#the way logan smirks makes wade's knees go week

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What you need to understand is that it's a great responsibility, Wade.

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logan having reader sit on his lap and he teasingly starts to bounce his knee from where we’re sitting

A/N: The reader is a female and wearing a dress, this turned smutty.

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Logan always wanted you as close as possible. During family dinners, he made sure you had the sit next to him. When you came over for a movie night, he made sure you were next to him so you could cuddle into him and not have to be next to Wade. If there was ever a scenario where you had to sit, he wanted you by him.

Wade was having a little get-together with everyone, and you left to get more drinks after dinner. When you got back, you went to the kitchen and put all the drinks in the fridge before going back to sit with Logan only to discover your seat was taken. Oh, how awful... wherever will you sit? You looked over to Logan with a pout, and you were expecting to see him just shrug and not make a big deal of it, but you were met with his smirk. A faint blush dusted your cheeks seeing his smirk. You knew he was up to something.

You were killing him all night. You wore his favorite little dress. He always said it made you look even more like a princess. While you were gone, he decided that if you were going to tease him, he could do the same. Two can play this game, princess.

"Everything alright, princess?" He asked almost in a condensing way. "You know, Al was telling me about her latest bingo night. You should really come listen," he said, holding his arm out, waiting for you to walk into his arms. He waited until you were in arms reach before pulling you into his lap.

You fell into his lap with a quiet oof. It wasn't an uncomfortable fit, his lap was bigger than you realized and as you were sitting your mind started to wander 'how come you'd never sit on his lap before?' You leaned into his chest and got more comfortable. It was a really nice seat, his strong arms holding you, his scent surrounding you, it was comforting and as you listened to Al's story you felt yourself start to relax for the first time in a few weeks.

That was until you felt his hands begin to wander. Your body tensed up, and you didn't have to turn around to know he was smirking wider than before. That bastard knew what he was starting. "Relax darlin' ain't gonna bite...yet," he hums as he nudges your neck with his nose, taking pride in hearing how your heart skips a beat. "Beat you'd love that, wouldn't you? Love having me mark my girl, " he teases you as his leg starts to bounce.

"L-lo?" You muttered a little confused about what he was doing. He shushes you quietly. "Let me try something, darlin." You nodded and tried to focus on Al's story, but it was getting harder and harder as Logan started to move his leg a bit faster. He could smell how wet you were getting, not to mention feel it on his jeans. As you were moving against his leg you felt your clit rub against him more and more. Your mind was starting to get fuzzy, and all you could really focus on was him on you, one hand moving to your ass while the other stayed firmly on your hip, his lips traveling across the skin of your neck and your panties rubbing against his jeans. Fuck he was trying to kill you.

Just as you were about to cum his teeth caught your ear, you chocked on a moan making him tsk against you "gotta be quiet, don't want everyone to know you're such a slut for me"

You were trying to squirm out of his grasp and fight back your moans as you came on his leg. He cooed and praised you while kissing your neck, "Such a good girl for me, making such a pretty mess for me, princess." You fell against him thinking he'd give you a break, but as he continued moving you along his leg, you knew it was going to be a long night.

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*This is it. This is the finale of “Small Time Witch”. It’s been on AO3 for a while and I sort of forgot to post it here. I hope those of you who have been reading it enjoy the ending. Comments and feedback are always welcome and encouraged.

Small Time Witch (34)

When you were 12 years old, your biological father was back in your life and fighting your mother for custody. It was the height of the “mutants are bad” craze which made a sympathetic judge rule in his favor. You spent a few weekends with him over the school year. Every Friday afternoon you would beg your mother to let you stay home. And every time she would have to force you into the car with him.

The custody agreement stated that you would spend your summers at his parents home in the Hamptons. The week leading up to your trip was horrible. Your mother and Helene fought daily. Helene wanted to hide you. Your mother was afraid if she didn’t comply that the judge would take you away forever. You cried in Bethany’s arms every night.

