The Wolverine and The Phoenix

The Apartment

Phoebe is in her one-bedroom apartment when she hears a pounding on her door, followed a loud gruff voice. 'What the fuck is that?' she mutters.

When he gets no answer, Logan tries to open the door, quickly realising it's locked. He steps back in annoyance and proceeds to ram his shoulder into the door, grumbling as he attempts to break it down.

Phoebe mumbles under her breath as she see's someone is trying to break in. 'Shit'. She quickly scans her living room for something to defend herself. The nearest object is a table lamp, which she quickly grabs and holds it up, ready to strike the attacker.

With another hard slam of him shoulder, the door falls from it's hinges. He he stands with Cyclops, Storm and Jean Grey behind him, looking down at the reminisce of the door before he looks up, seeing Phoebe stand, lamp in hand, ready to attack.

"Well, this is a nice way to make an entrance." he mutters, stepping into the apartment.

Phoebe's eyes scan him and the three other strangers at her door. Her fight or flight is kicked in and she's ready to defend herself against unknown attackers.

"Who the hell are you" she yells, holding the base of the lamp readily. Cyclops is about to speak, but Logan holds up a hand, silencing him and he retreats back, annoyed.

"You don't need to know who I am." Logan answers, stepping over the broken door, and glancing around. It's expected that a young mutant will put up a fight, but he's surprised that she's as small as she is.

"You gonna hit me with the lamp?" he questions, not intimidated by the idea.

His unbothered, gruff tone takes Phoebe by surprise. 'very cocky for someone who's just broken into my home' she thinks, but without wasting a breath she lunges at him with the lamp, aiming for his head. He sees this coming a mile away and without flinching he catches the other end of the lamp in a strong grip before it can make contact with him.

"Well, that was cute." He smirks. Phoebe freezes for a minute as they both keep hold of the lamp. She glares into his piercing blue eyes as he holds her stare.

"what the hell do you want?" she spits at him, not daring to break the eye-contact, should he decide to attack her.

Logan leans in, used to this kind of reaction. His face stops inches away from hers and he speaks in a rough, authoritarian tone. "You."

The look in his eyes is dangerous and Phoebe knows all too well that this man means business. She glances from him to the people still standing in the doorway, before meeting his stare and reluctantly letting go of the lamp. She maintains her tough exterior despite being outnumbered.

"You're going to have to elaborate"

A hint of satisfaction falls over him as she lets go of the lamp, leaving it in his hand, but he doesn't show it. He keeps his voice even and calm as he holds her gaze with the same intensity.

"We've come here to, well.. to talk." he explains. Phoebe looks from him to the broken-down door of her apartment.

"That wasn't the entrance of someone who's popped 'round to chat" she says, skeptical of him and his entourage.

A snort of amusement escapes his lips at her witty remark, his gaze still glued to her face. "You've got quite a mouth on you, doll."

She doesn't take kindly to the pet name he's bestowed upon her and she's not one to take shit from anyone regardless of if they're more than twice her size, which he certainly is. She stares him down, or rather up, as she steps closer to him.