You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, and when you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there.
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You can feel the emotion building inside as you step off the jet. You're minutes away from seeing Natasha again, seconds away from laying eyes on Bucky, the man who tore your heart out. Logan trails closely behind you, his presence bringing you a modicum of comfort. The air had been thick with tension during the flight in, words desperately needing to be said but left unspoken. You're met by an unknown agent on the helipad who escorts you through the once familiar compound in silence.
Logan had stepped in front of you the moment you entered the compound, partially obscuring you from prying eyes. He had to have felt the tension radiating off you, the barely concealed dread fighting its way onto your face. You had vowed to stay silent through the meeting, content for Logan to do the talking, and to retreat to the offered rooms as quickly as you could.
Nearing the meeting room, you can distinctly hear the voices of the assembled Avengers. Bucky's low bass resounds in your ears, pulling up images of softly murmured words, hot touches, and sweet promises in your head. The wall inside your mind is crumbling with every step you take toward him.
Stopping briefly before the door which will bring you face to face with the people you had no wish to see again, you take a deep breath and nod for Logan to turn the handle. Swinging the door open, the conversation halts abruptly. All eyes swing in your direction and you steel yourself so as not to flinch. Logan takes a stance which has him appearing larger, a warning growl leaving his chest as he instinctively senses the other predators in the room.
You clear your throat, shoving Logan lightly at the small of his back. He moves cautiously forward, fists clenched tightly as he scans the room. Your eyes are downcast, trying frantically not to see Bucky. But it's no use. His soft voice caresses your ears as he calls your name. Eyes shut tightly, you let out a whimper, pain lancing through your mind when you feel the last remnants of the self-imposed wall falling down.
He walks toward you, arms outstretched, seemingly to embrace you; to hold you once again. You take a step forward, the pull so strong you you can't ignore it. You need to feel him again, to breathe in his scent, to hear that velvet voice wash over you once more. Your breathing is coming out in short, fast pants, fingers twitching with the need to reach out and touch him..
Logan growls once, halting your movement by harshly pulling you backward and shoving you behind him. His touch grounds you, lifting the fog from your mind only now noticing that he has unsheathed his claws. They glint maliciously in the fluorescent light. It sobers you instantly and you reach for his hand, brushing a light touch to the inside of his wrist. The tension tightening the muscle in his shoulders relax minutely. His breathing evens out as he slowly retracts his claws, leaving the middle one to retract last about which you say nothing and chance a glance Bucky's direction.
His eyes are hard and cold, hands balled tightly into fists. He's staring intently at Logan, challenging him, lips curled into a snarl. You know this is about to escalate. You can feel the hatred they share for each other. The hurt. The pain.
Tugging gently at Logan's wrist, you pull him backwards. He relents and takes a step, the venomous look never leaving his face, until he looks down at you. A protective hand is suddenly splayed across your ribs, the move a possessive on that reminds you of the things left unspoken on your flight here.
Sighing you turn your attention to the sergeant. "James," you finally acknowledge.
His eyes snap to yours, mouth opening and closing, searching for something to say. He settles on your name. "(Y/N)"
That one word, so filled with emotion, you feel as though it will suffocate you. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. Ducking your head, you trying to make yourself smaller, needing out from under all this scrutiny. Logan comes to your rescue.
"Can we get on with this?" he asks, irritation bleeding into his tone. He pulls you toward an empty seat and forces you into it, choosing to stand behind you, arms folded across his chest. The look on his face a warning no one can fail to understand.
Steve, having come to his feet with the near brawl, sits down in the closest chair. "Let's get this meeting started," he replies as everyone settles.
You drift, barely paying attention to the debate raging around you. That horrible voice has been needling you for the past half hour. Begging you, pleading with you to attack. Avenge. To take revenge on the ones who broke you. It's been getting steadily louder every time you chance a glance at Natasha. White hot rage sears a path through your veins, urging you to kill. You could. With a just a flick of your fingers or quirk of your brow you could easily take out the one who hurt you. But you bite down on the rising rage, and try to focus on the conversation happening around you.
Scraping chairs catch your attention. Logan taps you lightly on the shoulder, and you realize you've missed the entire thing. You stand abruptly, needing to get out, get away from these people. Logan's attention is caught by Steve, leaving Bucky free to grab your hand. The touch sends you into overdrive.
"(Y/N)," he pleads. "Talk ta me." His free hand cups your chin, forcing you to look at him. Then, he gently runs his thumb across your lip. His eyes are soft, the blue so deep, as he opens his mouth to speak.
"Back off, bub!" Logan's voice cuts through the moment, sending you plummeting back to reality.
"An' who the fuck are ya ta tell me what I can and can't do?" comes Bucky's angry retort.
Logan harshly drags you back, thrusting you out of the way as animalistic growls leaves him. "I'm the guy who's gonna rearrange that pretty face of yours," he replied mockingly. His claws singing as they reappear.
He takes a hard swing at Bucky who ducks out of the way, aiming a kick at Logan's unguarded legs. Logan grunts and tries to slash a cut into Bucky's side, but is blocked by Bucky's metal arm. A punch connects with Logan's face and jerks his head back, sending him careening into the conference table. He spits blood across it and wipes his mouth. A smirk plays on Logan's lips as he pushes up from the table and launches a full body attack at Bucky, who is woefully unprepared for an angry Wolverine. Bucky falters under the onslaught and you can feel yourself break at the thought of them killing each other.
Rage boils over, lifting you off the ground as the power flows out of you. Hair whipping across your face, a hurricane surrounds you, and you don't feel human anymore. A hollow laugh forces its way out of you, causing Logan to snap his head around. His eyes are wide with fear.
Lifting your hand, you fling Bucky through the opposite wall, immune to the pained whimpering noises that leave him when he makes contact with the ground.
Logan is moving toward you, his skin burning with every step. "Come back," he pleads, eyes filled with emotion. "This isn't you! You are not Jean!"
You can hear his mind shouting... don't make me... not again... but it means little. Laughing harder, you extend your power toward him, cutting at his flesh, the darkness of what you are seeping out of you in waves. The rest of the Avengers can do nothing but cower under the strength of your might and you revel in their fear.
"Come back to me, (Y/N). Fight the dark," he says in a small voice, pain filling every syllable.
Arriving before you, the weight of his plea snakes it's way into your mind, wrapping itself around your consciousness. Memories of that fateful day when Logan had to kill the one he loved has you faltering long enough to drop toward the floor, giving Logan the opportunity to do what he must and shove his claws through you. Pain rips through your body, bringing you back to yourself, reigning in the insatiable rage you felt just moments ago.
"Logan," you whisper, vision tingeing black at the edges.
Tears are streaming down his face as he clutches you tightly to his chest. His voice is hoarse, no louder than a murmur, repeating "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," over and over, until your vision goes completely dark and you hear no more.
