Stories of Love

Tony X Rogue

"Your terrible." Wanda managed to get out threw her winded cheeks as she laughed.
"What? She just needed a little push is all." I gave her a shrug as a smile played on my lips. "I've known her for, at least, a year now, I know how she is."
We walked out of the elevator and into the living room. I didn't pay attention to who all was still here, but I felt the eyes on us as we walked through, laughing.
"Speaking of a little push-" she cut off, pushing me slightly to the side.
"Wha-" I started, but looking back I saw what she was doing. "Oh come on, not you too."
I tried to escape her hold, but she just tightened her grip. For a petite girl, she sure could hold her own.
"Come on Row Row, I sense something between you."
"Ya, the burning hatred radiating off me every time I see his stupid face."
I crossed my arms as she just rolled her eyes, giving me an exasperated sigh as she continued to push me over.
"Don't make me do it Rouge, because I will, for both your sake's."
Confusion crossed my mind at her vagueness, making me question her with a 'what?' However, that was the worst thing I could have done since right after she roughly picked me up with her levitation, throwing me across the room. Thoroughly knocking me into a firm body as we hit the ground.
I got up, rubbing the side I fell on, looking up with a shocked expression as I heard a door click into place.
That's never a good sign.
I quickly ran over to the door, yanking and banging on it with no luck, it was steel after all.
"Oh great, yep this is exactly how I wanted to spend my day off."
"That make's two of us, cupcake."
I turned to the male, watching as he sat up with a groan, soon walking over to the only chair in the room.
"And it just keeps getting better and better." I let out a frustrated sigh as my hand pushed my black strands into a hair tie, my white streak proud against the darker color.
Taking the moment to look around the room, only spying a cheap metal bed, the chair tin can claimed as his own, and a desk with a lamp beside it.
"What even is this room?"
"An indoor playground. What does it look like cupcake!?!? This is one of the many safe rooms in my tower."
I let out an exhausted sigh as I rubbed my fingers against my temple at his sarcastic remark, already feeling a head ache coming on.
"Well no shit sherlock." giving up on trying to pry the door open to walk over to plop down on the creaky old bed. Laying down on my back as I looked up to the ceiling, my arms creating a nice pillow. "Let me guess, the door can only be opened from the outside?"
"Yep", he leaned the chair back with a resigned sigh of his own crossing his arms over his chest as he looked over to me. "Since we're stuck here until we 'make up' or whatever, as per Wanda, I've always been curious about the school."
That peaked my interest, looking back to meet his brownish grey eyes as I allowed a small smile to place my lips.
"You know you could always just visit, I'm sure one of the teachers could give you a tour."
"Well ya, you got me there" he said with a laugh, "but with all the shit we've been dealing with the past couple years, it's nearly impossible to 'get away' you know?"
At that I froze, knowing all to well the dangers of the past couple years. What happened to the mutants, the circus I grew up in, the brotherhood, what almost nearly killed me. I became lost in bad memories as my hand unconsciously played with the white streak in my hair.
"Hey, you alright?"
"Do you know about the war against mutants?" I spouted out, almost on the break of tears as I remembered all that was lost, all that I've lost, but I held them back. I wouldn't appear weak. Especially in front of him. Though my body said different.
His silence was enough of an answer as any, I mean after all it was one of the governments best kept secrets. They couldn't let their precious rag team of heroes know what they've done.
"Do you know how many were killed for being different, 'abominations' as they put it. All the children that were slaughtered in cold blood by your precious government!?!" At that I started shouting, standing from the bed to look a shocked Tony in the face as a few tears slipped free.
"Everyone I've ever been close to, I hurt. Hell I couldn't even touch anyone before without draining there life force, without taking there mutations for my own." I don't know why I was telling him all this, but here I was, telling him my life story, but once I started I could stop the words from my mouth. "I killed my parents because I gave them a hug! A hug!! just in the last couple years I've been kidnapped, tortured, went to the past, oh and lets not forget the brotherhood wanting to harness my powers for there own selfish reasons nearly killing me!! If not for Logan I wouldn't have walked away with just a white streak in my hair. A constant reminder that I can never get rid of, even when I cut it, I swear it grows back whiter than before. So as soon as the antidote was released to the public, I was one of the first people in line."
I stopped my tangent, breathing hard as I backed away.
Why did I just tell him that!?!?
Backing away from him, to give some distance, I slowly shook my head.