The day your father picked you up you could sense something was off. He was overly nice to your mother and Helene. He put his arm around you and called you “kiddo”. Helene made you promise you would call every night.

The drive was long. You had never been to the Hamptons before. You were sort of excited to meet new kids. He told you there would be a lot of them. After lunch you put in your earbuds and fell asleep. When you woke it was early evening. You were parked outside of a facility that looked like an old school house. Your father patted you on the head and said, “It’s for your own good.” Dr. Reyes introduced herself and two men forced you inside. You were a resident of The Milbury Hospital for two weeks.

They told you you would be working with the X-men but that was a lie. They experimented on you and pushed you to the point of excruciating pain to understand the source of your abilities. When Logan and Wade finally found you, you were near death and traumatized. You never saw your father again. Charles Xavier promised you that you would never again be used for your powers. He vowed you would never again be harmed or controlled by the government. He intended to keep his promises.

When he and Max arrived in Asgard, he reaffirmed this vow. In the most Charles Xavier way possible he told you to stay out of it.

“Wait, Professor, you can’t be serious.”

“I am serious. Do you think this is the last time we will face this kind of harassment? I assure you, my dear, it isn’t at your expense. You will remain on Asgard. Your family is safe. The Kale’s have been handled. You’ve done all you can.” He held your hand and smiled at you. You were ready to fight him on this when Max stepped in.

“Y/N, we have larger factions than you know who are fighting on our side. Some even within the government and SWORD. You have to trust us. Now show two old coots around the palace will you?”

Was it possible that these two old men staring down the barrel of senility Jedi mind tricked you into walking away? They sure as fuck did. And, what’s more is that you welcomed it. You finally let out the breath that you had been holding for ages and it felt glorious. There would be no more fighting. No more crying and screaming and battling. They effectively took it off your hands and told you to go live your life.

You showed them the palace, the gardens and the plaza. They shared a meal with you and your new family in court and were taken home before Wheel of Fortune. Why did this feel too perfect? Too wrapped up?

Noticeably your husband was quiet the entire time. That’s near impossible for him. He only spoke on occasion to share a bit of history or wax poetic about family traditions. His mouth was zipped shut when the two septuagenarians told you to make like Elsa and let it go.

In bed that evening you were beyond mad. You were indignant. How could he? He just didn’t take up for you at all. With all of your guard down he felt you working yourself up. He slowly turned the page of his book peeking at you from the corner of his eye. Your arms were crossed and you tapped your fingers incessantly against your opposite arm. You muttered something under your breath about how you would stick up for him.

“What was that, wife?” His tone was mocking and his lip drawn up in a smirk. You wanted to slap that stupid look off of his face. Your hand twitched as you flattened it against your thigh. “Something to say, darling?”

“Nope.” You extinguished the light on your side and rolled away from him. Every time he turned the page of his book you could hear the sound of the paper sliding over his finger. The angrier you got the louder it got. “Goodnight” you said through gritted teeth.

“Good night, pet. I love you.”

You snorted into your pillow and did not return his affections. Fuck you were petty. Little did you know you married the literal god of pettiness. He invented this game and he was willing to play until you were waving the white flag.

He raised one elegant eyebrow and chuckled to himself. If you were actually mad he’d be worried. Whatever this was was kind of cute. He continued to read until your chest was softly and rhythmically rising and falling in deep sleep. Your lips parted ever so slightly letting out soft snores. He pressed his lips to yours and situated himself around you. In the morning you wouldn’t be mad. He was sure of it.

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When you awoke the next morning Loki was wrapped around you like usual. You were a little embarrassed by how you treated him. You disengaged yourself from his grasp and rolled him onto his back. You slid under the covers and unceremoniously swallowed his cock. He arched his back and sucked in his breath.

“Good morning, Pet.” You didn’t stop. You were a woman possessed. He moaned and called your name as he fucked your face. You moaned back in encouragement. He filled your throat with his spend and collapsed back onto the bed.

“Morning.” you said as you wiped your mouth.

