Marvel: Reader Inserts

The Library ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

"Logan, if you're going to teach history, maybe make sure you understand it all," Storm said.

"I do understand it," Logan huffed. "Hell, I lived through most of it."

She shook her head. "You understand it from your point of view. You might need to head to the library to do some studying this summer before next semester."

"Library?"

Storm laughed. "Yes, Logan. The library. It's on the first floor, it's like the whole right wing. We have a librarian and everything. She's really sweet. You might even like her."

So Logan went to the library for the first time. And that's when he finally met you. You were sitting cross-legged behind the main desk, glasses slipping down your nose, buried in a stack of books taller than some of the students. You didn't even notice Logan until he cleared his throat loud enough to scare the daylights out of a nearby student.

"Oh!" You exclaimed, looking up at him, glasses skewed on your face. "Sorry, uh— hi! How can I help you?"

Logan stared for a second, caught off guard by how sweet you sounded and how fast you talked. He glanced at the sign on the desk— Librarian: Miss L/N— then looked back at you. "Uh, Storm said I should do some 'research for the history classes I'm teaching. Can you point me to those sections?"

"Of course!" You hopped up. "History would be aisles six through seven," you started walking. "Except..."

You paused. Then you suddenly shook your head and darted into another aisle. Curious, Logan peered down the aisle to see you grab a book and come back and join him.

"Students," you mumbled, waving the book. "They do try to test me. Anyway, history is aisles six and seven. But if you want government records, then those are eight through ten. Or there's the good stuff— the personal accounts, diaries, things that feel like people talking instead of textbooks— I've got a stash in the room behind my desk."

You stopped in aisle seven, which was labeled on the bookshelf, and slipped the book you found into place. Then you led Logan over to a corner table.

"You can do your research here," you offered. "Let me know if you need anything."

Then you were gone.

~~~

That night, Logan caught Storm before she headed to bed.

"Hey, 'Ro," he called, "how long as that, uh, librarian worked here?"

"For almost a year," she replied. "Y/N is her name, if you didn't ask that today. She sticks mostly to the library and isn't included on any missions."

"Why? What's her powers?"

"You could just ask her, you know?"

"Storm."

"Fine. She kinda has two powers. First, she's a living index. She can mentally categorize and track the location of any item in her vicinity. Books, objects, even people if she focuses, but that takes a lot of energy from her. She also has something called bibliomancy. She can instantly understand and retain any written material— in any language— just by touching it. And with some focus, she can even see the emotional imprints left on historical documents. It what makes her the perfect librarian."

Logan nodded, realizing that he had witnessed come of your power in action today.

"She would be a good resource for your lessons, Logan," Storm said with a smirk. "Or maybe, good for you." Then she slipped into her room.

~~~

The next day, Logan found the corner desk cleaned up and left with pencils, pens, highlighters, and various sizes of sticky notes. All neatly organized. There was also a book on the desk with a sticky note on it. He leaned over and read it.