The Confession (Logan Howlett/Wolverine)
The plan had broken into shambles. It was never a very solid plan, but you didn’t expect a small bomb to blow the whole thing apart. Your cheek had a gash in it and your knee had been twisted in an unnatural way causing your movements to slow considerably. Moments like these made you realize how much of an advantage your mutant powers were. Any time a soldier with a gun tried to shoot you, you used your power of atomic movement to change the bullet’s course just enough to miss you. Your responses to the danger were getting sluggish though, and you could feel the bullets as they passed millimeters from your skin. Somewhere farther in the crowd of enemies your partner Logan was cutting down men to get to you.
This was supposed to be a reconnaissance mission. You had been promised there would be no fighting. Honestly you hated fighting, which made your place on the X-Men a little weird, but you made it work. Your concentration was broken by a loud yell that came from the other side of the room. The cry was laced with pain. You gathered your waning energy and pushed outwards. The soldiers in the room flew backwards and slammed against the far wall. A door opened and reinforcements attempted to push into the room. Instead, the door slammed shut with such force that the frame cracked. Using the small window you had, you run to Logan’s side. All of your conviction is pushed out of your body when you catch sight of Logan’s injury. It looked like one of his legs was about to fall completely off.
Normally you could stand guard over him while his advanced healing took care of the injury, but it looked like this injury would take a while. You forced yourself to look away from the injury and wrap your arms around Logan’s shoulders. You must have jostled him, because he stiffens beneath your grip. You didn’t have time to explain your plan so you closed your eyes and ignored Logan’s questions. You forced all of the chaos around you out of your head. You focused all of your energy on moving every single atom that separated you and the basement two floors below you. When you opened your eyes again, you were sitting on the dirty stone floor with Logan beside you. Already his blood was staining the stone red.
“Where did you move us?” Logan asked between his teeth.
“The basement. I don’t have a lot of energy left so I couldn’t move us very far.”
“The backup is nearby?” You nodded
Just looking at your partner’s injury made you want to puke and you wished you could help, but the best thing for it was to not mess with it. You could already see the tissues knitting themselves back together.
“You look like you’re watching a dead body.”
You looked at Logan with a raised eyebrow. “If you were anyone else you would be dead body. The only reason this happened,” you said gesturing to the leg. “Is because you got stuck protecting the one member of the X-Men that’s almost useless.” Immediately you regretted your words. It sounded like what person seeking pity would say, and that was the last impression you wanted Logan to have.
“Forget I said that.” Moving quickly you positioned yourself behind Logan so that you could support his weight. That way he wasn’t struggling to hold himself up with his arms and keep himself as still as possible. He hesitantly put more and more body weight on top of you until you were completely supporting him.
“You tell me who told you you were useless and I’ll have a serious talk with them.”
You let out a sigh. “No one has said anything to me you don’t have to fight anyone, Logan.” There was a forced break in the conversation as footsteps pounded against the floor above you. Even after several minutes of silence had passed you didn’t resume the conversation, however, Logan had different plans.
“You’re not useless.” He said gruffly. You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see you.
“I never said I was useless. I said I was almost useless. There’s a difference.” Logan had no answer to your snappish reply and silence returned to the basement. Without warning one of his hands reached backwards and grabbed one of your own. His grip was strong, but it was a comforting sort of strength.
“Y/N I need to tell you something.”
The sound of heavy boots came from the stairs leading down to the basement. “Do you think you could tell me later?” You tried to untangle your hand from his, but he only strengthens his grip.
“No it can’t wait.” He climbed to his feet and dragged you up with him, showing off his almost healed leg. There was still a large gash where the gaping wound once was, but there was no sign of the bone beneath the muscle tissue. “Y/N I love you.” Before your eyes can widen his lips are pressed against yours in a desperate show of affection. Your heart stopped, but the sound of the Trask soldier’s footsteps forced you into action. You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and pulled yourself as close to him as possible. You wanted time to stop so that the soldiers would never get to you, and you could stay this close to Logan forever.
“Wow! Making out behind enemy lines. There has to be an award for that or something.” At the sound of the familiar voice, you pushed away from Logan and whipped around to face who was in the room. Bobby Drake stood at the front of the group of backup with an annoying smirk on his face.
“Shut it Iceman. We were almost killed because you didn’t get here quick enough.” Logan snaps without appearing to be fazed by the interruption.
“You guys seemed to be doing fine.” Bobby didn’t seem too bothered by the death glare he was receiving from both of you. Instead, he shrugs his shoulders. “We took care of the rest of Trask’s soldiers and the getaway vehicles are out front.” You and Logan join the group and leave the bodies of the unconscious soldiers behind as you escape the building that had seemed so dangerous moments before.
Everyone filed into various models of unmarked cars and quickly drove away from building before a similar group of reinforcements could arrive for the enemies. Your car passed the city limits before Logan grabbed your hand and held it tightly. It was a silent signal that the moment in the basement wasn’t just an act of desperation, but an act of true feelings.
