Buenos Dias! Good morning, or night? Just good (insert time of day you are reading this. :D ) Anyways I have decided to add another chapter to this story. It was intended as a one shot but someone suggested a flash back and I liked the idea. So thank you for that :) thanks R, alchemists19, SakuraPheonix13 and rawsharpii for reviewing. Thanx ya all! You guys are awesome.
I then realized that this is probably the first Diana/Logan pairing that has been posted and it also encouraged me to continue with this story. So here you go. enjoy!
Diana's POV:
The morning is filled with the usual sound of echoing voices as I enter into the pristine cafeteria located on the Watchtower. Walking up to the buffet styled serving stand, I grab a white plate and choose what seems to be the most appetizing for me. Once I am finished I make my way toward a small booth that is located on one side of the room, ignoring all the appreciative glances thrown my way from the men scattered about the dining area when they think that I'm not looking. Long ago I realized that they weren't worth the time it takes to try and explain that I didn't appreciate what they did and that if they didn't stop I would most likely smack them upside the head. If Logan were here with me, they wouldn't dare act so unprofessional. Once they spotted him striding next to me they would immediately nod their heads respectfully and divert their attention elsewhere. It hadn't taken long before Logan became a force that no one wanted to be up against. He was well respected and even admired among superheroes. Sitting down comfortably I pick up the sound of a very familiar voice belonging to a certain League member. Flash. Cocking my head to the side I can't help but eavesdrop in on his conversation
"Man! I can't believe we didn't get to see the rest of what happened yesterday. It was just getting good." He whines with a Lantern's deep voice answers in reply. "You know that Bruce has all the security feeds under his control, allowing for him to shut them down temporarily. Besides they deserved their privacy. It wouldn't have been right to intrude." "Well what about me? Don't I deserve my entertainment?" Flash asks, crossing his arms across his chest and tapping his foot on the ground impatiently. John just shakes his head in exasperation, before taking a drink of his coffee. Wally snickers a little as he continues to talk. "I can't believe you lost the bet to Shayera. Again." John sets down his cup and leans back in his chair. "Yeah we'll this is the last time. Now she won't stop bugging me about her fifty bucks." "Sure. You do that, just like you said you would stop, ten bets ago. I told you Wondy would win, but no. You didn't want to listen to the Speedster. You don't listen, you pay the price." I ignore the rest of their chatter and raise a perfectly shaped brow in interest. Shayera bet that I would win. That meant she believed in my skills as a warrior whole heartedly enough to take the risk of losing money. Despite the feeling of annoyance at the fact that Shay had done what I had asked her not to do, I can't help but grin to myself. One things for sure though. Shayera now owes me twenty-five dollars.
A looming shadow falls over me and the table top before someone stealthily slides into the seat across from me. I take a refreshing drink of my iced mocha before setting down my cup and smiling at my visitor."Have a good time with Kal?" I ask before resuming my eating."Yeah but there's something about that guy thats so... So..." "Boy Scouty?" I offer. He smirks at me, his fang like teeth glinting in the light. "Yeah." He replies. I chuckle at that."That's Kal for you. Always goes by the book. You'll get used to it. I like the new suit by the way." I say, nodding my head at his yellow and blue full uniform and cowl. "You look so sexy." I add while rubbing my foot along the side of his leg. He grins at me widely, revealing his fangs even more. "Do I now?" He asks huskily. A shiver runs through my body at his tone and I lean forward with a smile."uh huh." I murmur to him, tucking a strand of thick, black hair behind my ear.
"Hey Wolvie! Wondy!" A voice pipes up abruptly from beside us. I break eye contact with Logan and turn to face the cheerful intruder."Morning Wally." I reply with a grin, masking the disappointment at having been interrupted. "What's with the name calling kid? It ain't right. Unless its from me of course." Logan huffs out, staring daggers at him."Try telling him that and make him understand at the same time." John comments from behind Flash."Believe me, I'll make him understand completely." Logan snarls slightly, extending the claws from his left fist meaningfully. The slight spark of amusement visible in his eyes lessens the harshness of his words. Wally suddenly chuckles nervously, a little unsure about how serious Wolverine is at the moment. "That won't be necessary Logan." Wally mutters while rubbing the back of his neck and inching closer to my side of the table.I'm about to question John on Shayera's whereabouts, in order to catch up with her and of course question her on hat happened yesterday when a sudden sound of blaring alarms go off.