“If that’s your way of apologizing I accept. Would you like to talk about it?”

“Can I say no?” He stared at you waiting for you to continue. “Fine. I was upset that you didn’t take up for me with Max and the Professor.”

“Why would I when I agreed with them?”

Damn it. You agreed with them too. “I thought you’d be worried if I didn’t do what Mobius ordered.”

“About that. I’m going to handle it.”

“What? No!” You scrambled to your knees. “Lok, I’ve got this. He put his hand over your mouth to stop you from rambling.

“I rarely tell you what to do, Y/N but this time I must insist. You need to rest. Please don’t say another word. It will be handled.”

He felt responsible for all that transpired and what you had become. He knew those stones would overtake you one day. He had to make things right. Had to take this burden off of you. Had to get you through this so you could both finally rest.

He explained everything that Mobius told him. He had a lot to fix but assured you you wouldn’t even miss him. He would leave that afternoon and then you could live the rest of your lives. With his half of the Yggdrasil firmly affixed to his finger, he was off.

He was gone and back in less than twenty seconds. His hair looked longer and he was dog tired. But, it was all done. Before he could even kiss you the two of you were sucked down to the TVA. This time you faced upper management.

“Loki and Y/N Odinson. You have fulfilled your requirements to the TVA.” The manager in the middle rubber stamped a few files and dismissed you.

“Ummm, ma’am? Am I allowed to go back to Earth?” you asked sheepishly.

“Of course. I don’t know why you’d want to but yes.” You were downright giddy.

“Yay! That means I can see my mom and aunts. Oh I can’t wait. Maybe we can build our cottage again. She’ll be thrilled to have our babies running around. Why are you looking at me like that?”

He was on the verge of tears. “Y/N. The timeline was set back on course. Back to 2023. Your family is gone. Natasha is gone. Vision is gone. Tony is gone. And Steve….was the one timeline I didn’t fix. They let him go.”

“What do you mean? Who let him go?”

“After he put back the stones, he went back to Peggy. I was tasked with bringing him back but I just couldn’t do it.” Who knew Loki was such a softy? Before you could grieve you thought of your friends who were left behind.

“Wanda and Bucky?!”

“Bucky is ok. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you. Wanda is an entirely other story. I’ll explain along the way. Let’s go home, wife.”

When you got to your cottage it was exactly as you left it. The Avengers had defeated Thanos but left the world in utter chaos. All of the people who were snapped were back. It would take some time to sort out.

Sam was back home visiting his sister. Bucky was in DC. You had him over as soon as he was comfortable traveling. You spent a very drunken weekend crying over Steve and cursing his name. You wanted to make him forget but he was tired of people fucking with his head. Why would he want to forget his best pal? At least he still had you. He and Sam would continue to work. When Captain America called, you would always answer.

When you went to check in with Stephen Strange he filled you in on Wanda and Aunt Agatha. He told you in no uncertain terms that you should not try to wake Agatha. You wanted to go to Wanda but he warned against it. You were heartbroken that she had to grieve alone. What she went through. You couldn’t even fathom it. For now, you would stay out in your cottage where Strange could keep an eye on you. He didn’t trust either you or Loki with the stones.

You took Loki to visit New Asgard. Most of the citizens were happy to see him. Hilde not so much.

“Uh uh. No way. If you think you’re going to….Thor made me…I will send you back to Hel if you think you’re taking my crown.” Her knife was against his throat but he didn’t flinch.

Loki bowed to her, “My king.”

The smile that crossed her face was the most beautiful sunshine smile you’ve ever seen. She pulled you to her and kissed you deeply. You kissed her back despite the anger wafting off of Loki. You couldn’t stop giggling. You knew what she was doing. When she pulled away she pulled her phone out of her pocket and snapped a picture of his face. “That’s better than him bowing to me.”

“God you’re a bitch.” you said as you peppered her neck with kisses. “I missed you, Hilde.”

“And I you, Kærasta.”

