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Chapter 29 - Not In The Closet Anymore

"I AM NOT GAY!" Bobby shouted, his face the color of a tomato on fire. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "I... am a mutant."

(Owwwh, he's still in the closet…)

It's not until the next 16 years he gonna have his came out story. You just outed him not cool!

Wade gasped dramatically, putting his hand in forehead while clutching his chest. "You hurt me, Bobby-bear! I thought we had something special!" Wade's theatrics earned him a sharp look and hard slap in the back of his head from Logan.

"Shut up, Wade," Logan growled.

Bobby's family just stared in shock. His mom clasped her hands together as if trying to hold in all the overwhelming emotions. His dad opened and closed his mouth like a malfunctioning robot.

Bobby took a deep breath, preparing to explain how his "school for the gifted" was, in fact, more like a school for "specials mutants," and not just a fancy prep school. His voice wavered, and his awkwardness was more palpable than Jubilee's bedazzled sunglasses in Wade's opinion.

Sensing the rising tension and Bobby's struggle to articulate his words, Jubilee stepped in like a pro she is. "Alright, everybody. Let's just... breathe for a second, yeah? Maybe sit down? That might help. Clear the tension yeah?"

Wade shot her a thumbs-up. "Nice save, Jubes. I'll actually getting really hungry here, and the Pizza I just bought gonna be cold."

Jubilee just slaps him in the back of his head. "It's not for you, dumbass!!! Read the room a little!"

"Owh, that hurt! What's up with women and their need to hurt me today!!!"

(Because they are so into you dude! What else!)

"Really!!! I know I am sexy, but—"

It's because you are being a jerk, they also really hate you…

'Ouch, You didn't have to crush a man's confident like that, Bold! Now, I am depressed!'

Once everyone sat down, Mrs. Drake excused herself to make tea, offering some to everyone as her shaky hands gathered cups. Her eyes darted toward Logan's beer in his hand, but she wisely chose not to comment. Ken and Jubilee politely declined, while John looked at her as if she'd offered him battery acid. Can't blame him, if Wade got fire related power, he might be hated water too.

"I hardly like drinking water," John stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "Liquids taste bad enough without adding all kinds of crazy flavors."

Logan gave the back of John's shoulder a firm grip and gave him a hard look. He also shot Wade a sharp look when he saw him about to open his mouth. Okay then, he'll be polite this time.

"Thank you for your tea, Mrs. Drake, it is delicious!" Wade shot her a warm look. Well, about as warm as his mask look in the outside. He didn't really care, Logan wanted him to be polite, he'll be polite, in his own terms.

Really dude?

'Hey! She offered us!!! Beside tea and pizza could work!'

(Well, we did thank her at least! Also tea and pizza would definitely work!)

Mrs. Drake only gave him a small smile, and awkwardly settled down to sit beside her husband and younger son. Wade just shot Logan another looks as of saying, you happy now? Which Logan just answered with another gruff that only Ken and Wade could hear. Victory!!!

As everyone settled in, Bobby awkwardly began to explain Xavier's school, fumbling through details of his "gifted" friends. "It's not like I was trying to lie," Bobby said, wringing his hands, "It's just... complicated."

"So... when did you first know you were a..." Mrs. Drake struggled with the word.

"A mutant," Pyro helpfully supplied, flicking his lighter for what felt like the millionth time.

Mrs. Drake shot him an irritated look. "Would you cut that out?" she asked in an agitated voice.

Wade leaned over and gave Pyro a light whack on the head. "Ease up, flame boy. They already think we're freaks of a nature. No need to burn things up—yet." And that earned another slap from Logan to the back of his head. Okay, that's need to stop! Why people just like slapping the back of his head?

(Because it's very slapable!)

Because you made them an easy target.

With an exaggerated huff, Pyro flicked the lighter one last time before shoving it in his pocket. He gave Wade a not-quite-scowl that Wade answered with a grin.

"We actually thought Bobby was going to a school for the gifted," Mr. Drake finally spoke up, trying to make sense of everything. "We just didn't realize..."