Jumping up from my seat I jog out of the room, followed closely by Logan, Flash and John as we race to the Monitor womb. Wolverine easily keeps up with me, his steps in tune with my own. I listen to the rhythm of his heart, capturing his scent and breathing it in easily since he is so close to me. The sound of his heart pumping sound and strong in my eardrums relaxes me. It is something that we had agreed to do one night. To memorize each others heartbeats and store it in our own hearts for safekeeping. He could pick me out from a crowd of thousands of people without even seeing me and vice versa.
Entering Flashback:
It is almost as if I am going through a time portal. Four years ago this very same thing occurred, and it had changed my life immensely. The alarms had been crying their high pitched shrill screeches then as it is doing now. Alerting us to a new threat. The lights painting a murky red glow along the white walls of the rooms and hallways. Steel enforced doors sealing any unnecessary passageways in order to limit the amount of entrances an intruder could use to force their way in. Gears turned on and hummed to life as they prepared any and all weapons located on the JL Watchtower in case of an extreme emergency.
Me, and a few other founding members had been the only ones onboard at the time. All the other JL members were scattered amongst the universe as they helped other galaxies with the aftermath of a brutal war. A war that had involved the death of half of a once thriving planet and the destruction of an uninhabited moon. We were all on rotations, thus the reason why we were here and not lending a hand with the others. No matter how large the devastation in another galaxy was, someone always had to keep an eye on Earth.
Both Superman and I had been the first to enter the monitor womb, followed closely by Flash, J'onn and lastly Batman.
"Status." Batman barks out commandingly as he stalks through the doors without a single glance in my direction. I furrow my brows in irritation as he ignores me completely and comes to a stand next to Kal. We all scan the video feeds thoroughly, assessing the damage and the importance of this threat.
Alien-like birds pollute the sky as they scavenge and tear through anything and everything in their path. Blood smears their rock like figures and drips from their blearily metallic beaks. They are stocky, but are noticeably strong as they tear a steel car in half without much effort.
Batman then turns to face me, his voice cool and indifferent.
"Wonder Woman are you at all familiar with these creatures?" I dare not look Bruce in the face less I reveal any unprofessional behavior towards him. Yes, he and I have been going through some very major issues but that does not give me the right to lash out at him in public. I cast my eyes upon the screen, racking my brain for any spark of familiarity. I shake my head "no" before risking a glance at him from the corner of my eyes. His gaze is narrowed as he boldly glares at me, apparently noticing my agitated state. He prepares to take a step toward me, his lips parting slightly in order to speak.
Thankfully J'onn steps forward, cutting Bruce off from coming any closer to me and to prevent any arguments that would most likely break out between The Dark Knight and I.
"Thank you J'onn." I communicate to him telepathically, bowing me head slightly in a gesture of thankfulness. "You two have to resolve your issues on your own time." He answers in return. "Besides I have a feeling that you are not prepared to have a full confrontation with him just yet." His deep voice filters through my thoughts, startling me slightly. Dwelling on what he has just said some more I realize that it is indeed true. The thing with J'onn is that you can always count on him to understand how you feel, even if you yourself don't. I can't help but smile wanly to myself, which agitates the Bat all the more.
J'onn turns to face Bruce. "Nor have I ever set my eyes upon the likes of these creatures Batman. Whoever is behind them and their invasion must have created them him- or herself." The Martian Manhunter voices out loud. Superman nods his head in agreement, but I manage to catch a glimpse of him eyeing Batman and me somewhat curiously.
"They give me the creeps, it's as if they came out of a horror movie or something." Flash shudders, repulsed by the animals appearances and appetite for human flesh.