“I’m sorry. Did you just call my wife Kærasta?” You and Hilde broke into hysterical laughter.

“Relax, Lok. A lot happened when you were away.” You tried to soothe him but he pulled away.

“Looks like we’ll have to re christen the bed.”

“You’d better do the tub and hall shower while you’re at it. Oh and the kitchen table. Remember that night, Kærasta?”

You tried to change the subject, “Is Thor here?”

“Yeah actually. He heard you might swing by.” She drove you to his little hovel on the hill. He was sitting outside with Korg waiting for you. When you got out of the car he clapped his hands and laughed.

“I told you you were clever, little sister!” He wrapped you in a bear hug and thanked you over and over again.

With tears in his eyes, Loki hugged his brother. “It seems the sun is shining on Asgard once again, Brother.”

“So it seems.” Thor whispered against his hair.

You spent the night in New Asgard telling tales of the timeline you left. They were mightily impressed with your battle skills and how you defeated Thanos. Thor was happy that, in another universe, his parents lived. He was happy you were able to meet them and become so close.

The next morning you woke feeling much too hung over. You crawled back to the car promising you wouldn’t be a stranger. You were ready to go home.

“Come along, darling. I have to catch up on the last two seasons of Game of Thrones.”

“Oh. Honey. This gonna be a long weekend.”

And so you went back to your lives in the the only way you knew how. You spent eternity bickering and laughing. Fighting and fucking and all the while remaining madly and passionately in love. Two souls that would always be entwined no matter the circumstances. Two souls that were never really apart in the first place.

Outside of your little corner of the universe, the world was on fire. Nothing was normal. In between the battles and the bloodshed, your found family had a place to lay their heads and forget about life for a while. In your home there was always a clean bed and a hot meal and all the alcohol. In your little cottage built in the glen where the sun would shine through every morning like a spotlight, there was happiness.

[5am-the-foxing-hour]

Thomas Ships Week 2 Day 2

Day 2 (June 22): Beach day

Ship: Platonic/familial DLAMPTR

Characters: Character Thomas, Janus, Remus, Roman, Logan, Patton, Virgil

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The sun shone brightly in the sky, making the ocean sparkle brightly in a clear blue. The sand was warm under their feet. It was a spot where Thomas and his family had came to many times before, he knew it like the back of his hand, making it easier for the sides to get more solid.

  “Do we have to go in the water?” Virgil grumbled dressed in his normal get up, hiding under the parasol he was holding in a death grip. He stood at the border of the grass that made up the natural parking spot amongst the trees, and the sand that spread out making the beach. Thomas and Logan stood near him.

  “Come on now Virgil, the water’s nice!” Patton called having run down to the waterline, dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and holding his sandals in his hands as he let the clear water roll in over his feet.

  “I’m not getting into the ocean Patton!” Virgil said as he stabbed the parasol into the sand before throwing his towel onto the sand and sitting down in the shadow with a hiss. Patton makes a unhappy noise and pouts before he yelps and stumbles out of the water when Remus bulldozes past him.

Dressed in barely anything but a pair of tight speedos, his pale skin blinding under the sunlight as he body slams into the water with a loud shrill yell.

  “REMUS GET BACK HERE! YOU NEED SUNSCREEN!” Janus yells, his usual outfit changed to a pair of yellow bathing shorts and a white open button up shirt, hat changed to a big sunhat and a pair of sunglasses, scales shimmering in all hues from yellow to green depending on the light.

Remus shoots up from the water gracefully like a dolphin.

  “NO!” he yells before splashing into the water like a big rock, sending another wave of water flying.

Janus hisses before he summons his cane out of nothing and then stretches it out over the water, the next time Remus shoots up from the water the hook of the cane hooks around his arm and instantly pulls him back to the sand, Remus yelps before he lands with an oof in the sand, blinking up at Janus with wide eyes.

  “Sunscreen. now.” Janus hisses

  “Yes mom.” Remus squeaks out getting to his feet in an instant. Vanishing away the sand and water from his body with a twitch of his hand.

