“Logan!” you smacked his arm before he could open the car door.
“We’re all in the same boat and she’s going through it as fresh it can be, could you please make an effort to not make it as hard for her as it already is?” Your pleading eyes pierced through him and his mouth fell agape momentarily before he huffed and opened the door, eyeing you slightly.
“Fine.” shutting the door, he slightly limped to the girl who was aggressively attacking the plastic horse.
“Hey hey, easy.” he grasped her forearm before her blades could tear through it, “pulling out of his pocket, he showed her a coin and watched her as he plopped it into the machine.
Laura gave him a sharp eye as it started moving and he walked towards the petrol station.
A small sigh escaped your lips as you watched them, wondering what mess was following her and how dangerous it was. She was a child and she didn’t deserve any of this, just like the both of you didn’t. You swore you would help her, both of them, find the best life you could offer them. That was your new goal as of now.
Imagine…Steve picking you up for your first date and meeting your father, Logan.
Gif Credit: I found these on google image search because I’m old school, and I have no idea who owns these. I only know that they’re not mine.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 2,658
Warnings: Language, Minor talk of sex, Logan doesn’t get boundaries, Logan is the super dad
A/N: I have always wanted an onscreen Avengers/X-Men crossover. If I can’t have that, I’ll just write one. I don’t care.
Of all the days your father chose to stay home, he chose this day. While you weren’t sure of what Steve had planned for your first real date, but you were sure that he wasn’t planning on meeting your father. Introducing the man you’d been swooning over since before you can even remember to your…”rough around the edges” dad wasn’t a part of your idea of the perfect date. Hell, you weren’t even sure of how to bring up the whole, “my dad is the Wolverine” conversation in the first place, and you certainly didn’t know how to tell your dad that you were going on a date with the famed “pretty boy patriot” (your dad really loved those nicknames). He was always a quiet man, barely a sound emitting from him while he was in the comfort of his own home. After leaving the school and Professor Xavier behind him, he found solace in the simple things in life. He liked drinking, smoking cigars, collecting guns, and cooking. Boy, was he a good cook, too. You were sure that his talent was linked to the time he had on this Earth already, but it didn’t matter much because he could cook circles around you. There were often times when you’d hear him in the kitchen, humming quietly to himself, thinking that no one could hear him. You could.
You always could.
There were times when you’d run home from school, crying because the children made fun of you for being different. You’d hide away in your room, trying to muffle your sobs in the pillows of your bed, thinking-hoping-that no one could hear you. He did. He always did. Without fail, he’d knock on the door and wait for your beckon of approval for him to enter. With the grace of a dancer, he’d open the door just enough to allow his body to slip inside your room before closing the door behind him. Then, he’d sit on the edge of the bed and rub your back as you continued to bury your face in the pillow, not wanting anyone to see you cry. He did, though. He wouldn’t rub your back for long, though, because he always scooped you up into his arms, cradling your body-no matter how big-as you rested your head on his chest. Home was always in his strong arms, and they always encased your body, protecting you from all the dangers of the outside world. He never had many words to say, only reminding you that you were strong, his little warrior.
He was a quiet man, but on this day, he was too quiet. The house itself was nearly silent aside from his heavy boots padding along the hardwood floor downstairs. Often times, you’d hear him leave through the backdoor, and you’d glance out the window to see him making his way to the barn. He liked to tend the animals in order to ease any tension he was feeling, and he had been going back and forth to the barn all day while you prepared for your date with the handsome young man you met through a mutual friend, Clint. You waited upstairs, still trying to decide on whether or not to leave your hair up or down. However, none of it seemed to matter when you heard the doorbell ring and heavy footsteps on their way to answer it. You knew that he knew what was going on, which was a problem. It would’ve been so much easier on everyone if for once he was completely oblivious. You didn’t even tell him, but you were sure that Clint had informed your father of the date, knowing that you wouldn’t. Clint was the older brother you never had, so both men only wanted what was best for you.
You chewed on your bottom lip as you listened to the door swing open, debating on whether or not to intervene before your father could harass the polite young man who never failed to treat you like a lady. There was an almost audible growl coming from downstairs, “who the fuck are you?” the gruff voice of the man who raised you rang out. The harshness in his voice made you wince, and you wanted to run down the stairs to stop him from this regular occurrence. His harshness with any unsuspecting man who was taking you on a date would often chase them away. The boys when you were younger never talked to you again after meeting your dad, afraid of breaking your heart, which would lead to them suffering broken bones.