"I say that we go down there and try to contain the area before they begin to spread like a wildfire while simultaneously evacuating any civilians that we may come across." I say, crossing my arms over my chest and inclining my head to the side, practically daring Bruce to reprimand me in some way.
"Agreed." J'onn says, before walking up to the Monitor Wombs control pad and entering the required coordinates in order to transfer ourselves down on earth.
"Transporters are ready, let us hope that these creatures are our biggest concern for today." With that being said, Kal, J'onn and Flash manage to slide unto the transporting pad first and disappear in a flash of bright white light. Bruce walks up beside me as we to step unto the transporting pad. Just before I press the button in order to send us down, he grips my forearm tightly and leans in closely to my ear."We need to talk." He growls lowly, his warm breath tickling the tips of my earlobe. I purse my lips in response and nod my head curtly, yet stubbornly I refrain from looking at him fully in the cowl. His grip loosens before completely disappearing. Only to reaper once more on my right check. He runs the back of his gloved hand down the side of my neck and utters one of the three most sincere words I have ever heard come from his mouth.
"I'm Sorry Princess." He breathes out softly.
Oh how I so badly want to turn to him and tell him that it will be alright. That we can work through this... Whatever THIS is, but I can't find it within me at the moment to do so. Instinctively my muscles slacken at his heated touch and I lift my eyes to finally look at him face to face. I don't utter a single word or sound but it is not needed, he can read it all clearly in my eyes. I communicate all the hurt, anguish, frustration and anger that has come to overwhelm me lately and I know without a doubt he knows.
His hand abruptly falls away from me and he takes a slightly stunned step back. Turning away from him, I slam my hand down on the bright cherry red button, wincing slightly in guilt as I hear the audible crack of the plastic breaking and splitting wide open. A fiery glow fills my vision, blurring out the now cracked button and then...
We are gone not realizing just how much this mission is going to change our lives.
On the ground:
I strike my right fist forward and with a sharp crack connect with the ugly bird's forehead. It's dark eyes roll back into it's overlarge sockets before slumping heavily to the ground and shuttering one last, desperate breath. This same routine has been going on for hours on end. Strike for the kill and hit for the count. They are intelligent and have even managed to anticipate some of my moves, forcing me to issue multiple complicated punches and kicks in order to throw them off balance.
As soon as we had touched down on the ground Bruce had immediately left my side, leaving me to ward off a flock of predators on my own. Kal, J'onn and Wally were holding their own but it was tedious work fighting off multiple flocks at the same time. Cut one head and two grow back. In my case it is more like four heads.
They attack simultaneously, clawing and scratching at my skin. Tearing into my flesh and causing blood to flow freely. With a snarl I tear them off of me, sending them flailing into the brick building across the street. Beside me Kal immediately pivots around and lets loose a pair of beams directly at the remaining survivors. Disintegrating them instantly into a pile of thick sooty ashes.
"Thanks." I breathe out, giving him a small smile, while wiping a trail of blood from the corner of my eyebrow.
"No problem." He replies before launching himself into the air -right arm outstretched, his left hand curled into a ready fist at his side- in order to assess the overall progress we are making from above.
My hair suddenly snaps fiercely around my face -lashing out at my cheeks like thousands of thin whips- as a blur of red and a hint of yellow rushes right past me. "HeyDiHowyouholdingupManthese thingsareuuugly." He says in a jumbled mess. Thankfully my enhanced hearing allows for me to differentiate his words and at least understand most of what he is saying. I smirk as his fists fly through the air, knocking multiple beasts to the ground. "Fine Flash. Thanks for asking." I barely manage to see him nod in reply before he zooms off to some other area in need of his heroic antics.
