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Title: Stuck [1/?]
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Logan, Wade, Team X. Eventual Logan/Wade/Victor
Warnings: Some swearing, violence. Eventual slash.
Other Parts: Next (2)
Notes: The flow still seems odd to me, but everything I write seems to become a ramble.
Summery: It was the epitome of straightforward. No one expected any kind of trouble, which might have been why everything blew up so spectacularly.

x-posted

marvel_slash ,x_slash , xmmff 
 

 

*

It was the epitome of straightforward. No one expected any kind of trouble, which might have been why everything blew up so spectacularly.

*

"I can help you," Stryker soothed, spreading his hands guilelessly. "All of you."

The small gathering of mutants shifted, clearly undecided, but also clearly tempted. Most were Asians, but there were a few dark-skinned and perhaps even one or two that could have been American. A small safe haven nestled somewhere on the edge of Vietnam with nearly the entire population being mutants, all having put aside any prejudices to simply live in peace with others of their kind.

Logan wanted to scoff at the perfectly honest-and-bleeding-heart-sympathizer symptoms Stryker was radiating, but he carefully rounded up those thoughts and tossed them somewhere into the shadows. The only reason they were playing nice was the definite confirmation of some kind of mild telepath who could apparently sense intentions. So as long as they all kept their minds on being helpful and non-violent, Stryker could convince the telepath to reveal himself as some kind of negotiator so Zero could tranq him, throw him on the chopper resting thirty feet away, and they could finish off the rest of the little village.

Victor was prowling around the outer borders of the village, checking for strays and any backup, which was really Stryker's excuse to get him as far away from the telepath as possible without being too obvious about it. Wade and Zero were flanking Stryker, the former making faces at the latter over their boss's head whenever he wasn't busy smiling at the locals. John a little ways off, thumbs hooked on the belt loops of his jeans and watching the crowd as a whole. Dukes was with Bradley closer to the bird, the both of them having no immediate tasks, just shading their eyes and watching the proceedings.

It was a sloppy setup, but none of them were worried about a ragtag bunch of starving mutants who all looked to be under the age of twenty-five.

There was a ripple of murmurs from the crowd and a dark-skinned woman came forward, heavy braids swinging across her back. "I talk with you," she said in clumsy-but-understandable English. "I know if you plan a trick."

"No trick, my dear," Stryker promised, but Logan saw the way the man's fingers twitched from his vantage point at the back of the gathering.

Zero took a casual step forwards, which must have been a feat of self-control because he was usually the antonym of casual, and turned slightly to cover the motion of him drawing the small tranq pistol.

Whether it was Zero's thoughts, or the way Stryker's smile turned into more of a smirk, or even the way Victor had closed in the on the group from the side, something gave them away.

The woman whirled around with a cry of alarm and everything erupted into motion.

Victor exploded from the brush and into the gathering, causing immediate and devastating confusion. Zero had already drawn the tranq in one hand and another pistol in the other but the telepath launched herself at him and the normally stoic man was so stunned they went down in a tangle of limbs. Dukes was running towards the mess and Bradley stayed by the chopper, knowing where he was more useful, and John was here-and-there and all over the place as Wade shoved Stryker behind him and backed up. Logan threw himself forward at the first mutant he saw.

It was a shock that instead of tackling the younger teen, it was Logan who went flying back several feet before bouncing off the ground once and eventually rolling to a stop. He picked himself up and glanced around, mostly to see if Victor had been watching, and caught sight of Zero firing round after round at Stryker and Wade. It was such a strange sight, Logan found himself staring at the scene for a couple of moments, dumbfounded, until he noticed the dark-skinned telepath standing a little ways off, arms outstretched, fingers twitching as if she was manipulating puppet strings.

Apparently, intel failed to mention that the telepath had a secondary mutation that was in fact her primary talent, and there were also a pair of Asian twins that were very skilled telekinetics.

The three females ended up back to back, with one of the twins projecting some kind of translucent purple dome shield to cover them, and the other two on the offensive. The eldest was still doing her zombie impression and controlling Zero, but Wade was deflecting every single bullet while Stryker yelled something about skinning the swordsman alive if he reflected any of the bullets back at Zero. The other Asian twin was the one Logan had tried to jump first thing. All she had to do was point at something and it flew back just as far as Victor could throw people, if not farther.

When she turned to point at the helicopter, Bradley was smart enough to hit the dirt.
The Black Hawk was thrown back in a wild tumble until it hit the treeline half a mile behind it and exploded into flames.

It had barely been a minute since the action started, but already the three shielded mutants were the only locals left standing. Wade was angling around in a semi-circle to pass Stryker off to Dukes and back away from Zero at the same time, giving Logan space to come up from behind the gunner-turned-zombie and jump him from behind, easily flattening the lighter man beneath him. The zombie-woman cried out something and pointed at Wade, catching their attention, but there was nothing they could do when the offensive twin turned her deadly focus to him.