“My name is Steve” your date introduced himself, and you could practically hear that charming smile spread across his lips, “Steve Rogers” he added, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter around. You felt so weightless in a world that held you down for years. You had always been trapped, but Steve had this way about him that freed you. Wanting to see him-and not thinking of the consequences of your actions-you focused your energies and faded into the shadows, becoming completely invisible. Like a ghost, you glided down the stairs into the foyer that opened up into the living room. At the bottom, you saw the young super soldier in a nice suit and tie holding a small bouquet of roses. The choice of a suit wasn’t a way of showing off, but he wanted to look nice for the occasion. No matter what he wore, he would still be that handsome dork you met at the cafe, the one who couldn’t stop himself from smiling whenever your eyes met.
Your father changed his stance, crossing his arms over his chest, “yeah, I could pick out your pretty boy face in a crowded room. Everyone knows that face” he growled out one of his main concerns about today. Even though he wouldn’t tell you, you knew that he was nervous that you would be going out into the public with someone so recognizable. The only person who could be higher profile would’ve been Tony Stark. Your dad was just concerned for your safety, but it didn’t stop the clear shock in Steve’s eyes as he laid into the young man with flowers at the door, ”the question I should’ve asked is: why the fuck are you standing on my porch with roses? Are those for me? If not, and they’re for my daughter, I can guarantee that you’ll be picking thorns out of your ass for weeks”
Without flinching, Steve replied with a level of grace that didn’t surprise you one bit, “they actually are for your daughter, sir. I’m here to pick her up for our date, and I wanted to buy her flowers. I know that roses are her favorite flowers, and this shade of purple is her favorite color” he smiled, gesturing to the oddly but beautifully colored flowers.
Your father clenched his jaw for a moment, eyeing the young man up and down, still not impressed. It was also clear that he was stunned by Steve’s ability to let the aggression slide off his back, “well, come in and take a seat” he mumbled, stepping to the side to let the dapper gentleman into the house. As he closed the door and turned to lead Steve into the living room, his stern eyes caught yours. Somehow, he was just able to sense your presence even when you were invisible to everyone else. Even though he saw you and acknowledged your presence with a slight shake of his head, he acted as if he didn’t notice. Instead, he turned his gaze to the top of the stairs and called your name. Steve followed on his heels into the living room and sat with perfect posture on the sofa as your father sat adjacent to him on his usual chair. You had every intention of making your presence known, but that curious piece of you took hold, and you stayed hidden as you watched the two men interact with one another, “where are you planning on taking her?” your dad asked as he cleared his throat
Steve’s blue eyes stopped scanning the room that was decorated with pictures of you in some way, shape, or form. There were school pictures from your earlier years, pictures you had taken with your friends, or pictures of you with the most important man in your life-your dad. Each hung on the wall as a memory he kept with him because the only thing in the world that mattered to him was your happiness. In every photo on the wall, it was another moment you were happy, and it stood as a reminder for why he woke up every morning. It was apparent to Steve even if your dad didn’t want to believe it. As the question was asked, Steve’s eyes connected with the judgement filled eyes of your dad, “with all due respect, sir, I was hoping to keep it a surprise for her. I have quite the evening planned out, and it would be a shame for the surprise to be spoiled”
“Are you a virgin?”
Your father’s question left you taken aback, but you had no idea how Steve must’ve felt. You watched in horror as your dates cheeks turned a deep shade of red, “I’m sorry, sir?” he murmured, unsure of how to react in that situation. You were sure it wasn’t a question he was faced with often, but here he was, staring down the barrel of a metaphorical gun with your father on the other side. Great.
“You heard me, supersoldier! Are you a virgin? Have you had sex?” your dad asked, becoming impatient. Beating around the bush when it came to a simple “yes” or “no” question was one of his pet peeves. Even though you knew he wasn’t truly impatient with Steve’s shy nature, he was having one hell of a time watching the young man squirm.
“I haven’t been...in a relationship”
“That wasn’t my question” your dad stated, “I haven’t been in many relationships, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t indulged. Are you a virgin?” he asked again, stressing every word of the question.
Steve cleared his throat, “yes, sir” he answered, his eyes flickering away in embarrassment.
