Wolverine x Reader

Second Chance

You blindly stumbled through the thicket of trees. The moon was full and its silvery light was reflecting down on you. You clung to the few things your brain could remember. I am in the Canadian Wilderness. I am lost. I am bleeding. I need help. You repeated this over and over again as you continued to make your way through the trees. You had no idea where you going and even if you were going to find someone to help you. All you could do was hope.
Suddenly, your feet gave out you and you fell to the ground. You looked around and realized you were in a small clearing. You noticed about 20 feet in front of you was a cabin. It was lit on the inside and there was smoke coming out of the chimney. Someone was in that cabin. I'm saved, You thought relieved. Mustering up the last of your strength, you made your way forward as fast as your injured body would allow you. When you finally made it to the cabin, you steadied yourself and stood upright. You weakly knocked on the door. I hope someone heard that.
By some miracle someone did, "What-" the man began, annoyed. The door opened to reveal a man. He was very well built and had black hair that seemed to spike slightly at the edge on both the left and right side of his head. His hair seemed to continuously spread down the sides of his face to form a slight beard. His expression was one of confusion, shock, and concern.
"Please, help me." you pleaded. You looked down at your stomach. You had been holding your hand there to stop the bleeding, but that wasn't working. You lifted your hand away to reveal it covered with blood. You really didn't like how much blood was soaked into your clothes and how much was on your hand.
The man continued to stare at you. He seemed unsure as to how to proceed.
You began to feel the effects of exhaustion and severe blood loss. You felt shaky and unstable. The edges of your vision were dulling and darkening. Soon, you faded into blackness.
*POV Change*
The girl standing in front of me looked worse for wear. She had scratches and small, newly forming bruises all over her body. Her clothes were tattered. Her (Hair Color) was matted to the sides of her head. On the right side of her head, there was a small trail of blood, making its way down the side of her face. Her (Eye Color) eyes looking glassy, unfocused, and exhausted. When she spoke it was weak, hoarse, pleading, whisper. She lifted her shaky hand to reveal a nasty looking gash that ran the entire right side of her stomach, and a lot of blood on her hand. It looked as if it had been bleeding for a while.
I stood there, trying to figure out what to do. Soon her already pale face became an even more sickly shade of white, her eyes rolled into her head, and she began to fall sideways. I lunged out to grab her before she crumpled to the ground. I managed to catch her by her arm. She dangled from my grip like a ragdoll, limp.
I quickly brought her inside. I laid her down carefully on the carpet, and ran to get whatever I could to stop the bleeding. There wasn't much. I grabbed all the rags, various articles of clothing and some random napkins. I pressed down forcefully on the wound, hoping that I could stop the bleeding.
~Time Skip~

You slowly became aware of the darkness around you. Your previous numbness to the world was slowly fading away, revealing a small pain in your side. You opened your eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the room.

The room was a simple grey colored room with a beige carpet and a large window with white, billowy curtains that hung lightly against the panes of glass. Rays of light spilled into the room, making the overall feeling of the room brighter. You slowly sat up, but immediately plopped down on the bed when a pulling sensation in your side. You looked down at your side and saw that there were bandages wrapped around your torso. You also noticed you were in a fresh pair of clothes, a simple white t-shirt with some grey sweatpants.

You sat up slower this time and brought yourself into a sitting position. Then, you carefully stood up and walked forward. Walking was slow going and very difficult to do, due to your stiff, wobbly legs. When you got to the door you grabbed onto it, as if it could save your life. After gaining your balance, you turned the door knob and exited the room.

The hallway was massive with a grand feel to it. There were a various number of doors on each side of the hall and a staircase off to your right. You slowly made your way forward, almost tripping over your own feet. You continued on until you reached the stairs. You hesitantly made your way up the stairs, not wanting to fall and hurt yourself more. About halfway up, a bell rang. It sounded like a school bell. Soon, the entire hall was flooded with people, teens to be more exact. They some walked around you on the stairs and ignored your presence. You stood there confused. Who are these people?

"Oh, you're awake," you turned to see the same man from the cabin. He walked past you down the stairs, "Come on, let's go."

You followed him down the stairs. The people parted ways as he walked by, giving him a clear aisle to walk through. At the bottom of the stairs, he went to the left. You noticed this area was less crowded and had fewer doors. He opened a door and went in. Not knowing what to do, you quickly followed. There were stairs that led even farther below. Why are there so many stairs? You wondered. As you descended the stairs you could see a florescent white light coming from a partially opened door. Inside you could hear people talking.

"You can't be serious." You heard a woman say.

"Isn't that a little farfetched?" You heard the, now familiar, man's voice say.

"When she gets here we will see. But, I'm not wrong often am I?" You heard another man say. His voice was soothing to you, though you weren't sure why, "Speaking of which, she's outside of the door right now."

The voices became hushed. You figured since your cover was blown, you might as well come in. You were honestly scared and nervous. You didn't know any of these people, let alone who you were. You pushed the door open to reveal four people in the room. One was a woman, with long red hair and slim angular features. She was wearing white lab coat and gave off an air of extreme power. There was another woman who had short, shocking white hair. Her face was gentler than the other woman's, and she seemed to give you a look of empathy. Another person in the room was a man. He was older than the others and was in a wheelchair. His presence alone calmed you, it seemed like he was doing that on purpose. The fourth person was the man from earlier.

"Hi. My name is Jean. What's your name?" The red haired female asked gently.

You thought for a minute, and then responded, "I don't know." This fact scared you. How could you not know who you were?

The woman, Jean, came up to you and took your head in her hands. She tilted it to the left, "You must've hit your head harder than I thought."

"Hit my head? What do you mean?" You asked confused.