The others only stare in shock and awe as Remus silently lets Janus use all his hands to rub in the water proof sunscreen over Remus’s skin.

  “There, now you can go and have fun in the water.” Janus says patting him on the shoulder, before giving him a kiss on the nose, making Remus giggle before he with a hollers of glee rushes into the water again, almost running over Roman who has waded out into the water to his knees. Screeching as the water sprays over him when Remus ran past.

 Logan huffed as he unfolded the beach chair, sitting down in the shadows of the parasol opening the book he had been reading. He was forgoing his usual outfit to a pair of blue bathing shorts and a plain well worn NASA T-shirt. 

Thomas chuckled as he watched how Patton wormed himself out of his clothes to be in nothing but his bath shorts and grabbed the inflated dolphin toy. He was about to go into the water but Janus whistled and when Patton turned he waved the sunscreen bottle in his hand.

  “Oh!” Patton said as he happily walked over to let Janus put the sunscreen on him. “I would have forgotten.” Patton said with a chuckle, Janus just hummed as he worked the sunscreen on to Patton’s skin.

  “What about Roman?” Thomas asked as Janus let Patton run off.

  “He’s been sunbathing with me in the imagination, he’s already sun brown he’s fine.”

  “But he doesn’t have any tan lines?” Logan asked in confusion.

  “He tans in the nude.” Janus said with a smirk. Virgil choked on the water bottle he had picked up from the cooler, holding it away from his as he coughed and hacked for air.

  “WHAT?!” He choked out staring at Janus with wide eyes and a bright flush covering his cheeks. Janus just smirked wider.

  “You could join us in the fun Virgil~” 

Virgil spluttered before hiding his face in his hands.

  “Don’t give him a heatstroke Janus.” Logan said from his chair flipping a page in his book. Janus chuckled before he turned to Thomas.

  “Your turn Thomas.”

  “Will imaginary sunscreen will work on me?” Janus huffed and puffed the sunscreen away before he walked over to the bag next to the cooler and picked up a real bottle of sunscreen. 

  “I came prepared, now get over here before you burn, hun.”

Thomas couldn’t help the slight giggles that left him when Janus rubbed the sunscreen onto his sides and stomach, but when he was done Janus sent him on his marry way with a kiss for good luck, as Thomas walked into the water were Patton was currently playing around in the waves with the duck, Remus and Roman further out no longer chasing each other, but diving around to chase after fish they found.

Janus put the bottle of real sunscreen back in the bag before taking out the imaginary bottle again and coating in his own skin with it, making his scales glitter even more. Once he was done he turned to the two hiding in the shadows.

 Virgil stilled when he felt Janus’s eyes on him.

  “What?” he asked, Logan glanced up and stiffened.

  “You two are almost as pale as Remus.” Janus stated bringing forth his other arms again. “I’ll not have any sunburnt sides or host under my watch”

 The others turned back to look at the beach when a loud hiss caught their attention, to see how Janus was currently wrestling Virgil out of his hoodie and tight ripped jeans, all the while holding Logan stuck in place who looked like he was trying to figure out what to do to get away.

  “Once Janus is set on giving you sunscreen he’s not stopping.” Remus said as he appeared from the water right next to Thomas who gave away a loud yelp and collapsed into the water. He spluttered and stroked his bangs out of his eyes as he heard Remus cackle.

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 Thomas got out of the water a few hours later, ready to eat some of the food he brought with him. Logan had fallen asleep in the beach chair, having finished the book, that now rested in his lap, he snored softly. Virgil was engrossed in his phone, but he hadn’t put on his hoodie again after Janus’s sunscreen endeavour, and changed into a washed out purple tank top and a pair of knee long grey shorts. feet hidden in the sand.

  “Hey? Where’s Janus?” Thomas asked looking around. Thomas hadn’t seen him go into the water, but he was nowhere to be seen on the beach, only his sunhat lied in the sand.

