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Chapter 1: A Valentine's Surprise


Logan, K, and the Barton boys did eventually head back home — making sure to get there before Christmas so the boys could have the full experience of the entire X-Men clan together around the big Christmas tree. It was the biggest Christmas they'd ever had, and they clearly loved it.

But in the weeks after that… it was non-stop work. At least for Logan.

The Avengers had just come in from a run, and Logan had been bouncing back and forth between both teams heavily over the past couple months. More so than usual. He never could understand why Hydra insisted on doing more around the holidays, but they did. Which was fine, if not for the fact that most of the stupid anti-mutant groups had the same idea. And if that wasn't enough … a hot tip had come in from Yukio. Fisk was back in town after months of working overseas.

It was too much to pass up. He had to move on it while he could.

"You literally just got here," Jean said, one eyebrow raised, from the doorway.

"And I'll be back before you know it," Logan said, ignoring the look Jean was giving him. Particularly since he wasn't entirely in uniform. "This is a quick one."

"Every time you say that, I swear, you end up with an army after you and two months of fighting behind you."

Logan stopped and held both hands out at his sides. "I really don't know what you're talkin' about, Jeannie. I got word in from a friend. The window is small."

"You just got married not that long ago."

"You don't say." Logan shook his head at her with a little smirk. "What's that got to do with it anyhow?"

"Well, shouldn't you be spending more time with them?" she asked pointedly.

"Which team should I drop?"

"That's not…" Jean shook her head. "I'm just saying."

"She knew what I was involved in and she married me anyhow. If you knew what this was — or how important it was — you wouldn't be lookin' at me the way you are," Logan said.

Jean let out a huff. "Well, fine. I'll just steal your boys," she said.

"Good luck gettin' 'em from K. They said they had plans."

"Of course they do," she said, shaking her head. "More fun with you, though. I'm sure."

"Don't let Slim hear you say that," Logan called out over his shoulder.

"Not what I meant and you know it!"

"No I don't!" Logan closed the door behind himself and made a quick rush for his Jeep. It had been a while since he'd been to town the old-fashioned way, and it was still just a bit too cold to not get pulled over for riding the motorcycle in the snow and ice. But after that … it was an easy ride in.

When Logan got to where Fisk was conducting business, he was in the wrong part of town for the Japanese Yakuza that Fisk usually worked with, so at least the Hand shouldn't bother him too much on this run. That … would have made Jean right, and it was more than Logan wanted to listen to, frankly.

When the first group of lowlifes left, Logan stood up to step out of his hiding spot, but a little sound caught his attention and had him pausing. The next group that came forward wasn't the drug dealers he was used to seeing around Wilson Fisk. This … this looked like a semi-legitimate businessman — if not for the pack of tracksuit-wearing thugs around him. To put the cherry on the top, Fisk's personal manservant had a toddler in his arms who was clearly related to the businessman — which really just put this on a whole new level of psycho. Even for Fisk.

Logan didn't even realize that he was almost holding his breath as he watched things fall into place — every muscle tensed and ready to strike out at the first sign of trouble.

"It's really so simple, Mr. Bishop," Fisk was telling the nervous-looking businessman. "It was absolutely clear when you joined the Board exactly what was expected of you. And here I find you keeping separate books…"

"That had nothing to do with you," the man — apparently Bishop — insisted. "That was to keep my wife's nose out of it."

"Yes. I did hear about Colorado. Such a tragedy."

Bishop frowned a little harder and shook his head. "I didn't want to do it."

"Mr. Bishop, I didn't come to find you to talk about your wife or her knowledge of your membership. I came because the Board doesn't tolerate members who deal under the table. We built our circle on trust, you see. And I have to trust that you won't turn around and sell your soul to the next devil with a deal."

"I'm not double dealing," Bishop promised. "I'm just trying to keep my girls safe."

"Yes." Fisk glanced toward where the little toddler was hiding in Wesley's chest — apparently trusting him more than the guys in tracksuits. And Logan could see now that there was a girl just about three years older on Wesley's other side — though she'd been pretty hidden until that point. "Your girls will simply have to serve as collateral until we can come to a more equitable agreement on the matter of your less-than-stellar bookkeeping."

Logan pulled his cowl over his head as the conversation wore on. No reason to do this halfway. The uniform would be enough to let the peons know he meant business anyhow. "That's enough, Fisk," Logan called out before he dropped out of the rafters. "You're not going to touch those kids."

