Short scene. Had to write. Worst Wolverine got a date???!! Wade's shocked. Aaaand Al is in a spot of trouble....
The apartment, late afternoon. Everyone's home.
Wade, being closest to the door, answers the door in a wrinkled t-shirt, boxers and socks.
Standing on the other side is a very tall, broad, olive skinned man in business casual. His long, thick hair is tied back in a ponytail. And, oh, yeah: he's totally gorgeous.
WADE: Dear god, can I please help you?
Logan appears beside Wade, shrugging into his denim jacket.
LOGAN: Wade, this is... Herc. Herc, Wade.
Herc nods, his expression warm but cautious.
WADE: Wait... Herc? Like...
LOGAN: Don't make this a thing.
WADE: THE Hercules? Son of Zeus?
As Herc says, "Yup.", Logan glares meaningfully at Wade, as if willing him to behave, though he doesn't seem like he's gonna give Wade any time to flub this.
He joins Herc in the hall.
HERCULES (quickly, cuz Logan's already walking away): Nice meeting you.
WADE (distractedly, weakly): Unlikewise, I'm sure.
Wade stands with the door open, processing.
ALTHEA (hollering from inside the bathroom): Any toilet paper out there?
Wade suddenly snags his coat off the wall, grabs his phone, keys and leaves the apartment. Yes, still in his boxers and socks.
ALTHEA (still in the bathroom): Hello?? (silence)... Mother fucker....
