thinking about wade and logan having lived for another 1000 years, another 1000 lives, fought another 1000 battles. most of their found family having come and gone, logan started dyeing his hair grey, wade started using a mock cane, and being so incredibly tired from the constant running.
late one early fall day, the light still barely hitting their eyes, they're on their old man porch of their old man cabin, in their old man clothes, in each other's old man arms. photo albums full of love on the little side table, their matching coffee mugs touching. their eyes meet as they put a mutant suppression collar on each other, and they share a sigh of relief, a silent smile. then wade stabs logan in the heart, and logan unsheathes his claws into wade's side.
two unkillable beings dying in each others' arms, taking their final breath together, finding peace together