Fisk glared at Logan a moment before he ordered his men to deal with the issue and clapped one hand on Bishop's shoulder to turn him. "We'll continue this elsewhere."

Logan didn't even hesitate to start fighting, though with two little girls in the room, he wasn't going to make it bloody if he could help it. Watching Fisk walking away was more than he could handle, too. Especially considering the last time they crossed paths. And he wasn't going to let them slip away.

He waited for the girls to be just out of sight before he let loose with a snarl and quit playing nice, rushing through them to follow. "You can't run, Fisk!" he shouted, sure that he was heard when the guards between himself and Fisk paused in the fight.

"Don't be idiotic," Fisk said, obviously to his men. "Stop him before the rest of the Avengers show up."

Logan heard the order and doubled down on his speed — though it was taking everything he had to keep the red line back. Especially with how cocky Fisk was being. He wanted to warn these idiots off, since clearly, if they were going against the Avengers, they were likely in the wrong — but by the expressions half or better of them were wearing, they already knew it.

And while Fisk and Bishop had no issues trying to slip out while the men fought Logan, Wesley was a little hampered by the two girls. The older one wasn't fighting or saying anything as Wesley pulled her along, but the toddler was positively pitching a fit.

"No, no, no, no, no," she said, tipping over nearly out of Wesley's arms trying to get away. "Nevengers! We gotta go wit Nevengers!"

"We're not going into that fight," Wesley insisted, obviously annoyed and hampered by having to deal with both girls, which really just prompted a whole round of "no"s from the little girl that Logan could hear from where he was.

In the center of the fight, Logan had gone entirely into his meditative zone, ignoring the bullet wounds and simply incapacitating as many men as he could — though when he got close to one of the guys with a heavy rifle, he switched tactics fast and with a snarl as he charged him and sliced the gun to ribbons. It was just a matter of time before he got away from the assault, and when he did finally break down enough of them that the rest scattered, Logan was absolutely a growling, bloody mess — but even at that, the snarl was easily seen even behind his mask as he stalked toward the guards tightest around Fisk. "I still owe you one," Logan said, his focus clearly locked onto Fisk. "But I'm gonna give your men a chance. They can get out now and be able to walk out of here and stop bein' a lowlife. No reason for them to go down with you."

There were a few that took Logan up on that out of sheer self-preservation. Among them was, of course, Bishop, who was trying clearly to distance himself from the mess — but all that earned him was a few seconds' distance before one of the men who had stayed shot him, presumably to keep him from going to the police or witnessing against them.

"Dad!" It was the first time the older girl had said anything — and it was decidedly higher-pitched and more terrified-sounding than her baby sister.

"Cover your eyes, girls," Logan said as he rushed toward the guy that had shot Bishop, and though they did, they didn't miss the sound of more gunfire — and some very angry shouts from Fisk that went hand in hand with a whole lot of very scary, very low, loud snarls.

And then, very suddenly, things went quiet, and Wesley found himself with two whimpering girls on a totally silent street.

"You harm one hair on their heads—" Logan started to say before Wesley cut in.

"I have no intention to," he said firmly, even going so far as to set the younger girl down. "In fact, I'd be glad to be relieved of my, ah, attachments."

"That's good to hear," Logan said as he pulled out his comm — and reached out to a local friend. "Pretty sure you won't have any trouble with Fisk again." The comment was directed to the person on the other end of the line, but Wesley did not look pleased to hear it. "How long'll it take you to get to that big ugly warehouse Fisk owned on the river?"

Wesley narrowed his eyes for a moment and pressed his lips together. "Past tense?"

"You hush," Logan said to him. "Let the hero types figure out which jail you belong in."

"You in tru-bble," the younger girl whispered, her cheeks stained with tears but the beginning of a troublemaking smile on her face, though her sister was almost frantically shushing her.

"You girls okay?" Logan asked.

The older girl hid behind Wesley, but her sister was grinning and nodding and holding her arms out to Logan. "You fix Daddy, right?"

Logan let out a sigh and crouched down to the little girl's level and pulled what remained of his cowl off. "I've got help on the way, but I can't fix that, darlin."

The little girl pushed out her lower lip and lost her wide smile. "You Nevenger!"

