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Unrequited 5

Why?

Why did we have to recruit Logan? Or actually why did I have to? During that unnecessarily long  meeting it was agreed that I be the one to recruit him considering our friendship. 

"I can hear the gears turning in your head. What's up?" Logan's gruff voice breaks me from my thoughts. 

"Just work." I sigh throwing my arm over my eyes.

"If you're thinking about work right now, then I obviously didn't do my job right." He responds, lightly biting into my shoulder. 

I don't even fight the purr that leaves my mouth. 

"It's not that, it's just that the Avengers want to welcome more mutants onto the team...."I trail off, waiting for his reaction. 

"Good luck with that. Between the Xmen and the Brotherhood, they've probably recruited most of the mutants on this continent." He mumbles into my neck. 

"That's why I recommended working together with the Xmen. But of course, no one listens to me cos what do I know." I say sarcastically. 

"Y'know somehow my dad figured out who you are and wanted to recruit you but I told him that'd be a terrible idea. Which by the way, when were you going to tell me you're basically ancient?" I start rambling. 

"Whoa princess, one thing at a time. First off how did your dad find out about me?"He lifts himself up on his elbows. 

"Lord if I know. Nick Fury knows everything about everyone." I respond and worry as I notice his body tense up. 

"Nick Fury is your father?" He looks down at me incredulously. 

"Yeah... don't tell me he's pissed you off somehow." I say, pulling away from Logan to lessen the blow of his expected rejection and sit up. 

"No. I just know of him is all. Why does he want me though? Is that why we started fucking?" He snaps, nostrils flaring and I roll my eyes at his reaction despite my fast beating heart. 

"Logan, I just said I don't know why he chose you and I told him that it would be a bad idea if you joined. I came over tonight, just like the nights before because I wanted sex." I snap back, irritated with him for accusing me of such a thing. 

I roll out of his bed and look for my clothes. It's silent for a moment as I get dressed before he speaks again. 

"What would I get out of being on the team?" He asks, watching as I slide on my pants. 

"I don't know. Money? A free apartment in our building I guess? But you're not joining." I tell him but even I wonder why I don't want him on the team.

"Why are you so against me being an Avenger? Am I not good enough to join earth's mightest heroes." He says mockingly. 

"It's not that Logan. It's just I don't want to work with someone I sleep with. Plus as stubborn as you, Tony and Steve are, it's just a recipe for disaster." I answer back, sliding on my shoes. 

"Well if you're done being a brat, thinking you can make decisions for me, you can tell your dad that I'll at least think about if my stubborn ass will join the team." He cocks a brow and I look down at my shoes, embarrassed. 

"Whatever Logan. I'm leaving." I roll my eyes, leaving his room and then the apartment without kissing him goodbye. 

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It's been two weeks since I've heard from or seen Logan. Both of us being stubborn, I know we were waiting on the other to cave in to the other...that is if he was even still interested in me. By the way I acted, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want to talk to me anymore. 

I'm pulled from my thoughts by Steve punching me in the side and knocking me off balance. 

"Y/n, what's wrong? That's the third time you've been too distracted to block a hit." He says, pulling me up from the ground. 

I was sparring with Steve because he insisted that I learn how to protect myself without using my abilities. 

"I'm fine." I grunt out as I hop back to my feet and get ready in fighting position. 

But Steve's expression tells me that he's not buying it. I sigh and plop onto the bench next to the sparring mat. Steve follows and sits so close that I can smell his cologne but somehow I don't get the same nervous feeling I used to get whenever he was near.

"I'm an asshole." I say simply with my face in my hands and surprisingly, he chuckles. 

"What the fuck Steve? I tell you I'm an ass and you just start laughing?" I get ready to stand, but he gently grabs my wrist, keeping me still. 

"No. I'm laughing because how could you possibly think that?" His eyes search mine and feeling a bit vulnerable, I look away. 

"Because I convinced Logan not to join the Avengers for my own selfish ass reasons." I explain and take a seat back onto the bench. 

"What reasons?" He asks, still looking into my soul with those damn blue eyes.

"Well first off, I already sleep with him. I don't want to get closer to him." I explain honestly. 

To be honest, it completely surprised me how open and honest I was being with Steve. It was almost how we used to be.

"What's wrong with getting close? Is he someone who could hurt you?" He asks, and I see him going into protector mode. 

"No! I mean anyone has the potential to hurt another. That's what I'm afraid of. I don't want to get close to another guy and shit hit the fan." I explain and there's a pause. 

No doubt, Steve is thinking about himself but I don't want him to feel sorry for me or any kind of guilt for simply not liking me back. 

"And then I was being such a brat to you for no reason and here you are being nice to me like nothing happened." I continue rambling but he stops me with a hug. 

"Y/n, you were hurting. It's okay, really. I feel bad for being the one to do it. You're such a caring, nonjudgemental, confident, funny woman and any man would be lucky to have you." He says very seriously but I shrug it off, not wanting to think into his comment too deeply. 

"It's just a fear I need to get over on my own. Besides, it's not like Logan's actually going to join the team." I say trying to convince myself more than anything. 

"I hate to interrupt," Friday begins, "but you are both needed in the board room for an important meeting."

"Okay, be right there Friday." Steve responds but still looks at me with concern. 

"Thanks for the talk. I feel better." I tell him honestly with a small smile as I hop off the bench, wondering what could possibly be so important that we have an impromptu meeting.