who's the keener now?
Sure, you had seen the X-Men around before. Fighting crime, saving lives, the typical superhero stuff.
It was like watching your favorite cartoon, only if your cartoon was a lot more gruesome and obtained a lot more sexual innuendos and sexual in-your-end-os than a normal kids show would.
And like any other individual on Earth-616, you had your favorite characters. Whether it be Charles Xavier himself or Kitty Pryde, there were just so many to choose from.
So why would your favorite not be Jubilee? A girl who can create and detonate energy plasmoids, brilliant balls of light that resemble fireworks? Pretty neat.
She’s also your best friend, coincidentally, and what’s better than your own personal cheerleader being a part of the X-Men?
Occasionally she would invite you to stay in Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters and watch them train. She was mentored by a man named Wolverine, who supposedly had a skeleton made out of adamantium. He was cool, but more than that, he was hot.
He may have been a century or two older than you, but who’s that stopping?
“Jubilee,” Wolverine paused after you walked into the door. “You.”
“Hello.” you grinned, his eyes meeting yours.
He shot you a quizzical look. “Here to watch?”
You nodded.
Jubilation set her bag on the ground and began to train with Wolverine. It was hard to keep your eyes off of him, and you had to remind yourself that this was your friend’s teacher for fuck’s sake. Not only that, but he couldn’t be short of 141 years old now, could he?
He was also a hero, and didn’t have time for flings with girls such as yourself.
“Helloooo?”
Jubilation was waving her hand in front of your face and looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
“Sorry, what?”
“Logan’s asking you if you want to try training.”
“Me?”
“It’s almost like she’s talkin’ right to ya, bub.” He said, his arms folded.
You’d be lying if you said the thought of Wolverine on top of you didn’t make you at the very least a little excited.
He was sweating slightly, and his arms were practically bulging out of his sweatshirt. The smell of his cologne hung rich and heavy in the air, mingled with the smell of bergamot, and black China tea, and a faint inky scent of camphor. Quite the intoxicating scent, no?
“I’d love to.” you whispered, your answer barely audible.
Logan almost laughed in your face. “Quite the keener. I won’t go easy on you.”
“I can take it,”
You watched as he raised an eyebrow at your response before huffing out a slight laugh. He rolled his arms back and beckoned you over.
How were you going to go about this again?
Did you even try to think it through?
You stepped forward and blindly threw a punch right at his face (quite the reach, he IS 6’3 after all). Before you could even make contact he grabbed your wrist and threw you onto the ground.
It hurt.
And you liked it.
He fell on top of you instantly, raising his fist back and his claws extended. They were only inches from your nose, and he pushed slightly towards you, barely grazing your skin.
You two stood still for a moment, just looking at each other, silently. You felt there was tension, but you weren’t sure if you were imagining it or not. Logan retracted his claws and stood up before running his hand over his hair, his classic “cat-ear” haircut slicked into place.
“Couldn’t even last five seconds?” He scoffed, tugging on the collar of his sweatshirt. He pulled a cigar out of his pocket and walked to the nearest door.
You turned to look at Jubilation and her jaw was basically on the floor. “Um..”
“Did you see that?” you asked, your heart basically jumping out of your chest.
“Fucking yes, I saw it!”
She brought you down to a couch, eager to discuss what just happened. “The way you guys-”
There was a really really loud bang.
Maybe one that resembled a gunshot, perchance?