Logan nodded at that but kept his expression level. "There are some things that even Avengers just can't fix."

For just a second, the little girl's expression wavered before she darted forward, away from Wesley, and positively buried herself in Logan's shoulder with a terrified little sob that almost drowned out her sister's scared, "Katie, no!"

Logan took a moment to gently wrap her up in a bear hug and quietly told her she was going to be alright. "I gotcha kiddo."

Katie's big sister was still hiding behind a fairly annoyed Wesley, though she was also very quietly crying — but too scared of Logan to get any closer. Which was the sort of scene Matt wasn't expecting when he arrived.

"Hey," Logan said, though he kept right at Katie's level, looking up at Matt. "They were using kids as collateral."

"Yeah, I wish that surprised me," Matt replied, though he tipped his head toward where the older sister was with Wesley. "Want to explain … that?"

"He was the one keepin' track of 'em."

Matt's mouth was a thin line, and Logan could see all the signs that he was mad, but when he went to where the little girl and Wesley were, his body language was forcibly open as he crouched down to her level. "Hey, it's alright," he said gently. "No one is going to hurt you."

"There's a lotta blood," the little girl said.

Matt smirked. "Yeah, there is," he said. "But we can find you someplace safe, alright?"

The little girl looked between Wesley, Matt, and Logan before she settled on her sister and gulped and nodded. "No… no p'lice."

Matt paused. "Why not?"

"Daddy says they take us 'way," Katie whispered to Logan.

"We won't let anyone take you anywhere you don't want to go," Matt promised.

"I drove here," Logan told Matt. "If they'll agree to it, I can take them to Westchester."

Matt nodded and tipped his head to Katie's older sister. "I'm going to take care of the bad guys, but Wolverine is my friend, even if he's got a little blood on his clothes. You can tell him it's gross; he's not a girl, and he's bad at looking pretty."

That finally got the little girl to giggle, and she nodded. "Yeah, he is."

"So, what do you say?"

She bit her lip and then, very slowly, she nodded. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I can do that."

"I'm not too far down the street," Logan said as he pulled back from Katie just a little bit. "You wanna walk, or do you need to be carried?"

The little girl rolled her eyes, finally looking a bit more like her outgoing sister. "I can do it."

"Yeah? What about you, half-pint?" Logan asked Katie.

Katie glanced up at Logan and then smiled lightly and latched on. "Susie can walk," she muttered.

Logan smirked but was sure to give her another little bear hug, since she was insisting on snuggling in. He turned toward Matt and Susie and shook his head. "You can call me Logan."

Katie giggled at that. "I'm Katie."

Logan smirked at her again. "You girls hungry? We can stop on the way."

Susie shook her head. "Not s'pposed to eat what strangers give you."

Logan nodded at that before he quietly offered her his hand. "Susie, right? Well … if you don't want to trust me yet, that's fine. Do you like any of the other Avengers? You can call them and ask if I'm alright."

Susie bit her lip and nodded. "I… I like Cap'n Marvel."

Katie stuck her tongue out. "She likes her cuz she's new and a girl."

"I like her cuz she's a whole lotta fun." Logan replied as he pulled out the phone that Stark insisted they all carry. He crouched down so that Susie could see the contacts and let her scroll down to Carol's picture — which was a candid one without her mask on.

Susie glanced up at Logan, bit her lip, and then started to bounce a little bit as Logan let her hit the call button. "Wow, wow, wow," she whispered before Carol had even picked up.

"Hey, spitfire," Logan said once Carol answered the call. "I have a young lady here that needs to know if it's safe to travel with me for an hour."

It was clear that wasn't exactly what Carol had expected from a call from him, but she quickly caught up. "Yeah, sure, put her on."

Logan wordlessly handed Susie the phone and sat back on his heels to wait, even with Katie still holding on tight. He watched as Susie whispered a quiet 'hi' into the phone — and then watched her eyes get wider and wider until she was positively giggling by the time she handed the phone back to Logan.

"Yes, I promise I'll bring more money to poker next time," Logan said once Carol had taken a minute to let him know what she thought of all the missed opportunities to bleed his wallet dry.

Katie giggled and latched onto Logan a little more. "So… we gonna see 'Nevengers?"

"I can promise you'll see one more for sure," Logan said. "He's on two teams with me too."

"Oooh, who?"

