White Noise /// Wolverine

III /// To Make The Wound Go Away

 When you wake, you're in a familiar looking jet. Strapped into a seat beside Logan. Everyone's staring at you.

"Oh god, was I snoring?"

"Y/n, what did Jean say to you?"

You look at the Professor. Your heartrate picking up. You didn't want to tell him.

"Nothing, she knocked Logan and I out when we tried to get her to calm down."

"I know you're lying Y/n," The professor says, and Logan eyes you. You feel incredibly uncomfortable, and like clockwork become defensive.

"Oh and what, next you're gonna threaten to tear it out of me? Like you used to?"

Everyone freezes and another memory resurfaces, causing a shooting pain to jab at your skull, like a bullet had exited its chamber right into your head.

You're sitting at a desk across from Xavier, scared to tell him what had happened. When all of a sudden an unsolicited feeling washes over you.

You push the memory away. Keeping your mouth shut. Xavier nods at your words.

"I see you remember."

"I didn't ask for this." You grit. Arms crossed. "I didn't ask to be a mutant. I didn't ask to lose my memories. and I definitely didn't ask to hurt anybody. I don't know what I did to make Jean want to kill me but let me live and suffer. But I didn't mean to do it."

You close your eyes, leaning your head against the side of the jet with a thud.

"I didn't ask for any of it."

No one offers you solace as you land. No one offers you a hand out of the plane. You just silently follow. Hardly paying attention to the conversation between Xavier and a man that looks familiar, and barely paying attention to the people guarding the house the Jean was inside.

Logan looks over at you, your shoulders slumped and eyes glossing over every item on the block. He can feel the energy you previously had leaving you.

"Y/n." He says,his blue eyes beckoning you, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. "None of us asked for any of this. But we're glad to have you."

Your heart flutters a little bit, and you give him the best smile you can muster. He gives you a little snaggletoothed grin, and continues eyeing the house. The gate shuts and people come rushing out of their homes. Logan takes a step forward. But Storm holds his arm. Shaking her head.

"The professor said he'd handle this." The stormy eyed woman says, peering at the house in concern. You really do want to rush in there. Glass shatters and your body moves without thinking, you rush towards the front door, with the other two following after you. Rushing into battle.

Your body begins to feel more rigid as someone with an incredibly on point pony tail throws a punch at you.

"Woah, who's your stylist? That ponytail is on point." You praise, grabbing the punch she tried to throw your way. A metallic clang resonates through you and when she pulls her hand away you can see that at the very least her fingers are definitely broken.

She looks at you wildly then teleports away as you rush into the house, seeing the professor trying to reason with Jean. Then turning towards the sound of the property's value going way way down.

A man with a strange helmet is throwing Logan around and Storm getting her ass handed to her in the living room. You turn towards the kitchen, eyeing a man dressed in red. Water was flowing upwards out of the house and he paused to look at you despite the debris flying everywhere.

You watch as furniture begins to unravel. While your friends continue to be put through furniture and walls, you watch on, unsure of what to do.

Y/n

Xaviers sorry voice floods through you.

Y/n, help them. I am sorry I could not help you more.

"Professor!" You yell. Looking between the carnage in the house and the man who you hardly remembered, but once in your lifetime, knew. He begins to float, alongside the rest of the house, and everyone else but you.

I will help you remember what I can now, please save Jean.

Your head aches with a shooting pain. Your heart pounding as you crumble to the ground trying to get it to go away. To make the wound go away.

Save her and please, with these memories...

"Don't let it control you." Xavier says into the chaos, and you keep your hands over your ears, the world too loud with the throbbing in your skull. You can hardly move as someone picks you up again.

That's when the memories start playing.