One by one the soulless creatures drop with a dull thud to the ground and remain unmoving. Whoever had the ability to create these things are surely going to be enraged at the great loss of these creatures. But I don't care. I am even a little relived to have something to hit right now. I am angry. I am frustrated. I am hurt. I am confused. And all because of one man. One man who I had thought that I finally had broken through his shell and toward his heart. Who I thought would appreciate my worth while efforts to completely understand find out who he truly was under all of his multiple mixed personas. In the end it just turns out that what I had uncovered each time was only another mask created for his own benefit. Every time I feel that I have even come somewhat close, I realize that it was only a lie. Promises have been broken on his part. Truths have been twisted and shredded to bits as they left his voice in the form of s lie. He may be an emotional wreck, but I have gathered that he doesn't even want to try and let me in. Although I get hurt in the end, I never am able to finally let go. I know that I should, but where will that leave me? Maybe I am just afraid that if I do continue to try and pursue him then I will never learn to move on, but if I don't then I will forever be stuck in this time zone of uncertainty of what could have been. Rage builds up like lava in a volcano within me, forcing its way out through every punch. Through every hit I make. Every kick and jab channels all my frustrations and I feel... Good. For once I actually feel somewhat better.
An animal like growl erupts from behind me and I duck just in time to avoid getting hit in the head. Crouching down low to the ground, I whip myself around, sweeping my leg outward in a wide arch. The animal stumbles backward, knocking itself into the other creature behind it and crushing it under its weight. Leaping up into the air I land heavily on its chest and snap my foot forward, connecting with its non-existing jaw. It lets out a cry of pain and manages to grasp the ankle of my foot with its clawed feet and throw me down unto the ground before jumping up on me. I quickly react by bracing the heels of my feet against its solid chest and throwing it off. A cloud of dirt explodes as it flys into the quint pet shop across the street. Satisfied once I realize that it will not be rising from the mound of debris it has landed in, I roll my weight unto my shoulders, swinging my legs upward and snapping them forward in order to throw myself into a standing position. Scanning the terrain, I am glad to find that at least half of the population of the bird-like carnivores have been successfully subdued.
My eyes lock unto that of J'onn and the band of predators ganging up on him. I promptly reach for my lasso, twining the gold coils between my fingers before launching into the air. I open my mouth, preparing to release a warriors cry when something -other than my intended destination- catches my attention and forces me to come to an abrupt stand still. Squinting my eyes in confusion, I stare incredulously as a ghost of a human flickers before me... Then disappears.
Another form flickers beside me, but by the time I turn to investigate it is gone. Having disappeared into a thing of nothingness. Casting my gaze about the area once more, I realize that it is occurring everywhere. A flash of blue, a haze of black, a splash of red. They flicker like holograms in the air. Then out of nowhere a rush of sounds assault my sensitive ears. Audible noises of screaming, fighting, pain, chaos, and fear. It surrounds me on all sides, overwhelming me immensely. Electrical currents charge through the atmosphere, creating a great muffled sound of static. Shots of lightning run up and down the poles and metal wiring, creating small sparks of fire. My bracelets hum with energy, vibrating faster and faster, burning my skin slightly.
"J'onn!" I scream in my head desperately, looking for some explanation as to what is happening. But before I can receive an answer from him, they materialize out of thin air. Dozens of humans begin to solidify right before my eyes. Their faces and forms becoming crystal clear. It is as if they all had used the transporter in order to get here, but I know that isn't true. There is no way that they would have access to our transporter and even if they did, the transporter wasn't built to carry this many people across space. It would most likely overload and explode.
One by one they flash unto our world in a blinding light, glowing slightly before returning to their normal hue. Everyone stops in confusion, peering around in wonderment and shock. Fists are lowered, grimaces disappear, and anger disperses from them in an instant. They stare at us as if we were aliens, which technically some of us are. I grip my lasso even tighter, preparing for another attack. Studying them I realize that few are dressed in a type of uniform. Most of them are teens that look barely older than seventeen mixed in with a smattering group of adults, such as a dark woman with lightning white hair, and a strange man covered from head to toe in dark blue fur. One particular person catches my interest. Kneeling on the ground, he glances around the area with furrowed brows and slightly barred teeth. From here I can tell that he has a wild, almost animal like characteristic about him. His dark black hair is sported into that of a very unfamiliar style. The top part of his body remains barren of any clothing, the seams of his pants already tearing at the waist. Muscles taught, panting heavily he looks ready for anything that might be thrown his way. A fighter trained in the many arts of lethal combat. A warrior through and through.
