✩❦X-Men Oneshots (Headcanons)❦✩

Hit By A Car (Wolverine X Quicksilver)

This is another VERY old one i wrote, it might be cringey so BE WARNED XD

Logan placed the rest of his luggage onto his truck. He brushed his hands along his jeans, before lighting a cigar in his mouth. Logan was planning to travel to the city, he wanted to sort his life out. Perhaps even meet his one true love.

He opened the door, treading through the snow, and sat down on the not-so-comfortable seat. He turned the key and grunted, starting the car. The engine growled.

He turned on the headlights and drove calmly. He wasn't as crazy with speed as he used to be. He is more aware of other people now. Suddenly his phone rang, it was his old friend, Scott. Logan carelessly looked away from the road, dismissing the call. A loud thud could be heard, along with a crunch. Logan cursed himself, before opening the door only to see a small teen boy coiled up into his white coat, little whimpers escaped his lips. His silver hair blended perfectly with the snow.

"Oh god." Logan breathed, throwing his cigar away, and kneeling down next the small boy. "Are you okay?" Logan brushed a strand of hair from the boy's face. He didn't answer, but he was alive. Logan cursed again. The boy opened his eyes and looked up at him, shivering. "Come on, kid." Logan picked him up bridal style and trod back to the campervan. He laid him on the seat next to his. The boy's mouth formed a small smile. Logan strapped him in, before closing the door and walking around to his side. Logan got in, not bothering to do his seatbelt up.

"Thank you." The boy spoke, making Logan smile slightly.

"Let's get you to a hospital." Logan turned on the engine and continued to the hospital.

A few hours passed, the boy was fast asleep, his head rested against the window and his knees to his chest, however, shaking slightly. He looked peaceful, considering he was just hit by a massive vehicle. Logan was curious about him. His silver hair seemed natural, considering his eyebrows are the exact same colour. He looked healthy and not as hurt as Logan thought he would be.

"Kid?" Logan asked, still keeping his eyes on the road: he learnt his lesson this time. The boy's eyes fluttered open, before smiling.

"Hi." He turned to his side so he was facing Logan.

"You okay?" Logan asked, trying to hide the concern in his voice.

"I D-Don't know." The boy stuttered, taking off his coat and resting it neatly in his lap. "I think my leg is hurt." The boy didn't look very upset or concerned. He didn't cry at all. Logan was suspicious of how calmly the boy was taking this. Logan pulled over the van to a small patch of grass.

"Out." He gestured. The boy looked at him confused.

"W-Wha~"

"Out," Logan said, more irritated this time. "You're clearly not hurt."

"B-But I am!" The boy turned a bright red. "I can feel the pain, I just can hide it." His lip quivered, looking at Logan helplessly.

"Whatever." Logan took off the boy's seatbelt. "Show me where you're hurt. And if I see nothing wrong, your leaving." The boy nodded slightly. Logan sighed. "Well, are you gonna show me?"

"It's embarrassing..." The boy shuffled a little. Logan chuckled.

"Right." Logan grabbed the ends of the boy's white shirt; he seemed to love the colour white a lot. He noticed the shirt was stained red, right where his stomach was. He was bleeding and the boy never told him. "You're bleeding!" Logan looked around sharply, trying to find something to heal him.

"It's okay, it will heal." The boy put a hand on Logan's shoulder "I'm okay."

"No!" Logan lifted off the boy's shirt, making him squeal slightly. "Wait, how old are you?" Logan asked, worried.