#TheWolverine

[greenbloodvulcan]

Logan runs into a certain passenger more than once. She gets under his skin.

A/N: I change POV’s based on vibes only so sorry if this is hard to read :( 

Word count: 3,427

It wouldn’t have changed a damn thing for him, had it just been that once. He’d have forgotten about her the very next day; his appreciation of both her silence and her relative sobriety level would have been no more than a fleeting observation. It would have continued on just the same. Dry heat, dust, drink, and a deep nothingness that blankets every second of every day. His life was never going to be fucking sunshine and rainbows; his DNA made damn sure of that. He bears it all for Charles- the monotony. The obnoxious passengers who reeked of drink more than he did; who slurred professions of love and insisted that, no, they did not need him to pull over, they hadn’t even had that much. He wasn’t sure who he found worse- the drunks or the socially inept who talked his ear off like he looked like someone who gave a shit. 

So it’s a relief when she slides into the backseat with mostly clear eyes and a small smile, meeting his gaze in the rearview. The smell of alcohol is faint, and though he’s parked outside a strip of bars at 11 at night, he notices the scrubs and the bag she tosses in beside her. He confirms her name and she nods with a soft “yes”. He waits until he hears the click of the seatbelt before pulling away from the curb, nothing but the radio and the hum of the engine surrounding them. She doesn’t tap away at her phone incessantly, feeling the need to feign busyness to fill the silence that is to be expected between two complete strangers. She just leans her head on the window, the bright lights of the nighttime landscape flashing across her face. He doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t ask him about his day or talk about how the weather is finally cooling down or something else equally as meaningless. He keeps his eyes on the road the rest of the drive, the same highway signs and landmarks he’s memorized fading in his periphery. 

It takes maybe 15 minutes to pull off the road into a small apartment complex. It’s dead silent at this hour, and she directs him to the left and points at a set of stairs beneath one of the light posts that actually works. “Right here is fine. Thank you-” she pauses and looks down at her phone, “Logan. I appreciate it.” He grumbles out a “sure” but her smile only widens before she pushes the door open and slides out. “Have a good night.” He nods at her and waits until she disappears up the landing and he hears a door close. It’s late, and he plans to drive another hour or two to avoid Caliban’s very personal questions and the concern in his voice for Charles that has Logan thinking back to a mansion filled with limp bodies and broken screams. He keeps driving. 

She sees him again two weeks later, by pure chance. The car she can’t afford to fix means it was bound to happen sooner or later. She’d gotten by the last month with bus rides at god forsaken hours of the morning and rideshares when she’d had her fill of sticky plastic seats, the smell of urine, and people who didn’t see anything wrong with having conversations on speaker in public. She can spare the few bucks most of the time- twice a week, sometimes three. Tonight is one of those nights. She didn’t think much of it when she ordered the ride, only putting the name to the face when she opens the door and sees the man with tired eyes, a rumpled shirt, and a rugged handsomeness she admonishes herself for noticing. “Oh hey. Again,” she greets, pulling her backpack onto her lap and hugging it to her chest. He raises his eyebrows at her and turns around in this seat again with a grunted hey. 

It’s much the same as the last time and the silence that settles is so blissful she’s surprised she doesn’t fall asleep. As she’s leaving she feels possessed to tell the man- Logan, that she hopes she gets him next time too. She doesn’t expect anything other than a one word response but he turns to look at her and a disbelieving chuckle escapes him. He runs a hand through his hair and eyes her with a scrutiny she’s not used to. They’re not quite green and not quite brown and it’s stupid to think because she doesn’t know him but she wonders what they’d look like without all that hurt. “And why is that?” he questions gruffly.  Ignoring the flush that she’s certain has risen to her face she speaks truthfully, “The quiet. It’s nice. Don’t get too much of that most days,” she replies, motioning to her scrub clad body. She sees his eyes focus on the badge clipped to her collar and he nods, “I fucking believe it.” He nods at her as he unlocks the door. “See you later,” she calls. “Maybe,” he replies. 

