Too Powerful? [COMPLETED!]

5- Wolverine, My Comforter

Alex:

I blinked in the morning light. At first, I was disoriented. The room didn’t seem familiar, where were the lavender drapes around my four-poster bed?

“Good morning, sleepy head.”

I whirled around to locate the source of the voice. There, sitting in an armchair that I had not noticed before, was Wolverine, grimacing upon seeing my bed hair.

Memories of yesterday flooded into my mind, and my head immediately felt heavy.

Information over-load.

It must have shown on my expression, because Wolverine suddenly stopped scrunching his face, his features rearranging into his best understanding face.

It still looked like a grimace, though.

“I’m fine, really,” as I tried to smile at him. “It’s just that… wow. It’s real, isn’t it?”

Wolverine gave me a sad smile as he assessed me. His voice was uncharacteristically soft when he spoke to me again.

“You’ll get used to it, Alexandria. Everyone does. And soon, you’ll like it here. You’ll have friends, and… well, I can’t guarantee you this, but for most of us, we grow to call this home.”

I heaved another big sigh. Well, I suppose I do have to get used to this place. I had nowhere else to turn, nobody to miss… Despite my will, again, I could feel tears behind my eyes. I turned my face away from Wolverine. I won’t cry in front of him. I’ll be as strong as he is.

Wolverine stayed silent. When I had composed myself, I turned back to him, and gave him the biggest smile I could manage.

“So, what’s for breakfast?”