"That it was more 'Sky High' than 'Dead Poets Society?'" Wade piped in.

Jubilee shot Wade a warning look. "Can you not make this worse for him?"

Wade threw up his hands in mock innocence. "I was only clarifying! And Sky High is a good movie! I'm helpin' him!"

Mr. Drake ignored their exchange and turned back to Bobby. "Why didn't you tell us? What were you thinking? We're your parents! How could you keep something like this from us?"

"Dad, You don't understand—"

"Obviously!"

"Dad!"

Mrs. Drake tried to intervene. "We still love you, Bobby. It's just that... this mutant problem, it's—"

Logan, leaning against the wall, gave her a hard look. "What mutant problem?"

"... complicated," she finished lamely, looking away from Logan after a moment. Logan continued to glare at her when her husband chimed in again.

"You lied, Bobby. Xavier lied. To my face! What am I supposed to believe about him now, or this school of his? Or you?" Bobby flinched, but Wade was sure that only he had noticed it—well, maybe Logan and Ken too, super-sense and all. "You show up without a word of warning or explanation, apparently without even clothes of your own to wear! What's that supposed to mean? How many other secrets are there? And what exactly are you professor of, Mr. Howlett?"

Logan raised a brow and crossed his arms over his chest threateningly. "History" he said half sarcastically. Hah! Wade get it. Classic pops.

(If only our mom is also here too see this,)

Personally, I like when he said he was art's professor, the art of slicing and dicing things. Suit him the most.

"Look, you should see what our Bobby-bear can do," Wade said, his tone turning cheeky. "His powers are... pretty cool." He elbowed at Pyro and Ken, who just smirked at him. Finally, the one who appreciated his humor. He'll take a smirk or two.

Bobby, taking the cue, reached out to his mother's teacup and lightly tapped the surface. The liquid instantly froze solid, and Mrs. Drake's eyes widened as she turned the cup upside down, the frozen tea clinking onto the saucer. The family gawked, and the room went silent.

"I can do a lot more than that," Bobby said with quiet pride.

The cat that had been walking back and forth between Logan and Ken for attention now raced to the coffee table and jumped up, licking the frozen treat as though it hadn't eaten anything but dry cat food in ages.

Wade heard heavy breathing coming from the boy that sat on the other side of Bobby's mother. Slightly younger than Bobby, the boy had been brooding with his arms crossed and glaring at the fireplace since the conversation had begun. He now got up and stormed up the stairs like an angry toddler and slammed a door loudly.

"Oh, Ronny..." Mrs. Drake watched him leave, shaking her head. "This is all my fault."

Pyro, unable to resist, spoke up with his trademark grin. "Actually, they found out it's the male side that carries the mutant gene, so..." he pointed to Mr. Drake with a click of his tongue "it's his fault."

Wade chuckled lightly. "Yeah, could confirm! We all inherited more of our dad's... talents than our mom's." Ken just snorted at his remark. Another one, he'll take a snort too!

Jubilee just rolls her eyes at the boys' antics, "Just shut up all of you!"

Before the conversation could spiral even further, Logan clapped Wade on the shoulder. "Alright, that's enough. Wade, Pyro, Jubilee, Ken—come with me. I need your help with something."

Wade raised an eyebrow but followed Logan into the kitchen, Pyro, Jubilee and Ken trailing behind

(Owhh, but I still wanted to see the coming out scene!!!)

Just let them sort it out as a family first, we've been making their family situation bad enough already.

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Logan leaned against the counter, arms crossed, Pyro was still flicking his lighter, and Wade was humming the X-Files theme, completely undeterred by the seriousness of the moment. Ken, who had been unusually quiet since they arrived, looked his brother like he was expecting Wade gonna be gone at any second. Well, one more to that kid trauma list. Sigh, He really is a shitty father.

Logan called on Wade, he then pointed to a device from the car, sitting half-disassembled on the kitchen table. "You're good with tech. Tell me how this thing works."

