Avengers: Reader Inserts

Abuse Part 2 ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

 As soon as you could, you retreated to your room at the mansion. Clearly, someone had slipped into your apartment and grabbed some objects and clothing. You had stayed in the room occasionally, but it was weird to think that it was now your home. Nothing was how you liked it, making you feel more out of place than you already did.

Thoughts began to creep into your mind. What if you just went back to the apartment? There was a sense of normalcy there despite the abuse. Besides, you were becoming a burden. You could easily see that. Everyone was eyeing you and walking eggshells around you. You hated it. Maybe if you just—

"Hey," Logan's voice was quiet as he leaned against the doorframe. Nevertheless, you still jumped and spun around, heart racing. "Sorry," he pushed himself off the frame and stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets. "Didn't mean to scare ya. Just checkin' in."

"I'm fine." You cringed at how quickly and unbelievable that answer was.

Logan nodded, letting out a small grunt in acknowledgment of your answer. He stepped further into the room. You shakily took a step back, starting to feel cornered. Logan quickly took two steps back.

"Can I do anything?" He asked. You knew that he genuinely meant it; Logan would never ask if he didn't.

"I think you've done enough."

It sounded meaner than it should have. You were grateful for Logan's help, but you were hating yourself for being so weak that you had to call for it. Logan knew not to take your words personally. Jean and Charles had a long talk with him about how you might act throughout your healing process, including blaming yourself and others.

"Can you go?" You turned away, trying to hide the tears quickly escaping your eyes. "I... I want to be alone right now..."

"Okay... Let me know if you need somethin'."

Logan turned around, glancing back for another quick look at you before shutting the door behind him. He hated the idea of leaving you alone. He didn't understand everything about what you were going through, but he understood how mean your own mind could be about yourself. He was constantly trying to prove his own destructive thoughts wrong. But Logan wouldn't let you go through that alone, not if he could do anything about it.

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No one was shocked when you didn't come down for dinner. Logan loaded up a plate of food and grabbed a drink before heading up to your room. Knocking on the door, he waited a moment for you to answer. When you didn't answer, Logan used his senses to try to see if you were still in there. He could hear you breathing. It was steady, like you were asleep. He knew that you needed your rest, but you also needed to eat. No one knew when the last time you ate was.

Slowly, Logan opened the door and slipped inside. He set the food and drink on your desk before coming around to the side of the bed you were facing. Logan knelt down as he studied you for a moment. He didn't know that you could ever look so relaxed and peaceful. Since he met you, you have been in a relationship with Josh. He wondered who you were before that and if you would become that person again.

"Y/N," he whispered. "Wake up, sweetheart. You need to eat."

"Hmm," you groaned, slowly waking.

"There you go, darlin'. I brought the food to you."

"Not hungry," you grumbled, turning your head away from Logan. Your stomach growling gave you away.

Logan chuckled. "I don't think that's true."

"Just go, Logan."

"Not until you eat. Come on, sit up."

"Fine."