“Good. Now, you better keep it that way” your dad growled, “I expect her home by ten o’clock at the latest. Having her home earlier than that will earn you some brownie points. If she’s not home at exactly ten o’clock or earlier, I’ll be in that truck in the driveway, and I’ll be on my way to you. Trust me, you don’t want that. These claws aren’t for show, young man” he said, allowing the razor sharp adamantium claws to extend from between the knuckles on his right hand. Steve was visibly shaken, but you weren’t sure what pushed him over the edge. Was it your father’s grilling? Was it the claws? Were the threats too much? You weren’t sure what it was, but the intimidation was working the way your dad planned, “I expect you to walk her to the door, but if I see that you try to kiss her-and I will see everything-I’ll fucking kill you. That’s my baby girl, my only concern in this world. I love her more than anything or anyone else. If you so much as look at her the wrong way, I’ll rain down an unholy hell fire on you”
“You have my word that I’ll treat your daughter with nothing but respect, sir” Steve replied with unparalleled grace, not letting the threats slow down his charm. Then, there was silence. One would be able to hear a pin drop upstairs. Steve stared once again at the pictures on the wall and sitting on top of the fireplace. He smiled, trying to lighten the mood in the living room, “so, what was (Y/N) like when she was younger?” he asked, desperately trying to strike up a conversation.
“I don’t like you” your dad growled.
Steve sighed, “yeah, I was starting to pick up on that”
With yet another tense moment of silence falling between them, you decided it was better for both of them if you made your entrance as soon as possible. You understood that your dad needed to have that “dad talk” with your date, and you also understood Steve’s old school nature when it came to meeting with his date’s father before the first date. Still, leaving them alone for too long would only mean trouble. You tortured Steve enough for one day, and you knew that you owed him a kiss after him putting up with your dad. Even though your father promised to be watching, you would have your private moments with your supersoldier. Without a sound, you rushed up the stairs, stepping out from the shadows. You checked your hair, outfit, and makeup one last time before hurrying back down the stairs, “hi, sorry I took so long. I was just finishing my hair” you apologized, standing in the entryway of the living room.
Steve stood up as soon as you announced your presence, and your dad followed suit. Steve was the first one to speak, though, after recovering from his speechlessness, “there’s no need to apologize; it gave me the chance to meet your father. You look so...beautiful” he smiled, walking over to you with the bouquet of roses still in his large hands. He held them out to you, and you accepted them graciously.
Your cheeks became warm, and you bit your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to try to force back the smile and blush, “thank you for the compliment and the roses. They’re lovely, and you look rather handsome yourself” you blushed even harder as you complimented him. His cheeks also took on a deep red color to prepare for when he averted his eyes with that signature bashful nature. You smirked as you turned your attention over to your dad. He looked rather amused by Steve’s bashfulness as well.
You were antsy to leave, wanting to start the date that you were sure would kick off something very special. Steve was a gentleman-traditional and respectful. You had no doubt that this would blossom into something beautiful. Anxious to start along this journey, you placed the flowers on the coffee table and embraced your dad as Steve walked out into the foyer. Your dad held onto you tightly, realizing the journey you were about to embark on but not wanting you to leave. He would support you, but you had no doubt that it would tear him apart to watch his baby grow up, “he seems like a good kid. Be safe and make good choices. If he hurts you, rip his heart out, baby girl” he whispered, his voice muffled by your hair. He pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head before letting you go.
“I wouldn’t be your daughter if I didn’t” you smiled
He walked you to the front door where your date was waiting patiently for you. Though he wouldn’t tell you, your father tensed up because he just knew that in less than 2 years, he’d be walking you to Steve again, your arm looped gingerly through his, and he would cry. Steve looked at you the same way he would on that day, like you were the only woman in the world. As your father passed you off to Steve for the first-but not the last-time, Steve smiled, “thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Howlett”
“Thanks for showing your face, kid” your dad replied, truly grateful for Steve’s willingness to step into the lion's den. He shot one more look at you, “I’ll be right here when you come home”
And even though he didn’t say it, you knew what he was saying in the silence.
It was you who found and raised Laura, then helped her track Logan, and after many doubts and arguments, as time went by, the three of you actually became a family.
Imagine Logan checking you out when he first met you:
“Our school is for mutant children. We do everything to make their lifes as easy as possible and of course teach them” Professor suddenly realizes that Logan doesn’t listen to him because he is busy watching you and changes topic “ It is Y/N. She is one of our teachers and my best student” Logan chokes on his beer and pretends not interested, but when you smile to him he involuntarily smiles in answer
I Didn’t Want You To Find Out Like This - Old!Logan
Okay, so I’m writing this Logan [Wolverine] imagine on this blog – even though this is a TWD theme, I was moved by Logan and felt that I needed to write, write, write, old man Logan. So, enjoy! – kind of changing the events up as I don’t want to copy everything from the movie and seen it once so far.
* Logan and reader have known each other for over a decade. Reader gets thrown into the mess with both Laura and Logan, revealing something to him she has kept a secret. *
PS: S P O I L E R S - S P O I L E R S !!!
A familiar body walked into the hotel lobby in where you worked your dull job that didn’t pay you enough. You looked up from your book as an even more familiar voice spoke your name and dinged the small bell on the desk. “Y/N, it’s been a long time.” you knew who’s voice it was but you were shocked because you haven’t heard it in 10 years. The man who spoke to you pulled down a pair of shades and looked into your eyes. “Logan?” you stuttered out as utter shock caused your brain to pause for a moment. He chuckled slightly and asked you to step out from behind the desk where you were working. “You haven’t changed.” he examined your body, you were a mutant like he was but never revealed to anyone exactly what it was. It caused you to age at a slower pace than an average human would but you also had another mutation that you hid from the world, including Logan “I need to ask you for a favor.” this offended you, the man hasn’t seen you in 10 years and automatically asks you for a favor. You wound your arm back and gave Logan a firm slap to the right side of his face, he took it like it was a small pinch and rubbed the welt slightly. “You’re upset by that, I understand.” you huffed and puffed with anger as you could feel the blood rushing to your face as you wanted to continue to pummel his face but you let yourself cool down as you noticed his appearance.
Logan looked much older, scarred, and tired. He paced around for a moment while he let you cool off and you noticed that he was walking with a limp, this made your heart drop because you knew there was something wrong with him. You sighed loudly, “What is it?” he grabbed your arm and pulled you out from the lobby and outside into the pouring rain. Logan explained that Charles was still alive and he was hiding him from the world as well as those who wanted to get to him. “I need your help. You’re one of the only mutants alive that I know.” he looked deep into your eyes as seriousness oozed from his expression. “Okay..” you reluctantly agreed but you knew he needed your help.
Several months later …
Standing in the kitchen of a cramped building in the middle of the Mexico desert, you scrubbed roughly at dishes that had been stacking up for quite sometime. You were taking your frustration out on the white ceramic plates as your annoyance was because Charles was running low on medication, which was a problem for everyone in the world. Not only the pressures of caring for Charles but Logan was just a distant from you as he was when you met over a decade ago. He was getting more sick and worn out as the months gone by, something was wrong with him but anytime you mentioned it to him he would push you off of it in a crude way. The door swung open causing a large clang pushed you over the edge and when you flipped around to see what caused the loud banging, “Caliban!” but it was Logan who was clearly in the middle of freaking out. “Where’s Caliban? And who the hell is that?!” you pointed the soapy sponge at a small girl that was now sitting at the kitchen table. Charles had accompanied them into the kitchen as he was smiling ear to ear, “Y/N! Y/N! This is the Laura I was talking about.” he stared at her in awe, explaining to you and Logan that they were communicating. This caused Logan to give Charles his medicine quickly but Charles insisted that this Laura was a mutant; this only irritated Logan further. “What’s her gift Charles? Eating? Pipe throwing?” Laura had been stuffing her face since she sat down in the chair, your eyes widened. “Pipe throwing? What?!” you were starting to freak out at the amount of events that were happening in the small amount of time.
Trucks were rolling in over the horizon and Logan cursed under his breath as he ran outside. “Logan!” you yelled out as you ran for Charles but Laura placed a firm hand on your arm and squeezed with a protective grip. 2 men stormed into the building and pointed guns at Charles and yourself, Laura’s power as a mutant proved as adamantium claws protruded from her fists; she lunged at the two men, slicing one of their heads off and fatally stabbing the other’s. “Holy shit..” your jaw dropped open in utter surprise. “I told you.” Charles looked up, happily proving he was correct. You followed after Laura quickly as she threw the head of one of the soldiers towards the crowd that was surrounding Logan, she then showed her claws and proceeded to attack the soldiers like an animal. “God, she almost reminds me of …” Logan grabbed a hold of you and shoved you as well as Charles into the back of the limousine. He floored it through a fence which you gasped loudly, “Oh no! I liked this thing.” Logan gave you an annoyed look as you all sped away in safety. “What about Caliban?” you looked out the shot up back window, worrying about Caliban.
