marvel one-shots

9. wolverine ; the dark

I sat up in my cot and looked around. It was dark and dimly lit from the exterior street lamps. I pulled my blanket around me and tried to breathe. I lean over the side of the cot and look under it, no monster today. I always thought that a HYDRA agent, or some villain would be waiting to grab my ankles and pull me to the unknown. I've been lucky that so far that it hadn't happen.

I stand and the cold floor sends shivers up my legs and spine.

I walk down the hall of the apartment and stopped in front of the final door. It was cracked open and I started to regret coming to him. I opened the door and looked inside. Logan was on his back, an arm behind his head. He looked up at me.

"What's wrong?" He asks, already knowing.

"I don't like the dark." I say, like I usually do during these common occasions. He motions for me to lay in the bed with him and I lay next to him, still wrapped in my blanket. He puts his arm around me and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"What would I do without you?"

"You'd still be scared." He says. I laugh tiredly. He runs his hand up and down my back, I close my eyes.

'"What if HYDRA finds us?" I ask out of the blue.

"Then we'll beat them like we always do." He says honestly. I smile. Within minutes I fall asleep, he continued to rub my back all night long.