The swordsman flew back like he had been hit by a jet, sailing through the air and into the treeline fifty feet away. Logan heard him glance off one tree and slam into another hard enough to bounce off and fall six feet straight down. He didn't need enhanced hearing to know that Wade hadn't done his traditional cat-twist and landed on his feet.

Victor roared. Halfway across the clearing, Logan's blood boiled with the sound.

The eldest feral charged the smooth purple dome, only to rebound off with a teeth-grindingly agitating humm sound. Overconfident, the defensive twin stepped right up to the barrier and leered.

John appeared in the center of their no-longer-close-knit triangle and had a garrote around her neck in half a second. The shield dissipated into smoke and mist with a distinctly acrid smell. Victor launched himself at the remaining telekinetic and had her throat out in less time than it took to blink. Zombie-woman scrambled back, clearly stunned and afraid, but her expression turned into a victorious smile when Victor grabbed her by the shoulder. Shaking, the elder feral turned to face his teammates against his will.

"Gerroff," Zero grumbled from beneath Logan's weight, and the feral rolled off cautiously. She could only control one person at a time, apparently, because the gunner pulled out his original weapon and the dark-skinned woman went down with a small dart in her exposed neck.

Victor whirled, more than ready to take her apart anyways, but Stryker was spouting orders and threats and Bradley was calling for a little help over here, please!

Zero righted himself with a disgruntled hmph, brushing off his uniform, but everyone else was turning towards the trees to watch Wade stumble out, blood smeared from one side of his mouth and more streaming from a cut above his eyebrow, but ignoring Bradley's attempts to get him to lay down.

John was gone in an instant but Logan took his time ambling over, Victor jogging up behind him and arriving a second later.

"I'm fine," Wade was protesting, but Bradley was having none of it.

"You've probably broken every single one of your ribs, and if you're coughing up blood it means that your lungs are pierced."

The swordsman rolled his eyes. "Yes, of course, brilliant deduction. But did it happen to escape you that I am, in fact, not coughing up blood?"

"Then waddya call that, bub," Logan growled, jabbing a finger at the blood coating the side of his face.

"What?" Wade smeared the back of his hand across the aforementioned cheek with a wince, blinking in surprise at the volume of blood that dripped off his fingers. "Why, Logan, I didn't know you cared," he gushed with a flutter of his eyelashes. "I bit the inside of my cheek, actually. And I ran into a couple branches that were jealous of my pretty face."

John appeared less than a foot away without warning and broken ribs or no, Wade had both his swords out and ready before Logan even heard the customary poof of rushing air.

"John, man, what have I told you about giving some advance warning, hm?"

"I must agree, Wraith," Stryker put in, pushing his way into the tight circle surrounding the injured mercenary. "You're lucky he's not in the best of shape, or I'm afraid you may have lost your head quite literally."

John just shrugged and went down on his knees, scavenged bits of the first aid kit laid out before him. "Down, Wade."

"Yes, Master," the younger man groused, reluctantly letting Bradley lower him no further than sitting cross-legged.

Their unofficial medic just sighed and ripped off a few pieces of gauze, sticking them haphazardly to the major slashes on Wade's forehead and along his jaw. The swordsman snorted and batted the hands away after a couple seconds, looking up at the ring of people surrounding him.

"So much attention," he chuckled, "I feel like I should be stripping or something." And without further ado, Wade pulled his vest and shirt off.

If everyone had been watching him before, they were staring now. "Wilson, what are you doing?" Stryker asked, sounding somewhere between appalled and resigned.

"Stripping," Wade deadpanned.

"Letting me get a good look at his ribs," John translated, putting a hand on the mercenary's shoulder and trying to direct him onto his back. Wade tilted his head and looked at the teleporter out of the corner of his eye, expression sly, as if he was deciding whether to cooperate or take the other man's head off.

A growl rumbled in the back of Victor's throat. "Just lay the fuck down, Wade."

"If I lie down, I'm never getting back up," the swordsman warned, angling a cheeky grin up at the feral. "I suppose you can be the one to carry me all the way back to base, which is about a four day walk from here, and have the rare privilege of my conversational skills the entire way--"

"Not on your life," Victor snarled, and stalked off to see what had become of their supplies in the burnt-out helicopter.

John blew a sigh out through his cheeks. "Whatever, don't lie down then. You can fall and give yourself another concussion."

"I'm not going to pass ou-aaahfuck," Wade hissed as the teleporter firmly pressed against his midsection, barely catching himself on his hands with a wince as the motion no doubt twinged his ribs.

"I--"

"I'm going to fucking decapitate you if you say I told you so."