  “Hm?” Virgil looked up from his phone and looked around “Oh, he must have burrowed.”

  “I’m sorry what?”

  “He’s probably under the sunhat” Virgil said offhandedly as he took another gulp of water from the water bottle.

Thomas confusedly moved over to the sunhat and picked it up, earning a hiss. He blinked as he saw Janus’s face.

  “What are you doing?” Thomas asked crouching down.

  “I’m a snake, Thomas, do keep up.”

  “Doesn’t the sunscreen get sticky with the sand?”

  “Imaginary sunscreen Thomas. only yours care about the sand.” Janus huffed before he squinted up at Thomas “Can you put the hat back or do you need me?”

  “I was about to eat, sooo… If you want your flat bread ham rolls now is the time to eat them.” Janus’s tongue poked out as his stomach gave a small gurgle. 

  “Yes.” was all he said before he wiggled a bit and Thomas took a step back to see Janus emerge from out under the sand, shaking it out of his clothes before giving a flip with his hand to send the sand to the ground again.

Thomas gave away a loud whistle which caught the others attention and he gestured for them to come over.

 Logan was awoken with a loud yelp and grumble when Remus soaked from the water grabbed him by the face and kissed him, before doing a full on body shake sending cold water everywhere. Logan spluttered and coughed before he wiped his glasses free from the water droplets. 

  “Ugh, thank you for that Remus.”

  “You’re welcome!” Remus singsonged before he plopped down on the sand and made grabby hands for his food. a box of sushi with more raw fish and shrimp than rice and some pickles to chomp on. Roman took his own box with food, a chicken salad. Patton and Virgil shared some pizza muffins and Logan took his own food a box with grapes and fruit as well as two double sandwiches with crofters.

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The sun was low when they gathered their things to return back home. Thomas made sure to shake everything free of sand before putting it the back of the car. before he got into the driver's seat and started the ride home. sending a glance into the backseat to see how the sides were all sleeping. The only one still awake was Janus who sat in the passenger seat. watching the road pass by with a slightly glazed over look. Clearly not fully attentive to the world around him either.

Thomas would say it was a good day, and he sighed as he relaxed in the driver's seat, a warm smile on his lips. 

  “I love you guys so much.”

Janus hummed and a smelly mumble came from the others. making Thomas smile a bit bigger.

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Changing (5)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, X-MEN, DEADPOOL

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  Sequel to Name Calling

After merging with your bloodthirsty alternate personality things start getting a little dicey. You’ve got two decades worth of anger to sort through, a feral mutation to figure out how to live with, a biological father who you hate trying to teach you control and if your wedding planner suggests teal for the bridesmaids again you might just eat her liver.

Luckily you have Bucky Barnes by your side, helping you figure things out. What Bucky doesn’t know is that you have found an outlet for the uncontrollable rage, one that absolutely nobody can know about. If your friends and family knew that you were out slaughtering people in the dead of night while they slept, they might be a little annoyed. Wade Wilson is happy to keep your secret though, so long as you keep bribing him with Mexican food.

For as long as you could remember, all you had wanted was to be good. Now you’re seeing the temptation in the darkness.

Chapter Five - Ambitions

You prayed your nifty little healing abilities would be enough to heal you from this but you knew it was still going to hurt like a bitch. The airplane grew smaller and smaller as you hurtled towards the ground and you bitterly thought back to the events that had led you to this.

TWO WEEKS EARLIER

Erlo must have have crept in to check on you in the middle of the night and left when he saw Bucky in the bed. If he could beat Bucky to the bed he would leap onto it and refuse to move, curling around you protectively. Most times there was a fifty fifty chance you would kick Erlo out of the bed and let Bucky in, but you found it really hard to admonish Erlo for his bad behaviour. But when Erlo pouted because he’d been beaten to bed, you couldn’t kick Bucky out either.