His eyes lock with mine and I can't help but feel captivated by him. Dark, spirited eyes that seem to pierce into my very soul. A savage beast locked within the confines of his body. It sends a trail of heat through my body, surprising me. Abruptly I tear my gaze away from him and further study the other civilians. Non of them seem to match the same sense of behavior as the other, but they are guarded and ready in case something begins to spin out of control.
Everything is still. No one has dared to move or utter a single word, as if scared that they might trigger a bomb. Curiously, I hover slightly forward, chin raised and arms securely placed at my sides. I eye all three adults, assessing them and trying to find the more peaceful of the lot. Suddenly a loud crash explodes from nowhere, shaking the earth and throwing those who are standing on the ground off balance. I snap my head around,my eyes widening slightly as I come to realize the source of the sound. Buildings.
Buildings are also forming on this earth. I watch as sudden stretches of concrete rise from the ground, slamming into the original towers located around the city. Each and every building crashes into the other, sending cement and metal to fly through the air. Another wave of screams fill the air as civilians run in panic in all sorts of opposite directions. Our new visitors, apparently still somewhat confused and shocked at the sudden current events, remain glued to their areas, their eyes darting around nervously. Another quake shakes the earth, causing cement to crack and splinter wide open. Flash swiftly rescues a group of teens from being crushed under a gigantic Mc Donald bill board sign. Everyone suddenly seems to finally come to their senses and hurriedly try to find some sort of shelter.
Kal races through the air, incinerating any falling debris and snatching a small child from the middle of the street right as a structure collapses unto itself in a cloud of dirt. J'onn swiftly morphs into a magnificent dragon of many vibrant colors before leaping toward a large group of huddled youths and wrapping himself protectively around them. Shielding them all from any harmful flying objects with the tough, steel like scales on his gleaming hide.
Beside me an office building begins to shake violently, it's base becoming unsteady and insecure. One by one other buildings behind it collapse forward, crashing in what is known as a domino affect and colliding into the last structure. Running forward, I spin myself around and brace my back against the thick concrete walls, digging my fingers into the cement and bracing my feet on the ground where they begin to slowly sink into the earth below. "Go now!" I order the large gathering of people who are looking up at the structure in fear and panic. Readily, they obey, leaving behind any and all unnecessary items on the ground in their haste to get away. My muscles in my legs and arms strain as I continue to hold it up as a slow straggler desperately tries to flee. Gritting my teeth I push against the building, lifting all the others stacked behind this one and praying that I can hold them all for longer. "Hera give me strength!" I continue to push against them, slowly and steadily walking backwards. The heels of my boots crack into the sidewalk with every step I take, digging further and further downward. Suddenly the weight is lifted off of me causing me to stumble in surprise. Glancing beside me, I spy Kal and another young stranger pushing against the mound of towers also.
Taking a deep breath I nod to both of them in thanks and wipe the grit off of the palms of my hands. My eyes suddenly catch the sight of a familiar black figure, pinned beneath some rubble. Glancing upward I take note of the immense amount of debris falling and realize that the building is ready to fall, leaving no time for Bruce to move out of the way in order to avoid being completely crushed. "Batman!" I fly forward and come to a stop beside him. "Princess! What are you doing?" He growls out fiercely. I ignore him and swiftly lift the large stones of his legs. "Saving you." I reply evenly before gripping him about the front of his cape and throwing him across the street and out of the danger zone. Just as he lands in a heap on the road, the building finally collapses on top of me, muffling Bruce's shouting voice as he yells out my name and the sound of all the others cries of fear. Rocks beat against me, pressing me flush to the ground as I crumble to my knees from the extra pressure pushing against my body. Bones crack, skin breaks open, bruises form, Then everything is black.
So watcha think. This is not the end of the flashback but only the beginning. I'm planning on going into like let's say her and Logans first date. Do you have any ideas for that? I would love to hear about it. The third chapter should revolve around Diana meeting Logan for the first time and the explanation on how he got there in the first place. Just an important thing you should know. This only deals with the X- men universe so no Avengers :) Thanks again for reading.
-Tigress2929