Avengers: Reader Inserts

Cold ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

Logan first sensed a change in you a few weeks after he arrived at the mansion. He noticed that you were quieter, moving slower, and being excused from training and other meetings. Logan brushed it off at first, but then it happened repeatedly. There was never a specific time or reason that Logan could pinpoint what was going on with you, and no one would explain it.

"Logan," Storm sighed, exasperated. "It's not my story to tell."

"None of you seem worried," Logan continued, voice tipping on anger. "Something is going on. She's sick or something."

"Why don't you ask Y/N if you're so concerned?"

Logan knew it was ridiculous not to go to you about his concerns, but he was still getting to know you. He felt like the two of you had barely become friends, and he didn't want to ruin it. He actually enjoyed being your friend. You didn't pressure him to do anything he didn't want to, including talk. It was an easy friendship that he wasn't used to happening.

Logan could sense the change before you had even told him you weren't up for your usual walk around the gardens. He tried to change the activity to something else, but you still excused yourself to your bedroom.

"I'm sorry, Logan," you told him with a tight smile. "Maybe another day." Then you slipped into your room.

Logan was completely stumped and slightly hurt by your actions. What was going on, and why wouldn't you tell him?

~~~

You were young when you were first diagnosed. It was after your water mutation first appeared. They more you used it, the worse your joints got. The many doctors you visited each diagnosed you with a different type of arthritis. So you didn't know exactly what you had, but you did know that with each weather change or over extension, especially of your mutation, your arthritis flared up.

Charles was the first person at the mansion to know about your condition, mostly because he was a mind reader. As you got to know everyone else, you slowly began to tell the others: Hank, Jean, Scott, and Ororo. Each of them was concerned that the arthritis seemed to be tied to your mutation, but you didn't let that stop you. You still were a teacher at the school and a member of the X-Men, though you pick and choose what missions you went on.

When Logan first arrived, he was very closed off. Slowly, you got him to open up and feel more comfortable around you. The two of you began to rely on each other. You still hadn't told Logan about your health. There was always some worry about how people would react when you told them. Oftentimes, it was pity and overprotectiveness; other times, they saw you as faking it. You didn't know how Logan would see you yet and weren't ready to know.

You knew that you shouldn't have tried to use your mutation too much during training, especially with the weather growing colder. You knew that it wouldn't be a good reaction from your arthritis, but you chose to do it anyway. That's how you ended up laying on your bed, barely mobile.

The knock on the door made you wince. Not having the energy to get up, you shouted as best as you could, "Who is it?"

"It's me," Logan's rough voice broke from the other side of the door.

Your stomach felt like it was in knots. You couldn't let Logan see you this way. Biting back a whine, you pushed yourself up and slowly limped through the door. Logan could sense your struggle from the other side. He clenched his fists to prevent himself from breaking down the door. When you opened the door, Logan immediately noticed how heavily you were leaning against the door and that you just had it opened enough for him to see you.

"Hi, Logan," you forced out a smile.

"What's going on?" He immediately asked. "You haven't left your room all day."