The sunlight streamed through the open window and you shot a wave of irritation at Erlo downstairs as the light woke you. You could feel the warmth of Bucky’s body behind you and the steady rise and fall of his chest and you turned over to look at him. His face was peaceful as he slumbered and you used the opportunity to just look at him, drinking in the sight.

You absent mindedly stroked your hand across his bare chest as you admired him and it must have woke him because his breathing changed. His eyes remained closed and you knew he was trying to pretend he was still asleep. You lightly dragged your nails across his chest and smirked to yourself.

When he didn’t react you changed the path of your fingers so your nails lightly scratched over his nipples and a low rumbling erupted from his chest and he opened his eyes to sleepily smile at you.

“Morning Doll.” He rasped.

“Morning.” You smiled, giving him a soft chaste kiss and laughing when his lips chased yours when you pulled away.

“So, now I’ve been fired I don’t have any plans today.” You told him.

“Is that so? That’s a shame, because I have lots.” He teased.

“Oh?”

“I have to go with Sam and Steve to get our suits tailored.”

“That doesn’t seem like a lot.” You mused.

“Why, did you need your sidekick today?” He asked.

You giggled and his your face in his chest.

“So you saw that?” Your muffled voice enquired.

“Sure did doll.” He said, running his fingers up your spine.

You rolled onto your back and gave him the most suggestive look you could. He turned on his side and hovered over you, his hand running over your hip and down your leg. You sighed happily in contentment until he sat up and got off the bed.

“Well, don’t want to be pining over you so I should get ready for the day before you feel sorry for me.” He sarked.

You whined petulantly.

“You bastard. Robin would never blue-ball Batman!” You yelled, throwing a pillow at his retreating form which he batted away before slipping into the bathroom with a laugh and locking the door behind him.

You groaned and spread out like a grumpy starfish on the bed.

You idly wondered what you were going to do today and realized that your dad was right, you didn’t have many hobbies or goals. The only things you could think off to do involved other members of the Avengers or The X-Men or Wade. There was aloud thump on the balcony as Erlo leapt onto it and padded into the room and rested his large head on the bed and blinked at you.

You felt his curiosity and concern for your current state.

“I need a thing. A me thing.” You told him.

He tilted his head as he thought about it and projected a feeling of helplessness at you.

“Don’t worry boy, it’s not your problem. Why don’t you go and shred some more of Bucky’s shirts for me?” You asked him and he bounded away, the sounds of material being shredded coming from the wardrobe shortly after.

You stifled a laugh into the duvet and went back to your problem. The only way to find something was to look for it you decided.

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Cooking was NOT your thing.

The savoury muffins weren’t the worst thing in the world but they weren’t the best either and you were hot, sweaty, covered in flour and annoyed. You couldn’t imagine doing this every day, for fun. Thor seemed happy enough as he munched away at the fruits of your labour, after extracted a solemn promise from you that they were not laced with any kind of potion, truth or otherwise.

First Aid was absolutely not your thing.

You had begged one of the nurses in the medical wing to let you shadow her and after Bruce had signed off on it she had agreed, making sure you knew that you could watch with patients if they agreed and nothing else. After that she had given you and orange and some needle and thread and told you to practice sutures. You had managed to sew it to your sleeve, broken the CPR Dummies ribs when practising on it and accidentally knocked over a tray of equipment before you came to the conclusion that you weren’t cut out for it.

Training new recruits had not gone to plan.

None of them were brave enough to spar with you until you told them they could spar with you or with Natasha. They wisely chose you. Or not so wisely as it turned out. You left them nursing their bodies and their Ego’s after Steve stepped in to stop you insulting a young man by comparing his fighting technique to that of a drunk giraffe.

You were definitely not musically inclined.

You lined up youtube tutorials and tried your hand at learning to play the guitar but the stupid string kept breaking. It was only after your dad walked in on you strumming away and warbling at the top of your voice and actually paid you to stop that you gave up.

Being an assistant was a disaster.