As the four of you stopped at a convince store, you all watched a video on Gabriela’s phone, the woman who took care of Laura. It explained that Laura was made in a lab and was treated as an object, this made you have memories of your childhood but you snapped out of it when Charles dawned a huge reveal to Logan. “She’s your daughter Logan..” you reached out your hand to comfort him but he just swatted it away and took Charles into the bathroom so he could pee.
After surviving Charles’ freak out in the hotel in Oklahoma City where the Reavers and Dennis nearly captured Laura and killed Charles, you were on the road heading towards Eden. Eden was the sanctuary that Gabriela asked Logan to take Laura to, so that she would be safe. The four of you aided in helping a family get their horses back into the trailer that was ran off the road by the self driving semis, which ran the four of you off as well. The invited you into their home and insisted that you all stayed for dinner and the night. “I would say you were a good pupil but the words would choke me.” Charles joked as he and Logan were describing the school for gifted youngsters in an incognito way. “Yeah I’ll second that.” you smiled over to Logan who was laughing along with the rest of you sitting at the table. After dinner Logan took Charles up to bed and went out to aid Will Munson with some troublesome men that caused the family problems. You knocked slightly on Charles’ door, he was speaking to someone and opened it slowly to only see a shadowy figure standing by his bed, “Charles!” you yelled out as the shadow figure stepped into the low light of the lamp next to the bed, stabbing Charles through his chest. “Noooooooo!” you screamed out, tears streaming down your face. The figure was a mutant that bared a similarity to Logan but was nothing but an emotionless weapon. You jumped on top of him, utilizing your mutation to absorb anything you willingly latch yourself onto, sucking onto them like a leech; using some of their power to your ability. You absorbed the weapon’s strength, knocking him into the walls, wrestling him to the ground. The weapon threw you roughly onto the floor, knocking the wind from your lungs for a moment. The weapon grabbed a hold of Laura while slaughtering the Munson’s in it’s path.
You scampered to your feet, charging after the weapon. Still wielding the strength of the weapon you wrestled him down to the ground outside of the house as Logan ran to get Charles. The weapon was taking Laura closer to a van where his creator was at, waiting but an explosion was set off, seemingly killing whoever was near it. Laura freed herself and the two of you started beating down the weapon as Logan who watched Charles die starts charging towards the weapon, his claws at ready. The two of them wrestled, Logan who was weaker than the weapon was holding his own well. “Laura!” you yelled over to her. “Hang on, please.” you grabbed a hold of Laura’s hands and claws, absorbing the adamantium from her body. It coated over your body like a glove, encasing you in the impenetrable metal. The weapon overpowered Logan, sinking it’s claws into his chest as he yelled in agony. You ran and landed a punch into the side of the weapon’s face, sending it flying into a tree. “Y/N?” Logan coughed out as the wound took a toll on his body. He always wondered what your mutation was and was amazed as you were coated in the silvery metal that he shared. The weapon charged again and you blocked his attacks as his claws slid off of your adamantium coating. You kicked him with another swift blow just as you went to attack again, a truck rammed into the weapon and impaled it onto a piece of sharp farming equipment. Out stepped Will who started shooting the weapon with his shotgun until it was empty, then turning to both Logan and yourself, shotgun at ready. You raised your hands in defense as none of you wanted this to happen. But Will fell over, laying dead on the ground as he succumbed to his wounds from the weapon.
You turned to Logan as you were still coated in the adamantium shell, his face with in awe because of what you did to fight for him. “Logan I wanted to tell you before..” you trailed off, looking at his wounds that concerned you because he wasn’t healing. You ran to him and held onto him tightly. You pressed your hand to his chest and attempted to absorb his wound, it was apart of your power. You could absorb wounds but it could backfire if you absorbed too much and would suffer the wounds yourself. He pushed your hand away from him, there was so much sadness in his face. “I know about Charles..But Logan, you have to let me help you.” you raised your hand again but he only pushed it away once more. “Let’s go..” you supported Logan, your absorbed adamantium shell faded as the two of you gathered Charles’ body to give him a proper burial.
