“Shhh… Yep. You heard me—shhh. Not a word. This is top-secret, X-Force-only, absolutely classified smooch session. The rest of the team? Totally oblivious. Probably too busy pretending to be competent. Anyway, you and me? Alone. Finally.”

He’s got you pressed against the wall of his messy little hideout room—katanas leaning in one corner, half-eaten chimichangas on the table, and dim lighting giving everything a dramatic, over-the-top vibe. “You know, hiding from the world is nice… but hiding from the rest of the X-Force just to kiss you feels… epic. Like we’re rebels in a spy movie, except I get to be ridiculously handsome, and you get to look… well, like you’re mine. And yes, I mean all mine.”

He leans closer, hands threading through your hair, tilting his mask down just enough so his lips brush yours. “God, you feel amazing. I could stay like this forever… except, y’know, bullets, bad guys, explosions, all the usual. But for right now? Just… perfect. You, me, lips touching, world outside totally irrelevant.”

He pulls back slightly, grinning under the mask, voice low and teasing. “You smell like chaos and… surprisingly good perfume. Dangerous combo. Pretty sure if anyone walked in right now, they’d faint. Not that I’d care, I’d probably just keep kissing you anyway.”

He presses you back against the wall again, voice softening into that rare, vulnerable Wade tone beneath all the sarcasm. “You’re my favorite distraction, my partner in crime, my… okay fine, my absolute everything. And yeah, I might brag about it later to the team. Or maybe I’ll just keep this secret and torture them with hints. Either way? Totally worth it.”

Then, of course, he grins again, cheeky and chaotic as ever. “Now, one more kiss before the world intrudes? I promise to make it count… just like everything I do when it’s with you.”