"Do you not remember anything?" Jean asked.

You shook your head, which really didn't help the headache that had revealed itself, "The only I remember is stumbling around and finding his cabin, then waking up here."

"Hmm." was Jean's response.

"Oh," said the other woman, "I'm Ororo, but people call me Storm."

"That's an interesting nickname." You quipped.

"I guess you could say that." She smiled.

"I'm Professor Xavier. Most people call me Professor." The older man said.

You gave the man a small smile. You turned when the familiar man started talking, "I'm Logan."

Everyone was silent after that. It seemed no one knew what to say. You avoided the awkward eye contact and took the time to look around the room. The room was styled like an interrogation type room. It had a metal table, two chairs on opposite sides, and a very out of place cabinet on the back wall. The only thing that differed was that the there was no two way mirror, only blank white walls and a linoleum tiled floor. The room was average sized. Which meant it was slightly too small for five people.

"I would like to try something," you heard the Professor ask, breaking the silence.

You turned to face him. "What do you want to try?"

"I would to see if I can retrieve your memories." He said.

You didn't think it would work. That you could get your memories back just like that. But, you didn't want to waste an opportunity to find them again. "Okay." You said hesitantly.

The Professor smiled, "Come here, please."

You approached him, kneeling in front of him so you would be eye level with the man. The Professor brought his hands out, and slowly put his hands on both sides of your head. "Now, please, relax. I'm going to look into your subconscious to find your lost memories." After he said that, it felt as if your brain was pulling outward, out of your skull. Then, nothing.

*POV Change*

"Do you think this will actually work? I don't doubt The Professor's abilities it's just that there seems to be something more to this." I stated.

"I don't know," Jean said, "There is something more about her, but I don't know."

We all stood in silence. Until The Professor spoke, "I can't seem to access her memories."

"What?" Jean asked.

"There's something blocking them. I can't figure out how to get around it."

"Can you get anything, Professor?" Ororo asked.

"Only a couple things I'm afraid." He stated.

"Which are...?" I said.

"(Name)." With that he took his hands away.

*POV Change*

You opened your eyes feeling hazy. They all looked at you with a strange look. "Did you figure out who I am?"

"Yes and no." The Professor stated.

"What do you mean?" You asked, really confused.

"We figured out what your name is," Jean stated, "it's (Name)."

The name immediately clicked and you knew it to be true. "Anything else?" You asked curiously.

"From what I could see, you are twenty years old and I have confirmed something else." The Professor stated.

"What?" You and the rest of the people in the room said at the same time.

"You are in fact a mutant." He stated.

"What's a mutant?" You asked confused.

"It means you have powers kid." Logan said.

"Powers?" You asked.

"Yes. We just need to figure out what they are." The Professor stated.

They all looked at you. They continued to stare at you until you stood up and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

"We want you to show us your powers." Ororo stated.

"I don't know how to use my powers. I literally just found out I had powers. How would I know how to use them?" You asked.

"I have a way to find out." Logan said. There was a chink noise, like when you take out a sword. You looked down and saw six metal claws sticking out of his knuckles. Everyone, but The Professor, stared at him wide eyed.

"Logan? What are you doing? You can't be serious!" Ororo exclaimed.

He ignored her and began walking to the other half of the room where you were. You continued to stare at him wide eyed, your heart accelerating. He has claws?! Logan continued walking until he was right in front of you. He raised one arm, his claws glinting in the florescent lighting. At this point, your heart was doing gymnastics in your chest. Is he going to kill me?! He let a war cry and began to swing his arm down at you. You screamed bloody murder and put your arms in front of you. As if my arms will protect me from getting sliced in half! You screamed in your head.

That's when it happened. You felt a shudder run through your body and then pure force shoot from your palms. You heard gasps and then a loud crash and some crumbling noises. You opened your eyes, realizing you had closed them, to see Logan in a pile of what used to the wall, the girls looking at you in shock and awe, and The Professor looking at you with approval. Logan sat up to reveal that a piece of the drywall was sticking out of his head.

"Oh my god!" You screamed, "I'm so-" You stopped when you saw him rip out the drywall, leaving a gaping wound. But, after a few seconds, it closed shut. It looked as if nothing happened. You just stared at these people. Who are these people?!

"Are you okay?" Ororo asked, concerned.

You closed your eyes, trying to block out the mental picture of that wound. But it didn't fade. The thought made you nauseated. You slowly backed up to the wall and slid down it, "I think I'm going to be sick." you whispered. You leaned your head against the wall.

Everyone was quiet for a minute. Then the two women shouted at, almost, the exact same time, "What the hell, Logan?!"

*POV Change*

"You wanted to see her powers didn't you? Mission accomplished." I said.

"While giving her a heart attack in the process." Jean said.

I looked over at (Name). She sat at the bottom of the wall with her leaned against it. She looked like she was going to hurl. "You okay, kid?"

"No." She groaned.

"I think that's enough excitement for one day. I'm going to check her stitches and then find her a room." Jean said.

"She's staying here?" I asked.

"Of course, she's in no condition to be out on her own, especially with her new powers. If she's not trained correctly, she could hurt a lot of people." Jean stated. With that Jean helped (Name) up and left the room.

*POV Change*

You weren't really aware of what happened afterwards. Jean led you to a different room to check your stitches and change your bandages. While she did that, you calmed down a little. When she took you to the room you woke up in, you noticed how late it had gotten; the sun was barely poking over the horizon and was dipping fast.

You quickly got into the bed. Who would've thought that having amnesia and knocking people through walls would be tiring?

"Good night, (Name). I'll come to get you in the morning for breakfast." Jean said.

"Good night." You managed before slipping into the dark comfort of sleep.