                                                            ---

“What, are you requesting me or something?” he asks incredulously. That earns him a laugh- a light and airy sound that he would have found strange, because it wasn’t that funny, but he’s picked her up outside a bar, and her eyes are glazed over and the smell is so much stronger than the first time. She must notice his weariness, because she’s leaning back in her seat with her hands up in surrender. “I’ll be good I promise,” she smiles at him then, and it’s so genuine he allows himself to believe her.  He tells her that she better not throw up with a grumble and she’s nodding, “Yes, Mr. Logan.” He sends her a look and pulls the car out of park. She keeps her promise the first 5 minutes. It’s so quiet and the road so familiar, he almost forgets about the stranger in his backseat. But then she’s breaking the silence, and her voice is no longer cheery and playful; she’s nearly whispering and her voice is cracking as she makes her inquiry, “Can I tell you something?” 

He wants to be rude and tell her he’s not a fucking psychiatrist and he’s honestly the last person anyone should want to have a heart to heart with but he doesn’t. She’s been perfectly nice to him and even if he had a habit of being an asshole more often than not nowadays, he knew she didn’t deserve it. He doesn’t meet her eyes in the rearview. “Go ahead, kid.”

“We lost someone today. And I just- I couldn’t stand the thought of just going home and being alone with it, you know? And it wasn’t the first and it won’t be the last and maybe I should just be used to it by now but, I just can’t. And next year, I won’t be under someone, it’ll be my responsibility and only mine and I-” she’s crying now and he hears her trying hard to stifle the tears. “Anyway, that’s why I drank so fucking much. Sorry. God, I’m-” she falters and quiets lamely. 

His knuckles are turning white against the steering wheel and he’s thinking of a streak of white hair, and blue skin that’s turning a sickly gray and the woman he couldn’t have at the foot of the stairs and he knows that no amount of liquor can make you forget. “You don’t,” he says. “You don’t get used to it. Just get better at hiding it.”

She’s wiping at her eyes and she’s leaning forward now, her chin resting on the slope of the passenger seat. “I’ll just always feel responsible. Like I didn’t do enough.” 

He’s pulled into her lot when he finally turns and meets her eyes. “Yeah, I know.”

                                                        ---

She’s too fucking embarrassed to risk seeing him again for several weeks. She knows very well how irrational she’s being, and she knows he must have dealt with far worse but she’s never been one to share the details of her life with near strangers. So she braves the bus and the noise and the smell and the headaches that plague her as a result. 

The next time she sees him, it isn’t in his car. She’s leaving the hospital, and like many third year residents, had survived on nothing but a granola bar and coffee. Her feet are aching and she briefly considers just going home but she’s got the appetite of a hungover undergrad so she stops in at the nearby diner. She’s greeted by the smell of pancake batter and bacon grease and for that she ignores the sticky table and water spotted silverware. She’s about to look around for a waitress when she sees him two booths away, staring very intensely at the coffee mug before him. His eyes suddenly meet hers and she raises her hand in a hesitant wave before looking away and flagging down the waitress. She’s a customer–an acquaintance really, so she’s surprised when she hears the shuffling of footsteps and he drops into the seat across from her. She meets his eyes and leans forward slightly, “I’m not following you I promise,” she tells him and that earns her a gruff laugh, “I’d hope you’d have better things to do. Doctor.” 

He’s different from every time before. Looser. His white collared shirt is unbuttoned and rolled at the sleeves, suit jacket abandoned. She notices for the first time just how imposing he is, all hard muscle and tan skin and eyes that seem to burn right through her. But they’re the slightest bit unfocused, and then his demeanor makes sense. “Yeah, just a thing or two,” she tells him with a smile. He surprises her again by asking if her day was better than the last time he saw her. She skips over more apologies, since he clearly isn’t bothered and she nods at him thoughtfully. “Yeah, actually. Thanks. It’s hard, you know. The ER. It’s people at their most vulnerable and someone’s life is literally in your hands and yes, it’s fast and it’s exhausting but, I love it. I really do,” she finishes, unable to help herself from smiling at the admission. Her plate is delivered then, and it takes everything in her to not inhale the pancake stack. Rather, she stabs at the eggs first and looks expectantly at the man before her, “What about you?”  

