Marvel: Reader Inserts

The Library ~ Part 4 ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

You woke up in a room that didn't belong to any government facility you knew. You were restrained to a cold metal chair. There were medical equipment surrounding you, some of them were already attached. Your throat was dry and your vision blurred at the edges.

The door opened a moment later. Two figures walked in— a man in military-grade black and a woman in a lab coat. Her clipboard tapped softly against her thigh as she stopped beside your bed.

"Ah, you're awake," she noted.

You didn't answer.

"Vitals are stable," she looked over the machines connected to you. "Cognitive strength appears intact."

"What—" you rasped. "What is this?"

"You'll come to understand in time. You've been chosen. Not harmed, not... yet. Just relocated. The government has great interest in your abilities."

You struggled against the cuffs, vision sharpening now.

"You're going to be so useful. Your ability to absorb and store information? Beautiful, powerful, and full of untapped potential."

"We're going to help your mind work even faster," the man finally spoke up, stepping forward. "With the right enhancements, you'll store every byte of classified data we feed you. Weapons programs. Mutant registries. Government secrets. Foreign intel. And when we ask for it? You'll give it back."

"You want to make me a..." nausea rose inside you, "a living vault."

The woman smiled. "An archive. A perfect one. You will read what we tell you. And when we ask, you'll tell us what we need."

"I won't! I won't help you."

"You won't have a choice." She gestured to the man, who lifted a syringe.

Your breath caught. "You— You can't do this—"

"We already are."

"No! No! Logan!"

And the needle pierced your neck.

~~~

They kept you underground. No windows. No clocks. No sense of day or night— just harsh fluorescent lights and the constant hum of machines. You were in and out. They hadn't fed you information yet, they were preparing you for it. You kept chanting Logan's name in your head over and over again, trying to keep you tethered some how. But it was getting harder.

One day, they brought in stacks of files and placed them under your hands. Almost instantly, your eyes went blank and your breath caught. The information from the files began feeding into your mind, filing and organizing itself away. While you— the real you— was being bushed back, filed away itself.

~~~

At first, they tried to keep Logan home. They tried to tell him it was too dangerous without a plan. But he didn't care. Logan had to find you, it was his sole purpose now. He hadn't slept since before they took you and basically hadn't eaten in that long either.

Every lead, every scent, every trace they could find— Logan hunted down like an animal. He tore through outposts and left entire teams bleeding behind him. He didn't speak unless it was to ask where you were.

Charles tried to keep him grounded. Jean tried to reason with him, but nothing worked. Because Logan could feel it— deep in his metal bones. You were in pain and it was only getting worse. He'd seen his fair share of government experiments and he couldn't let them turn you into their weapon. Or worse, into a ghost of yourself.

~~~

Every question they asked, you answered— steady, flat, and completely devoid of emotion. You didn't blink because you weren't there. They rewired your neural pathways. You still remembered everything. You still analyzed and indexed. But now you did it for them. A living hard drive. You recited names and secrets. You exposed enemies and allies. Whatever they asked of you.