You offered to help Darcy out with her tasks and she made you into The Avengers official coffee bitch, even making you get down on one knee so she could knight you with a rolled up bunch of blueprints. You got nearly every order wrong, broke the coffee machine and spilt coffee all over Darcy’s shoes and she promptly demoted you and threatened to find a real sword to lop your head off if you didn’t immediatley get online and but her new shoes.

Poetry was your Kryptonite.

You spent the better part of two hours hunched over a notepad, tongue between your teeth as you concentrated. You proudly presented your finished masterpiece to Loki who read it with a blank expression and then threatened to turn you into a slug if you ever, ever wrote poetry again.

I am like a cat

But a cat I am not

I am like a monster

But a monster I am not

I am like a demon

But a demon I am not

Do not fear me

I am a friend

I am like a hero

A hero I want to be

“I can’t do anything!” You whined to Erlo as the two of you walked around the grounds.

Affection was the only response he had for you.

“Ugh, and I have to go to School now.” You moaned to your faithful companion.

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“Hi dad.” Your voice was dripping with disdain.

“Princess.” Logan greeted you with gruff

“So what are you teaching me today, how to sniff out Scooby snacks?” You asked him.

“Oh, no let me guess. We’re going to become one with nature as we meditate our way to inner peace.” You interrupted before he could respond.

“Excuse me, Miss Stark? Um Deathwave?” You turned around to look at the young girl who was addressing you timidly.

“Hi there, are you alright sweetheart?” You asked, smiling kindly at her.

She couldn’t have been more than fifteen or sixteen and was practically vibrating with nerves.

“I just wanted to say I saw your interview and I really liked it. I think your right and I really want to see myself as a Queen. I’m a survivor and I’ll try to remember that from now on.” She told you and ran off.

“Huh.” You and Logan remarked simultaneously.

“I saw it as well. Was a good interview. You did well.” He said.

You didn't know how to respond. His praise wasn't something you craved but it wasn’t unwelcome either.

“There are a lot of kids here who went through that shit, maybe you should talk to them. They might listen to you.” Logan suggested.

It was like being struck by a bolt of lightning.

“I need to speak to the Professor!” You announced and ran inside.

You were excited as you pounded on the Professors office door. This was exactly what you had been looking for. Something you could do, something you could be good at and something that would help people.

“Come in Miss Stark.” The Professor’s called out amusedly.

“Professor I want to volunteer as a guidance counsellor.”  You practically shouted as you burst into the office.

“No.” He said.

“No? Why not?” You asked.

“Several reasons, you aren’t qualified for such a position. And I believe that while you could be an invaluable help to these children, you can play a much bigger role in their lives.” The Professor answered.

“What kind of role?”

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“You’re what?” Tony demanded.

“I’m a recruiter for The School. I’ll travel around the world, find these kids and help the adjust to life at Xavier’s. I’ll only be taking on the more extreme or difficult cases, dangerous mutants who are scared or suspicious of The School or in some cases, rescuing mutants who need it.” You told them.

You were met with an array of blank looks from the team.

“But you’re an Avenger....” Sam pointed out.

“And I will continue to be one. I’m not joining the X-Men. I’m working for Xavier as essentially a ‘buddy’ to help kids settle in. He’s also arranged for me to study to become a qualified counsellor.”You explained.

“But you’re still going to be an Avenger?” Clint confirmed.

“Yes. This is just going to be my day job. My thing.” You said happily.

Tony stood up and grasped your shoulder.

“I’m proud of you Kit Kat.” He said and pulled you into a hug.

“It’s the perfect thing for you Sestra, you will do so well.” Wanda added.

You met Bucky’s eyes as your dad released you and he was grinning at you happily, his eyes shining with pride.

“I’m glad you guys approve. Ok, I just stopped by to let you know.” You said, backing out of the room.

“Where are you going?”Sam asked.

“Um, Prauge. With... Logan.” You grumbled.

“You start already?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry though, I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

Eleven Days Later

The last though in your mind before your fragile body hit the ground was that team was going to murder you... once they scraped you off the ground that was.

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