“Oh yeah, always wanted to be a driver. Nothing like it,” he answers. She rolls her eyes at his tone, “You’re just full of surprises tonight aren’t you. Who would’ve thought you were capable of making a joke.” 

He brings the mug to his lips, downing the remainder of the black coffee and leaning back into the red vinyl. He shrugs, “Shit happened and a move across the country made sense.” He’s looking down at the table, fingers tapping against the sticky laminate and she doesn’t miss the scars between his knuckles. They’re fresh, the skin still puckered and pink and it only adds to the mystery of the man before her. The one so dead set on hiding. She nods, but they both know she doesn’t buy it. “I’ll get it out of you, one day,” she replies, “I’m not known for quitting.” 

He huffs out a laugh, “It’s your mistake,” he responds, but those hazel eyes meet hers with a look she can’t quite place. She responds in kind, mimicking his shrug before cutting up the pancake stack before her. They sit in silence for a while and he looks incredibly amused at the enthusiasm with which she eats. She slouches down in her seat with a sigh when she finishes, “Wow I really fucking needed that.” 

He nods at her, “Gotta take care of yourself kid.” She raises her eyebrow at him indicating she could say the same thing about him and he shrugs again, “Yeah, fine. You win.” He gestures towards the window, “Going to head out.”

She smiles at him lightly, “You’ll likely see me again really soon,” she admits. “Car’s still busted.”

It’s when he stands up to go that she notices. He tries to keep his arm by his side, but it comes up to his torso just as he grits his teeth and winces. He brings his hand up to signal that he’s fine and she can stay seated but she’s standing in front of him and giving him a look that says that she knows better. “Hey, what’s wrong?” 

He shakes his head and makes to move past her, “Nothing it’s fine.” She looks down at his shirt and then back up at him with a fierceness in her eyes, “The blood seeping through your shirt would suggest otherwise, Logan.” He’s about to open his mouth to protest but she grabs his calloused hand and pushes against his chest with her free hand,  keeping him in place. “You’re going to let me help because I won’t be able to sleep tonight if I don’t. I don’t care what happened, just let me.” He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh knowing it’s a losing battle. The woman who barely cleared his shoulders wasn’t going to let it go. 

She leans down and slings her bag over her shoulder and motions toward the bathroom. There’s barely enough space in the dingy men’s room and it smells strongly of cheap air freshener and bleach. She pushes the toilet lid down with her foot and motions for him to sit before digging out the first aid kit from her bag and handing it to him while she scrubs her hands with several pumps of soap. “Of course you have one of these.”

She gives him a pointed look, “Never know when the mysterious chauffeur with a secret past is going to be bleeding out in the 24/7 diner.”

He’s taken his shirt off and suddenly she’s crouched between his knees, her brows furrowed. There’s a wound along his abdomen, maybe four inches long. The stitches he’d clearly done himself had split. But it’s not just that. His torso is a mirage of scars, both old and new–shiny pink strips that stand out from the rest of his tanned surface, the jagged edges pulling at his taught skin. Then she sees the rounded indentations and she’s been in the ER enough to know that they’re bullet holes and she pushes down the worry that is suddenly taking root in her chest. She can feel his eyes studying her, waiting for a reaction–for an explanation. She doesn’t give him one. 

He towers above her and is easily twice as wide, and for all his roughness, she can’t help but find him beautiful. She stands to get a stack of paper towels that she presses to his skin as gently as she can. “Sorry,” she murmurs when she feels him tense beneath her fingers. He feels like a furnace. “Hold that a sec.” She’s pulling out gloves, then scissors and tweezers. She pulls his hand away when the towels are soaked through. He closes his eyes as she starts to remove the old thread, and she somehow stays focused on the split skin and not the fact that she’s close enough to hear every change in his breathing and smell traces of cologne and whiskey. 

