Avengers: Reader Inserts

Cold Part 2 ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

Logan became a master at taking care of you during an arthritic flare-up. The consequence of that was that he also became a master at doing everything he could to make sure that you didn't flare up. When is why he was marching towards you, with a clear look of anger.

"What are you doing?" He asked as you were stretching in the Danger Room.

"Uh, stretching," you responded, continuing your movements. "I have a training session with Scott in a few minutes."

"Not anymore. You're not training."

"Logan, I can't gain more strength in my powers without training."

"You've trained twice already this week."

"And my current goal is three times."

"You're not ready for it yet."

"I think I know what I'm ready for, Logan."

"No. You don't. I can sense that you're overdoing it."

"I'm feeling fine. I'm going to train."

"Everything okay here?" Scott asked, feeling the tension as he entered the room.

"Yes." / "No."

"Okay, then," Scott said, slowly backing up.

"I'm training, Logan," you argued, standing your ground.

"Like hell you are," he grumbled.

The two of you stared each other down, trying to see which one of you would break first, though you both knew the answer. With a scoff and a stop of your foot, you grabbed your training bag and threw it at Logan.

"Since I'm so weak, carry that back to my locker," you huffed, marching off.

Logan sighed, shoulders slumping. He didn't want to be the bad guy in your life; he was just worried. He also simply cared deeply for you in a way he hadn't cared for anyone in far too long. He hated seeing you in pain and would do anything to prevent the pain you were forced into constantly. Logan had even talked to Hank about somehow using his healing mutation to help you. Hank said it was impossible. So Logan was forced to keep a careful eye on you, no matter if that meant you were often mad at him.

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You did your best to avoid Logan for the next few days. But no matter how hard you tried, Logan was there, stopping you from training, or carrying heavy items, or using your mutation. The anger was festering inside of you, and it all came to a boiling point when you were called into a mission briefing. Everyone was already in the briefing room when you slipped in. You hung back by the door, trying to prevent Logan from seeing you just yet.

"The base that you will be infiltrating is in an interesting location," Charles explained. The table everyone was surrounding changed to show the base. "It is several hundred feet down in the Atlantic Ocean, off the coast of Long Island. Due to their security system, there is only one way to reach it." Charles' eyes fell on you, causing the rest of the team to turn and look.

"No," Logan immediately said. "No fucking way."

"Logan, Y/N has been training for this. She has known about this mission for weeks now and is prepared."

"Don't care. She's not a part of this. Find a different way."

"Do I get any say in this?" You piped up.

"No," Logan quickly responded, still focusing on Charles. "She's not going. It's too dangerous."

You were growing angrier and angrier, forcing yourself to clench your fists as you felt the water pipes in the wall begin to tremble. Jean noticed and came over to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder.