Marvel Imagines And One-Shots || Part Two

The Young, The Drunk, and The Old (Logan x DAUGHTERReader)

Prompt: You are a young mutant that survived the large extinction, now you've finally gotten your life back on track. Of course, something always has to happen to ruin that, right?

Requested By: No one

Warnings: Swear word or two

A/N: Part two will come if someone wants it. Plus this is also like...idk a dream that I had so if it's weird, it's not my fault.
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You were a young girl/boy that lived in your own apartment that you had finally gotten the money to afford it. It had taken months but you'd somehow done it, being able to pay in full cash up front. You were a mutant, yes a mutant. One of the last of your kind, actually. 

You don't exactly know how they were all killed, but you knew that you had to keep yourself out of the spotlight. You had a special set of abilities, the power to mimic other powers and keep those said powers inside your head (acting as some kind of storage) to call upon whenever you would need.

You wished, almost every day, that you could have been there to help the others that had been murdered but alas, you had been in the stages of discovering your powers and were in no condition to help.

Quickly, you shake your head away from the distracting thoughts and lean further into the couch. This was your one day off this week and you were determined to enjoy it, even if it killed you. 

Slowly, your eyes start to drift shut as your TV plays your F/S in the background. You don't know how long you had been out, minutes or seconds, but you sure as hell knew when you were woken up by a loud and furious knocking on your door. (RIP this doesn't make sense but I'm too lazy to fix it, sorry)

You stand with a loud groan, hoping that the people outside would hear the anger that this was causing you. You walk over to the door as slow as you could, even though the person on the other side continued to knock.

Finally, you reach the wooden door and stop in front of it to look through the peephole, instantly you stand back in fear. It was them, the two people that had been on the news for weeks. If someone were to ever see them, they were supposed to call the police and hide. No contact what-so-ever.

You gulp and turn your gaze to the phone laying on your countertop. If you turned them in, you'd have enough money to officially start over. You could actually live your life without working twenty-four seven. But then again, you didn't know their whole story. You've heard the stories of how they were heroes and not villains. Your mind raced with what you could and should do. 

Finally, you pull open the door with your best stone expression. You gulp and cross your arms as you stare at the two. "How may I help you?"

"Well, obviously she/he knows who the fuck we are." The taller of the two shakes his head. This had to be the Wolverine, you recognized him from all the pictures in your history books. 

"Give her/him a chance, Logan." The smaller one who was in the wheelchair waves the taller off. This had to be Charles, at least you hoped.

"How may I help you?" You repeat while raising an eyebrow.

"We need your help, Y/N." Charles replies and you try to hide your surprise at the fact of him knowing your name.

"With?" You question.

"Logan is hurt." Charles states while gesturing to the man, you look him up and down before returning your gaze to Charles. "I've heard of your skills and we request your help."

Now you really couldn't turn them down. As you looked even closer, you could see the blood spotting on the man's shirt and you could never turn down helping someone who really needed it. You look up and down the hall before stepping away from the doorway, gesturing for them to quickly walk inside. 

You shut the door and triple lock it before turning to look at the two that awkwardly stood in the middle of your living room. "Please, follow me-"

Before you can finish, Logan collapses on the ground. Taking the words right out of your mouth. You gulp and look at Charles who shrugs. "He wasn't this bad before." 

"Oh my god." You whisper and rush to the other room to grab your medical kit. This was going to be harder than you thought.