"Big furry fella gets called Beast a lot," Logan said as he started to walk with them.

"Ooh, he's blue," Katie said. "I see'd him. I see'd him on TV!"

Logan looked over to Susie. "I'd bet that Carol won't let it drop until she comes to meet you, too. After a phone call like that, she's gonna want a face to go with the check-in."

"Really?" Susie asked, her eyes lighting up. "Really really?"

Logan couldn't help but chuckle. "She doesn't get too many chances to give me a hard time."

"Um, she's the best Avenger," Susie said with a little sniff. "So there."

"She's my favorite too," Logan told her.

"My fav-wit's Wasp," Katie put in with a smile. "I wanna fly like her!"

"Then you're in luck," Logan said. "She likes to say hi to the kids at the school.'

"Katie's not big 'nuff for school. She's two 'n' a half," Susie said, wrinkling her nose.

"Then she'll have to spend some time with the other little girl there, but she's a lot smaller," Logan said.

"Like … like a baby?" Susie asked, her eyes wide.

Logan nodded; the Jeep was within sight now. "Yeah, her name's Rachel."

"That's pretty," Katie said, snuggling in a little tighter so her head was under his chin.

"My family has a dog that'll pester you if you like animals, too," Logan told them.

"I like dogs!" Katie said.

"Nuh-uh. I like rabbits," Susie said, sticking her tongue out. "My Kindergarten teacher has one!"

"What do you think of horses?" Logan asked them as he opened the door to the Jeep.

"Ooh, I love horses!" Susie gushed. "Mom let me ride a pony last summer!"

"My wife loves to help little girls learn how to ride," Logan told them as they got settled into the backseat. "There's a blanket behind the seat if you're cold. Least until the heat kicks in."

"Thanks. My ears're froze," Katie said, even as Susie was the one to get the blanket.

Logan waited to be sure they were both snuggled in before he climbed in himself and started up the car to get rolling. Neither one of them seemed to be too bugged about the ride, giggling at the bouncing around every time they hit a bump or turned a corner fast. And when they got to Westchester, he took both of them down to see Hank first thing. "Hey Blue — got a minute?" Logan called out. "I got a couple friends you probably need to say hi to while I get cleaned up."

Hank looked up with a smile that turned much warmer when he saw the two little girls. "What have we here?" he asked.

Susie had turned shy again, but Katie waved with one hand — even though she refused to let go of Logan's shirt with the other. "Hi. We came wit Wolver-neen."

Hank smiled widely as he got closer to the two little girls, making a show out of adjusting his glasses. "You'll have to tell me how he got so lucky as to find two precious little girls."

"He didn't find us," Susie said quietly. "He found bad guys and we were there." She was almost unconsciously moving closer to Hank — and away from the bloodier Avenger.

"Oh, well that makes much more sense," Hank said, nodding solemnly. "Would you let me make sure you're both healthy and well? Once we're done, I always provide my wonderful patients with a Twinkie — and then of course, there is a bit of a feast upstairs as well."

"I'm not real hungry," Susie admitted, though she did pick her arms up so Hank could pick her up and set her at eye height to check and make sure no harm had been done to her. When Hank pulled out his stethoscope, she held her breath and leaned forward. "We… we got away but… but my Dad got hurt," she whispered.

Logan met Hank's gaze with an expression that clearly said 'wasn't me' before he caught Katie's gaze. "Can you let Hank give you a check over while I get the blood off? I'll be right back."

Katie's smile faltered, and she looked scared for a second before she shook her head and reattached. "No goin'."

"Alright, I won't go anywhere," Logan promised as he got comfortable. Hank let out a breath and crossed the room to at least give Logan a wet cloth to clean his face up.

"For the other small residents," Hank said.

"Katie's weird," Susie said, rolling her eyes.

"She's little," Hank said quietly. "And Logan scares the bad guys just like he is."

"He scares me a little," Susie admitted quietly, hugging her arms and looking small.

"he won't be quite so scary once Katie lets him clean up," Hank said, resting a hand on her shoulder.

Susie nodded for just a second before she seemed to follow her sisters lead and simply attached to Hank and started to very quietly cry and tell him everything that had happened. Everything from the bad men coming to her house to the scary men with guns to the fact that someone had shot their dad…. All of it came out with little hiccoughs as tears and snot got in Hank's fur.