Marvel: Reader Inserts

The Library ~ Part 3 ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

You were mid-sentence with a student in the library when the intercom buzzed.

"Miss L/N, please report to the War Room. Immediately."

You looked at the intercom, confused. You weren't a field agent or on any active roster. The last time you set food in the War Room, it had been to deliver Scott a stack of historical intelligence reports you had processed through touch alone. So when you walked in— notebook in hand and pencil behind your ear— you were already on edge.

Logan was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, clearly there under protest. Scott, Ororo, Jean, Hank, and Charles were seated around the table. There was a digital map of a European countryside glowing above the table.

Charles offered a smile. "Thank you for coming, Y/N. I realize this is out of the ordinary."

You stepped closer, glancing warily at Logan. He didn't look at you, not yet at least.

"There's an underground archive in Budapest," Charles continued. "One of Magneto's old hideouts. But the intel suggest something new has been hidden inside it. Something encrypted."

You frowned. "And you need me to go in and... read it?"

"More than that," Jean said. "We can't even find it. It's not on any blueprint. But if it's there, you might sense it. Books, logs, handwritten codes. You'd be able to see it all, and maybe what it means."

Scott added, "We need eyes that can see beneath the surface."

Logan finally straightened. "Absolutely not."

Everyone turned to face him.

You tried, "Logan—"

"No," he interrupted. He pushed off the wall and stepped between you and the table. "She's not trained for the field. She's not a fighter. She's not goin' into some unstable bunker in the middle of Eastern Europe."

"I haven't said yes yet," you said quietly, but he wasn't listening.

"She's never been carried a comm. She reads books. That's her job. That's what she's here for."

"She's standing right here," your voice was sharper now.

That made him pause. He turned to you, not angry but scared. "Y/N—"

"And she's glad to know what you really think of what she does." You stepped past him, avoiding the slight raise of his hand to touch you. "I can help."

Jean nodded slowly. "You won't be going in alone. We'd all be with you. You'd have protection."

Logan scoffed. "She shouldn't need protection!"

"I deserve to be allowed to make this choice, Logan," you said firmly. "I've spent years cataloging the past. Sorting through everyone else's battles from a safe distance. But if I can do something— if I can help how— don't take that away from me."

Charles interjected gently. "The mission is voluntary. The moment you say no, the subject is closed."

"Y/N..." Logan muttered, stepping closer. "What if you get hurt?"

"Then I get hurt," you answered. "Just like you do. Just like anyone else out there."

~~~

Later that night, Logan found you in the library. In leaned against one of the bookshelves, watching you for a moment. You could feel his presence and ignored him.

"I'm sorry," the words were so quiet, you almost missed them.

You remained silent.

"I'm sorry," he repeated. He pushed himself off of the bookshelf and stepped towards you. "I... I was scared. I still am. I don't like the thought of you goin' out in the field."