Marvel: Reader Inserts

The Library ~ Part 7 ~ Logan Howlett x Reader

Logan went to Charles the next morning about your request. Charles immediately gave Logan access to whatever he needed to make it happen.

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PERU - MACHU PICCHU

The climb through the terraces of Machu Picchu had started with excitement buzzing through your limbs— your hands brushing the stone, your voice bright with facts and wonder as you pointed out Incan architecture, water channels, and other things you found noteworthy.

But the altitude was cruel, the sun unrelenting, and somewhere along the winding stone stairs beneath the Temple of the Sun, your stepped started to slow. Logan noticed before you did. You tried to keep talking, to keep smiling, but your words shortened, and your weight leaned slightly towards him with every step. The sparkle in your eyes hadn't gone out, but it flickered now.

"Hey," he said quietly, catching your elbow. "When's the last time you sat down?"

You tried to wave him off. "I'm okay. Just—"

He arched a brow. "Sweetheart."

The word alone stopped you. You looked at him— breath shallow, vision swimming just a little. Still, you offered a stubborn smile. "I don't want to stop yet."

Logan didn't argue. He just courted down, back turned towards you.

"What...?"

"Get on."

"Logan—"

"Don't argue with me." He glanced over his shoulder with that dry smirk. "Or I'll toss you over my shoulder like a sack of books."

You laughed, weak but genuine, and gingerly climbed onto his back. His arms curled under your thighs with surprising ease. He rose, solid and warm, and you buried your face against the back of his neck, breathing in the scent of him.

The moment you relaxed against him, he spoke again— softer this time. "You don't gotta prove anything to me. You already did the hard part."

"What part's that?" You mumbled.

"Decidin' to keep goin'."

You stayed like that for the rest of the walk, high above the ruins. Every so often, Logan would comment on the view— not to fill the silence, but to remind you he was still there, carrying you without complaint, with complete love in every step.

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LONDON - THE NATURAL HISTORY MUSEUM

The museum buzzed with life. Children darted between exhibits. The domed ceiling echoes with excited chatter and the hum of tour guides. You stood at the base of a towering fossil, face lit by awe. Logan's hand was in yours, a map tucked under your arm, and your eyes were alight with wonder.

"This," you pointed up, "is diplodocus carnegii. The skeleton's over a hundred years old. The actual bones were mostly replaced with plaster."

Logan listened, patient and smiling, as you continued. You were halfway through an explanation about sauropod migration patterns when something flickered behind your eyes. He felt your grip loosen.

"Hey," he said softly. "You okay?"

You blinked rapidly. "I—"

Then it hit hard. Your hand fell from his and your eyes glazed over. In the middle of the bustling museum, you simply stopped moving.

"No, no, no—" He caught you before you fell. One arm wrapped around your waist, the other cradled the back of your head. He tucked you against his chest. "I've got you, baby."