Xmen evolution (boom boom x Male reader)

Chapter 4:Sparing match with Wolverine

-Author POV-

In the Danger Room, the air crackled with raw energy. Yn stripped down to a tank top and ripped jeans, and paced like a caged animal. Across from him stood Wolverine, his claws retracted but a feral glint in his eyes. Professor X watched from the observation deck, a concerned frown creasing his forehead. The training session began with a blur of motion. Yn lunged, fueled by a mix of rage and the lingering sting of yesterday's encounter. He fought with wild abandon, all sharp elbows, flying knees, and brutal punches aimed at Wolverine's head. Wolverine, weathered and battle-tested, moved with a calm efficiency. He parried blows with his forearms, occasionally delivering a well-placed jab that sent yn staggering back.

Sweat beaded on yn's brow as the fight wore on. He fought with a ferocity fueled by his past, each blow a desperate attempt to prove himself. But Wolverine was a force of nature. His years of experience, honed in countless battles, were evident in his every move. Yn landed a few glancing blows, drawing a bead of blood from Wolverine's cheek. The mutant barely flinched, the red a stark contrast to his adamantium skeleton. The fight grew progressively more brutal. Yn, fueled by frustration, resorted to dirty tactics – kicking at Wolverine's shins, and throwing punches below the belt. Wolverine grunted in annoyance, but the blows seemed to have little effect. As the minutes stretched into what felt like hours, Yn's rage began to wane, replaced by a dull ache of exhaustion. His movements grew slower, more predictable. Wolverine capitalized on this, delivering a swift kick to Yn's gut that doubled him over.

Yn gasped, tasting blood in his mouth. He looked up at Wolverine, his vision blurring at the edges. The older mutant stood over him, his breathing steady, his body unmarked.

Wolverine: (Gruff voice)  "You gave it your all, kid. I'll give you that. But rage ain't a strategy. It'll cloud your judgment and get you killed."

He extended a hand to help Yn up. Yn hesitated, then grasped it, allowing Wolverine to pull him to his feet. The Danger Room was deactivated, the metallic walls dissolving back into the mansion's interior. Yn leaned against the wall, chest heaving, his body bruised and battered.

Yn: (Voice hoarse)  "Damn it..."

Wolverine: (Claws retracted, wiping a trickle of blood from his cheek)  "Don't get discouraged, kid. You have potential. But potential ain't enough. You gotta learn to control yourself, to channel your anger into somethin' useful."

He clapped Yn on the shoulder, a gesture surprisingly gentle for the gruff mutant.   Wolverine:  "Come on. Let's get you patched up. Then, maybe we can work on some real fighting techniques, somethin' that won't leave you lookin' like a wolverine cub that got mauled by a grizzly."

A ghost of a smile played on Wolverine's lips. Yn, despite the pain throbbing in his body, couldn't help but return a small smirk. This fight, brutal as it was, had been a turning point. He may have lost, but he'd learned a valuable lesson. Wolverine wasn't just a gruff mentor; he was a challenge, a bar to reach for. And for the first time since coming to the X-Mansion, Yn felt a flicker of hope, a newfound determination to become a better fighter, a better X-Man.

Yn smirks: yeah and I'll get stronger.

Wolverine throws his head back and lets out a hearty laugh, the sound echoing through the Danger Room. It's a surprisingly genuine laugh, devoid of his usual gruffness.

Wolverine: (Wiping a tear from his eye)  "That's the spirit, kid! You got the claws, you got the healing factor, now you just gotta hone that mutant rage into somethin' more than a bar fight brawl."