She doesn’t question him while she works and he’s grateful for it. She gives him a smile when she says, “The stitches weren’t even that bad, so good job.” He tries to relax, but he finds himself tensing at the feel of her fingers on his skin, the intimacy of it, however necessary it was, an almost foreign concept to him as of late. She keeps mumbling apologies anytime he does, like she’s the reason he’s got a knife wound. A few years ago, he might have said something crass about her position between his legs but now? Right now, he can’t fathom why she cares so much to begin with.

He lets his eyes fall to her face as she concentrates on threading the hooked needle. Some of her dark hair has escaped the knot at the nape of her neck and her tongue pokes out from between her lips as she works, her brows furrowed in concentration. She holds the suture in one hand while the other grabs hold of a small brown bottle. She meets his eyes apologetically. “This is going to sting.” He only nods as she pours it over the wound, clenching his teeth as he inhales. “Ok, this is going to feel worse but I’ll be as quick as I can,” she assures him. 

The dim yellow light from the flickering fixture above them has her squinting as she leans forward and braces her forearms above his knees. “I’ll be fine,” he tells her when she glances up at him with another apology. He closes his eyes as he feels the tugging on his skin, his fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs. A few moments pass before she leans back and reaches for the dressing. “All done,” she announces, pressing the bandage down and removing her gloves. 

He stands and moves to re-button his shirt but she reaches down and pushes his bloody hands away. “Let me.” There’s barely three inches between them and he’s suddenly very aware of the heat from her skin and the way her nimble fingers seem to take longer than necessary working the buttons through. Then, her palms linger on his chest when she’s done and all he can smell is her perfume and all he can hear is his pulse between his ears. She’s peering up at him with those deep, dark eyes and she looks so innocent and kind and young–everything he is not. 

But she’s more than that; she’s fucking brilliant and dedicated and she spends her days pulling people from the brink of death so he doesn’t get why she’s looking at him that way. Why she’d seen all that she had in the last 20 minutes and still wants anything to do with him at all. He’s vague and defensive and she can’t have much of an idea of who he is at all and yet she’s still there, looking at him like that. 

It’s worse when she runs her thumb across the raised scar on his cheek and his eyes fall closed immediately and he almost forgets to breathe. His hand comes up to catch her wrist between calloused fingers and he wants to keep her from wasting any more time on him and his brain is screaming at him to just tell her no but he doesn’t. And it’s incredibly stupid because he knows how fucking terribly it always ends. Always. He drops her wrist and she catches his right hand, her thumb passing gently along the scars between his knuckles. It’s intoxicating- the feel of her skin on his and god its been so long. Her head is bowed as she maps out the scar tissue on the back of his hand and she’s so incredibly gentle and seemingly awestruck when her eyes meet his again that he feels his stomach drop because he wishes so badly that she didn’t care. That he didn’t. 

“Thank you,” he murmurs. She smiles at him lightly, and he’s confused by the sadness that seems to overtake her features. “You’re so much more than I ever could have hoped, Logan. Please know that.” He decides then that his name on her lips is his new favorite sound. He almost opens his mouth to protest but he knows it will only upset her so he stays quiet. She drops his hand and then she has both palms on his chest again and soft lips against his cheek and he lets himself savor the proximity and the warmth and the scent of vanilla that surrounds her. He catches her waist before she can step away and her hands slide upwards to meet behind his neck. He bows his head to rest against her forehead and it takes all his restraint to not kiss her until she’s breathless. That soft, sweet smile has returned to her face and her dark eyes are shining. It’s almost enough to make him forget the grimy bathroom they’re standing in. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?” she whispers and he feels his lips pull up at the corners before he can stop it. 

He drives her home in his passenger seat. 

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

Sad thought about Logan

He would probably have regular "growing pains" because his bones couldn't change beyond their Adamantium state, but they would be forced into changing due to temperature changes.

[sherlockedclem-blog]

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[ftwkcomic]

Frostbite the Husky as Wolverine

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[bussterj]

I'm watching The Wolverine (2013)

[historyofcomicbookspodcast]

"The Wolverine" score by Marco Beltrami

Solid but not extraordinary score that pretty much matches with the movie. While not bad, there are no outstanding tracks that stand out. Overall, a solid listen.