"I-I'm sorry I.....I don't know why I-"
"I'm sorry, Rouge." He recovered from his shock as he stared at my wide eyed, panicked self. "I knew that life for you all has been cruel, but this....."
He stood from his chair, slowly making his way closer to me, and I moved closer as well instinctual. The part of me that I've smothered lit again as I felt the tingle on my hip.
And I allowed it to consume me.
Almost instantly, Tony felt it too as he stopped mid-stride, placing a hand to his hip as well. His wide eyes met my own teary one's as I soon looked away from his probing gaze.
"You don't have to say anything Tony......please just listen". My voice started wavering near the end, but it was all I could do not to just run to him. So, not wanting him to see me, I turned my back on him as I figured it was now or never, and he deserved to know.
"To answer your question, yes, I've known it was you ever since it first appeared, and...I'm sorry."
It's at this point my emotions peaked even though I tried to hide it, tears clouded my vision and the words died in my mouth.
"Explain it to me, please." His cocky attitude was gone as I heard the steps as he came closer. I could hardly turn around before i felt his hand grab my arm and push me to the wall with a thud. My breathe hitched when I recovered from my shock as his face was just mere inches away from my face. It also surprised me at how, gentle he was, that the arm he pinned to the wall didn't feel like he just slammed it into the cool concrete, but that it was just there as an anchor. His grip loose to where, if I wanted to, I could just pull away and forget this ever happened, but it did happen.

Our breathes mingled as we just stood there, watching each others movements till I broke the silence.

"When I was a little girl in the circus, I was thrilled when I saw my mark, and actually knew what it meant. But over the years it became...painful."

I couldn't help it as a haze covered my eyes in a liquid sheen. Barely even noticed when Tony stirred my body to sit beside him on the tight bed. Our legs touching as he looked towards me with an uncharacteristic sorrow as he silently beckoned me to continue.

"I couldn't control my powers and ended up hurting the people I cared about, no matter how hard I tried to control it. Then I found Logan. Someone who could never die by my hands." I veered my head back to him after giving myself a moment of collecting my thoughts. "I knew who you were after I saw you on the TV at the school. And I though that would be enough for me but..." I trailed off, letting him fill in the blank.

Looking to the ground with a solemn look, I expected him to, i don't know, Hit me or something. Get mad at what I did, or should I say didn't do, and say he never wanted to see me again. However, what I didn't expect was for him to wrap me up in a loving hug.....The first person I truly hugged besides (Y/N).

It was painful. And yet I relished in it.

If you told me way back that I would be able to hug someone again without hurting them, I would have thought you where crazy.

Not being able to control the little sob that escaped my lips as silent tears made a stain on his cotton shirt.

" I've waited so long for you cupcake. Really I wouldn't have minded if you had hurt me, I'm use to it, as long as I could hug you like this."

My sobs turned into a whimper as I listened to him talk. Relishing in the warmth that I've deprived myself of so long ago.

"I felt when your mark fully took shape you know", It was a this point I felt him let out a shudder as his tears mingled with mine. Pulling me back to look into his glistening eyes. "For all these years I've waited for the day that you would appear on my door step. To save me from myself. I felt it when you walked in with your friend you know? The tingle of a connection. But I brushed it off, thinking that it was nothing."

He released my caged hand and brought both up to cup my cheeks. slowly moving his face closer to mine, giving me a chance to move away if I wanted to.

But I didn't.

Instead my face migrated towards his as my eyelids slowly shut.

"I was wrong" he said in a whisper as his lips pressed into mine in need, no, want.