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Y/N sat in the dimly lit briefing room, her eyes skimming over the intel laid out before her. She had seen worse, much worse, but this mission had the stench of high stakes written all over it. Her fingers tapped an impatient rhythm on the tabletop, waiting for her partner to arrive. Logan, known as Wolverine to most, walked in, his heavy boots echoing through the room. He was a man of few words, but his reputation as a formidable X-Men agent was unmatched. His presence was a comfort, a reminder of their shared history of battles won and lost.
Their eyes met, and a silent understanding passed between them. They had worked together before, their bond forged in the fires of countless missions. The air had unspoken tension that had been simmering for weeks.
It wasn't just the mission that had their hearts racing. Logan leaned over the map, his muscular frame taut with the anticipation of what was to come.
His scent, a mix of sweat, leather, and something uniquely him, filled the space. Y/N felt a familiar heat rise in her chest, but she pushed it down, focusing on the task at hand.
Their mission was to infiltrate an enemy compound and extract vital information regarding a potential global threat. It was high-risk, and they were the best team for the job. They had to rely on each other implicitly, and the stakes were higher than ever.
As they strategized, Y/N noticed the way Logan's eyes lingered on her, the way his voice grew softer when they were alone. The flirtation was subtle, but it was there, a dance they had been performing for too long without acknowledging the music.
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