Wings Meet the X-Men

Chapter 3: Flying

Liz'a POV:

        After barfing from motion sickness two or three times, I asked if I could just fly next to the jet. Storm looked a little worried, (I learned their name from the Professor), Beast agreed, though I'm led to believe that he did that only to make up for me passing out. Logan was too busy trying not to hurl, but Charles agreed as well. Whooping with joy, I asked where the door was. They all looked unsure, and my smile dropped off my face, leaving a trace of large disappointment. 

"You mean, there's no place where I can fly out...?" I ask weakly, slumping in my chair.

"I'm afraid not, my dear," Charles whispered.

"I've got an idea," Storm called from up ahead. Perking up, I nodded my head enthusiastically. "Put these on," She ordered everyone, and from the ceiling dropped the orange little breathing masks that you find on an airplane when something goes wrong. Before Charles put his on, he gave me a mini radio so that we could communicate. Everyone else put them on, and Storm lowered the door. Immediately I shot open my wings, and was sucked outside with a huge smile on my face. As soon as I was out, I saw the door close, and lifted myself over the top. The little radio I had in my pocket crackled, and I raised it to my ear to hear better.

"Liz, are you alright? I cant see you!" Logan's voice was hardly audible, but I clicked the button and replied,

"Yes, Logan. I'm fine. I'm actually riding the jet right now, so you have no need to worry at all." With that, I pumped my wings as hard as I could, and eventually ended up right above the giant windshield. Poking my head down, I saw everyone's surprise, and Logan actually laughing. It was nice to see him laugh for once. Smiling,  I flew in loops around and around the jet, in front and behind.

        We finally arrived, and the place where feathers met skin was sore as heck in a hand basket. I rubbed my back, stopping when I heard the metallic buzz of the jet door opening.

"I guess I beat you guys here, huh?" I joke weakly, but Storm smiles.

"Only because I slowed down for you," She teases, making all of us laugh. Except Logan, who only laughs once every forty-three years. Walking up to the doors of The School for Gifted Youngsters, I hesitate. What if no body likes me? What if nobody is like me? What then?

"Hey, we haven't got all day." Logan surprises me, making me jump like, 6 feet way. Roughly, but maybe a little farther. Lighting a cigarette, Logan puts a hand on my shoulder. "Calm down, it's just me," he smirks in a friendly way. After I playfully punch him in the arm, we get into a full-out wrestling match in the dirt, no claws from either of us, but leaving me with a T-shirt was originally meant to be white, but is now a dark brown. My jeans have holes in the knees and frayed bottoms. You can obviously guess who won. Me! Just kidding, it was Logan. Duh. He's only outweighing me by, oh, I dunno. 100, 150 pounds? Hey, I only weigh about 74 pounds, so you can guess that I'm kind of a  shrimp. Stepping into the courtyard, I become self aware of the state my clothes are in, and duck behind Logan. He just strides along, not seeming to care about anything.

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Logan's POV:

        After wrestling with Liz, I'm left with barely a scrape; besides the kick to the jaw she gave me, and the fact that she slammed me to the ground in two seconds... Damn, that hurt, even though it healed already.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" I ask, and immediately wish I hadn't. Although she turns her head away, I can almost sense her watery eyes. "Hey, I'm sorry I asked, just forget it," I try to apologize, but she waves me off.