[patrick-hatfield]

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The Wolverine inked Really liked how this turned out when I thought the pencil lineart was rough. #wolverinefanart #thewolverine #deadpool3 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmx8wK9uIi9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[modern-music-through-the-ages]

The Wolverines (1924)

The Wolverines name lives on largely because jazz wunderkind Biz Beiderbecke played and made his first recordings with the group when he was on the cusp of fame, for around a year between 1923 and 1924.

Originally Dudley Mecum's Wolverine Band (they played Jelly Roll Morton's Wolverine Blues so much that they appropriated the name), the group first performed in 1923, having moved to Hamilton, Ohio from Chicago.

Mecum, a pianist and songwriter, didn't like learning the polkas, waltzes and tangos that club owners wanted (like the rest of his ensemble, he couldn't read music), and soon left.

His former ensemble kept their iconic name however - one that has been re-used by revival bands ever since.

[raurquiz]

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[heavenboy09]

Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊 To You

The 1# Legendary Japanese 🇯🇵 Actor & Martial Artist 🥋Of Cinema 🎥 Before & Today

Born in Tokyo, he was scouted by an entertainer while playing with the son of the actor Kokichi Takada who lived in the same condominium, and after working as a model for a magazine for young children, he joined the Himawari Theatre Group at the age of five. He made his film debut in 1966 in the ninkyo yakuza film Game of Chance (浪曲子守唄) starring Shinichi "Sonny" Chiba, reprising his role as Chiba's character's son in two sequels released the following year.

He is a Japanese actor and martial artist. He began his career in the mid-1960's at the age of six, and gained prominence for his roles in Japanese and Hong Kong action films, later establishing himself as a dramatic actor.

He made his first major Hollywood appearance portraying Ujio in The Last Samurai (2003), later appearing in such films as Sunshine (2007), Speed Racer (2008), The Wolverine, 47 Ronin (both 2013), Minions (2015), Life (2017), Avengers: Endgame (2019), Army of the Dead (2021), Bullet Train (2022), and John Wick: Chapter 4 (2023). He also had a recurring role on the HBO series Westworld (2018–2020).

He is best known to international audiences for his roles as Ryuji Takayama in Ring (1998), Seibei Iguchi in The Twilight Samurai (2002), Ujio in The Last Samurai (2003), Kenji in Rush Hour 3 (2007), and Hanzo Hasashi / Scorpion in Mortal Kombat (2021).

His role as 'The Fool' in the Shakespeare play King Lear also gave him notable theatrical notice in the United Kingdom.He has received numerous accolades, including two Japan Academy Film Prizes, three Blue Ribbon Awards for Best Actor, four Kinema Junpo Awards, and honors from the Yokohama Film Festival.

In 2018, he received the Medals of Honor with Purple Ribbon from the Japanese government for his "artistic developments, improvements and accomplishments."

Please Wish This Legendary & Incredible Japanese 🇯🇵 Actor & Martial Artist 🥋Of Years Of Outstanding Cinema 🎥 & Also Shares The Same Birthday with, The Legendary Aussie Actor, Hugh Jackman. Who has starred a movie in with, A Very Happy Birthday 🎂 🥳 🎉 🎈 🎁 🎊

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The Wolverine art collection #artcollection #thewolverine #wolverineart #marvelart #pencilartwork

[icarusredwings]

I can totally see some politican being like

"Why are all the @x-men gay?"

And logan reply "@thewolverine replied Mind your fucking buisness or ill tell your wife about your affair with me"

And it sparks a HUGE thing when in reality they just make morph turn into that guy and take a bunch of pictures of them doing suggestive stuff until the politican gets canceled.

Raven darling you could have done so much in your time with your powers but you are for some reason too busy fawning over honestly-you-could-do-better(TM) men including your brothers toxic boyfriend.