Stryker managed a small chuckle and looked around, shading his eyes from the lowering sun. "Let's go find somewhere to restrain our prisoner, shall we?" The colonel did a slow about-face and headed towards the downed woman, Bradley and Dukes in tow.

Logan sank down on his haunches, glancing over at the larger group among the wreckage, and caught Stryker's gaze. The colonel made an obscure motion with his hands and the feral realized who was going to end up carrying the swordsman.

"Fuck," he muttered.

John, who had looked up in time to catch Stryker's message, laughed.

Wade, who had his eyes screwed shut, just hissed at the both of them.

 

Comments

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traveling_storm
May. 23rd, 2009 07:33 am (UTC)
Oh, I liked this. Loved stoic Wade, concerned-but-i-ain't-gonna-show-it Victor, Wade's line about decapitating John - so many tidbits I enjoyed thoroughly. :D The dialogue was nice and crispy. ^__^

Awesome job! I can't wait to see you bring these guys together in a 3-some so hot it should be illegal!
alpha_hex
May. 23rd, 2009 05:45 pm (UTC)
Heh, you know a pairing's hot when it strays into the realms of illegal...

Dialogue is always something I agonize over, but I've decided to just leave what I originally wrote because my instincts seems to be alright. And I'm glad you likes the little bits, because that's what makes writing this thing enjoyable.
nasajpl
May. 23rd, 2009 11:31 am (UTC)
love it so far, I fell so bad for the person having to deal with wade the whole ride back.
alpha_hex
May. 23rd, 2009 05:51 pm (UTC)
Well, Logan's not going to mind it so much after a while...
the_summoning_d
May. 23rd, 2009 12:57 pm (UTC)
This is wonderful! Poor Logan - I can't imagine carrying an injured Wade for four days being anything other than profoundly infuriating XD
alpha_hex
May. 23rd, 2009 05:47 pm (UTC)
Mmm, maybe he'll convince Victor to switch after a while...

...yeah, right. XD
nicoletan
May. 23rd, 2009 03:16 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love you for writing this. and Wade stripping? Utterly hilarious. <333 Moaar!
alpha_hex
May. 23rd, 2009 05:48 pm (UTC)
Wade always uses the situation to his advantage.

Moar is on its way, rest assured.
mcqueens_queen
May. 23rd, 2009 03:49 pm (UTC)
W00t. That looks like epic win to me. I can't wait for you to put our boys together for some hot lovin.
alpha_hex
May. 23rd, 2009 05:49 pm (UTC)
Plot comes first, m'afraid. But it will be hot, that I can promise you.
synnerxx
May. 23rd, 2009 07:07 pm (UTC)
Wade stripping had me rotfl. :) Gotta love Wade. And feel sorry Logan having to carry him for four days back to the base. Moar soon?? :D
alpha_hex
May. 23rd, 2009 09:05 pm (UTC)
Soon, m'dear, soon...
sarkywoman
May. 24th, 2009 01:37 am (UTC)
I cannot wait to see a continuation of this. The part where Wade went down and Victor roared = Awesome.

I'm surprised they don't have some spare tranquilliser for Wade. Of course, that would probably just turn incessant chatter into incessant slurring.
alpha_hex
May. 24th, 2009 01:53 am (UTC)
An interesting two facts that you picked up on, which are both part of the grand plot... MWUHAHAH-- Er, eh, yes. XD Grand scheme of things and such.
sarkywoman
May. 24th, 2009 02:04 am (UTC)
LOL! Now I feel cool. In a supremely dorky way.
3mysteres
May. 25th, 2009 12:21 am (UTC)
Awesome action and storyline! I'm so eager for the next part! And just like supremely talented sarkywoman, I instantly picked up on Victor roaring when Wade was hurt and gave a happy squee. I also loved how protective Wade was of Stryker, they've got a very interesting and complex dynamic...I dare to hope it may be explored a bit more in the future. But I'm sure whatever you write will be great, looking forward to it!
alpha_hex
May. 25th, 2009 03:52 am (UTC)
Arg, another plot-hint revealed!

You guys are just too smart. As I started this first bit, I was looking to write something that drops little, inconspicious hints all over the place so that in the last parts, you're reading something and go wait a minute, wasn't something like that alluded to in part 1/2/3/? somethere?
btp248
Jun. 15th, 2009 12:18 am (UTC)
This is so cool! I love when people write fics with the team. Action, humor and a shirtless Wade...great start :)
erlgirl_9
Jun. 24th, 2009 01:51 am (UTC)
Wow, this is amazing. The tense situation at the start, the action, the banter - it's awesome!

Now on to the next part! :D
hohaiyee
Jul. 8th, 2009 01:05 am (UTC)
re: Urban Jungle
I really like Wade, but I was cheering for the nameless villagers all the way. Ouch.
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