The Prince of the Tower

Chapter 2: K and Logan Sitting in a Tree...

Things at the tower were busy. Tony was spending a lot of time working on the new holding cell especially for Sabretooth, and Steve was pouring over any intel he could find with anyone who was free, but Logan still had other duties to attend to in Westchester outside of the Avengers.

Even though it was summer, Ororo was making sure to use him as the go-between to bring Clint new books or whatever else they thought he might need while he was 'locked away in the tower'. There had been more than a few princess in the tower jokes from Bobby, but so far, not one had made it past the front door — or gotten a laugh from anyone.

But Logan had finally gotten a little break from his usual busy schedule and, of course, he decided to get to the tower a lot earlier than usual. When he got there, Clint was watching cartoons with Thor, his book next to him on the table. Both of them were eating the same cereal, too, and Logan was just in time to see Thor pull the toy from the box to give to a highly entertained Clint, too.

Jan was flitting around cheerfully, but Logan was frowning to himself when he realized that K was nowhere to be seen. He took off his jacket and headed to his room to hang it up and froze when he saw she was in bed — passed out asleep.

He'd thought everything was going well at the tower, but he hadn't seen her crashed out like that, so he quietly backed out of the room and made his way over to lean over the couch where Clint was. "Your mom's still sleepin'," he said, frowning a little to himself. "Something happen last night?"

"Oh, no," Clint said, shaking his head. "She's just been sleeping in ever since we got here. I thought she mighta been real tired, but I think she likes the bed or something, I dunno." He shrugged. "She's real comfy, so I just let her sleep."

Logan blinked a few times to himself and turned his head toward the room with a little 'huh' before he stood up straight and headed to the kitchen for coffee.

Where again, he stopped and frowned when he saw the second coffee maker — a lot simpler than the usual one, and just now brewing up a pot. He looked to Jan and gestured to the coffee pot. "What gives?"

Jan followed his pointing hand and then broke into a grin. "Oh, your girlfriend is picky about her coffee. Actually, I've had it the way she makes it, and it's great, but Tony likes his own. You know how he is."

"No taste," Logan said flatly as he made his way over to grab a couple cups. "He's just being stubborn."

"Probably," Jan agreed. She skipped over to Logan to loop her arm through his. "So, are you taking some to her?"

"Figured I would," he said with a nod.

"He just wants kisses," Clint said, waving a hand. "Mom gives him kisses if he's polite."

"Oh, she does?" Jan asked, looking like Christmas had come early.

"He's overplayin' it," Logan said, shaking his head at both of them.

"Okay, if you say so," Clint said with a shrug. "But if you end up kissin' my mom, then I guess I was right."

As Logan walked past him, he let out a little growl — just to do it, and because he knew Clint wouldn't be bugged by it. "Troublemaker."

Clint grinned at him as he passed. "That's what Mom says."

Logan was almost to the door when he heard a gleefully giggling Jan: "Mark my calendar, Jarvis — I want to celebrate this day every year. We'll call it 'Polite Logan Day'."

"I hate you," Logan called out over his shoulder before he pushed the door open and closed it behind him. K was still passed out solidly, so he set the coffee down on the nightstand and decided to try and just slip in behind her to pull her into a little hug. "You just gonna sleep all day or what?"