stepped back, looking terrified as Logan tossed his shirt to K, who quickly pulled it over her head rather than put the hospital gown back on. Scott gruffly pulled her to her feet, and gave Tony a glare while Logan got himself better upright.

"But how can you be sure?" Wade asked. "She could be hiding something … somewhere. She said she had ten bucks ..." Deadpool offered, peeking over at her before Scott let out a disgusted noise and pushed him back bodily with one hand - and used the other to steer K closer to Logan.

"Damnit, Wilson, I will stab you in the face," Logan growled, getting a little smile from his wife as she finally got to curl into his side. It wasn't like she'd ever hidden the fact that she loved it when he got possessive like that.

Before the scan was finished, Jean's voice came over the comm that Henry had handed to Logan.

"You'll have to clean up before you see Abbey," Jean said, "She's been upset since you two disappeared."

"You can … probably take a detour to the Helicarrier if you have to. I'm sure you can clean up there. I know you don't have one in the blackbird," Tony offered but K shook her head quickly.

"No way in hell I'm getting on that thing," she said leveling a finger at him.

"Well then... you could just use my house. Your clothes are still there," Tony said -but the comment only really made Deadpool's day.

"Wait, wait wait," Wade said, hands out in front of him. "So, you're married to him but you left clothes at HIS house? What is that all about, and can I get in on it?" he shouted before he rested his hand on K's shoulder.

Logan let out a growl, and Wade actually flinched. "I'm just sayin' – I totally have something to offer, okay?" he said, blowing a kiss toward both of them as he did a little shimmy.

"I'll keep that in mind," K said, grimacing. She still hadn't seen what the merc looked like under the mask, but figured it couldn't be good seeing as he was the only one still fully suited up.

After going to Starks' and washing up thoroughly, K slipped into the least offensive thing she could find of the clothes he'd stored there from her time in New York. Scott gave Logan a clean change of clothes off the Blackbird, and the pair gave Tony a little wave before finally boarding the Blackbird again, Westchester bound.

In the hangar, Kitty had brought Abbey to see them and she was nearly impossible to hold on to.

When K got close enough, Abbey threw herself towards her mother, wrapping her little arms around her neck, hugging her and checking over and over that it was her before shoving her hand down K's shirt. She smiled at her father when she saw him, reaching over to squeeze his nose when he leaned in to kiss her, but Abbey was entirely unwilling to let go of her mother for some time.

When she was finally convinced mom wasn't leaving, she began to wiggle madly, reaching for her father. She repeated the process with him, hugging him, checking that it was him and simply having him hold her once she'd melted into his shoulder, finally falling asleep on his chest. It was obvious that the rumble of his voice as she heard it through his chest very soothing after such a long stretch without Dad. They decided for their own sanity that she would sleep with them tonight, the little one resting peacefully, one hand on his mouth, the other in her shirt.

"We're going to need to talk," Scott said before the little trio headed to the boathouse. "About the papers."

Logan nodded, but didn't argue the point at all, especially when he saw the look on Scott's face. "Tomorrow," Logan promised, which got Scott to let out a breath and relax his shoulders.

"Make it afternoon," Scott said. "She needs the time."

"No kidding," Logan agreed before they finally got a chance to snuggle in just the three of them.