Ok I’ll just start the x-men posting off with this one. Pretty much the first thing I drew upon realizing that they were spinning in my head and I was screwed

(Btw, I finally caved and made a bluesky account; my handle is m0rbs.bsky.social)

[derekbartonart]

It’s Hulk Smash Saturday & I thought I’d share Wolverine, who first appeared in Hulk’s book way back when. I sold this piece a while ago but am thinking about re drawing him in this pose on toned paper. What costume would you like to see this time? Comment below.

#hulksmashsaturday

#wolverine

#mutantmonday

#xmen

#xmen97

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[the-art-of-the-brian]

"SNIKT!!!"

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#TheWolverine #Logan #xmen #marvelcomics #jameshowlett #xmenart

[happyk44]

[ID: Tweets created to appear as those they came from X-Men characters.

1: logan @/TheWolverine: @/ErikLehnsherr why is an international terrorist verified on Twitter and I'm not

MAGNETO [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/TheWolverine: Hi! This is because you are irrelevant and I'm not. Hope this helps!

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: keep yourself safe

2: logan @/TheWolverine: whoever invented gay people really fucked up because if it werent for that I'd still be in bed right now

Scotty [white checkmark emoji] @/Cyclops replying to @/TheWolverine: Can you stop tweeting while we're trying to fight Magneto

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/Cyclops: this is very relevant to the fight

3: [Skull and crossbones emoji] @/rogue: dating is so scary like what if my dad kills that guy

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/rogue: i might

[Skull and crossbones emoji] @/rogue replying to @/TheWolverine: please don't ??

4: Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast: @/ErikLehnsherr Happy fathers day

MAGNETO [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/GottaGoFast: You were an accident but thanks

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: [picture of an indiscriminate person giving a thumbs up with their other hand on their hip]

5: Jean Grey [white checkmark emoji] @/from-the-ashes: Why do we keep bringing Logan to Magneto fights he just keeps getting frozen in place for the whole thing...

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/from-the-ashes: good fucking question girl

Scotty [white checkmark emoji] @/Cyclops replying to @/from-the-ashes: Because it's funny

Jean Grey [white checkmark emoji] @/from-the-ashes replying to @/Cyclops: True

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/from-the-ashes: man

6: Quote retweet from Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr of Scotty's previous tweet: It's REALLY funny

logan @/TheWolverine replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: fuck you and your stupid divorce you queers are ruining my life

7: Prof. Charles Xavier [white checkmark emoji] @/ProfessorX: I don't agree with mind control on a moral level but if I keep seeing the things I'm currectly seeing being put on this website I may have to intervene

Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/ProfessorX: [picture of Skeletor pointing at something off-screen and saying, "jokes on you I'm into that shit"

8: mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud: having a brother is crazy because sometimes he'll make you a snack and kiss you on the forehead and sometimes make you feel loved and sometimes he'll choose his weird codepdent boyfriend over you

9: mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud: I'm quitting the brotherhood of mutants this shit sucks

mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud replying to @/mystique: nevermind I'm coming back being alone sucks significantly more

Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/mystique: Welcome back

mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: quitting again

Magneto [white checkmark emoji] @/ErikLehnsherr replying to @/mystique: WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO

mystique [double heart emoji] @/MutantAndProud replying to @/ErikLehnsherr: your presence just kills my vibe sometimes I'm ngl [abbrievation meaning not gonna lie]

10: Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast: Kind of crazy how I have a sister and know nothing about her

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/GottaGoFast: Like yeah she looks like me we're twins and we live in the same house but I swear I never see her she's just kind of a non tangible presence

WADE !!! @/mercwithamouth replying to @/GottaGoFast: Oh that's because Fox and Marvel were kinda split over who ges to have who, most people theorise there was an internal deal made for the MCU to get Wanda and for us to get you

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/mercwithamouth: What

Quicksilver [sunglasses emoji] [yellow sparkles emoji] @/GottaGoFast replying to @/GottaGoFast: Who tf [abbreviation meaning the fuck] are you

/end ID]

xmcu tweets because i've been making these for fun and my girlfriend told me to post them

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