Wade tilted his head. "Ooh, a secret mutant Bat-Phone? Please tell me it shoots lasers? Oh, this is juicy—gimme a sec." He crouched down, fiddling with the device, but Logan wasn't finished.

"What do you need this for, anyway? Oh, don't tell me! Mini grappling hook? Explosive chimichanga dispenser? Or, wait—" Wade asked, flipping a small metal gadget over in his hand.

"Just make it work normally like a phone, kid," Logan replied gruffly, pacing the kitchen. He was trying to get a hold of Marie, Hank, Jean—anyone on their side. He knew they were safe, but it didn't sit well with him that they hadn't heard from them.

"So," Logan's voice lowered, "Please tell me if I am wrong, but did you blow up the mansion again after we gone? Because I am sure I heard an explosions from the mansion directions that night."

Wade blinked innocently. "Define 'blow up.' Because, technically, I just made a minor alteration to the mansion's HVAC system… which then triggered a chain reaction… that may or may not have caused a tiny explosion in the kitchen and gas's pipes which then blew up the whole mansion."

Logan shot him a look. "You did blow up the mansion."

"Allegedly blew up the mansion, Technically I only blew up the kitchen." Wade corrected, not looking up from his work. "And really, the mansion will be blow up every few months anyway, and I only do it for like three times in three years! You guys should see that as consistency."

Logan grunted, shaking his head. "You and 'consistency' don't belong in the same sentence."

"Hey, I'm very consistently inconsistent. That's something, right?"

"Yeah, right."

Jubilee smirked from across the room. "Hey, at least this time it for a cause. He did save us by blowing up the mansion."

"Allegedly," Wade said cheerfully, "But yeah! Where's my thanks!!!"

Wade fidgeted with the device for a moment longer before it let out a sharp beep. "Boom. Done. You're welcome, by the way," Wade said, standing up and wiping imaginary dust off his hands like he'd just conquered a mountain.

Logan stared at him for a long moment, then took the device. The thing beeped a couple of times before finally connecting, and Logan waited as the signal bounced around. Ken and Jubilee hovered closer, curious. Wade leaned back, clearly pleased with himself.

"Do we get cool codenames on this thing?" Wade asked, looking at Logan with wide, expectant eyes. "I called dibs on Captain Deadpool!"

"Shut up, Wade," Logan muttered as the call finally went through.

"I know, too much right? Let's just roll with Deadpool!"

There was a click, and then Hank's voice came over the line. "Logan? Thank heavens. Where are you?"

"We're at Bobby Drake's house," Logan replied gruffly. "Everyone's fine—well, mostly. Wade, Ken, Jubilee, Pyro, and Bobby are all with me."

"Wade, Ken?" Marie's voice broke in, relief filled her voices. "Are they alright? Wade blown up the mansion again, did he? I heard the explosions."

"Allegedly blew up the mansion, also Ken was alright! So it was a win for me!" Wade grinned and whispered to Ken, "She knows me so well."

"We're safe for now," Hank replied. "I've got Rogue and the kids with me. We're at one of my old friend's safe houses. Lost contact for a bit, but thankfully, no one's been captured."

Logan exhaled slowly. "Good. Any word from Jean or Storm?"

There was a pause before Hank responded, and then Logan heard a familiar voice cutting through the static.

"Logan, it's Storm. Where are you?"

"Good timing, We're at Bobby Drake's house," Logan said, rubbing his forehead. "Do you know where it is? Could you pick us up?"

"Okay, I know where that is, we'll be there in 5 minutes," Jean replied.

"Did you hear anything from Charles and Scott?" Hank asked suddenly.

"No, not a word from any of them," Jean answered, "We still trying to get in contact,"

Wade piped up from his chair, not content to be left out. "Hey! Can someone tell Storm that I miss her terribly, and I can't wait to bask in her glorious goddess presence again?"

Jean chuckled softly on the other end. "I think she heard you, Wade."

Logan ignored him, refocusing on the comm. "We'll be ready when you arrive. Keep in touch."

"Understood," Marie said. "Stay safe, Sugar."