A/N: Wow, all the favorites and follows! Thank you! Just wish you guys would review more.

As for a love triangle...haha, just because someone has a crush doesn't mean they always know it. Or do anything about it.


One Republic - Wherever I Go

Sarah Hartman - Monster Lead Me Home

Taylor Swift - I Know Places

The Chainsmokers - Something Just Like This

Jonas Brothers - Sucker (dude my comment on this has nearly 500 likes! see if you can find it.)

DNCE - Cake By the Ocean

Tegan & Sarah - Closer

Set It Off - Midnight Thoughts


Chapter 6, Wherever I Go:

Nervously, Holly patted lipstick onto her upper and lower lips with her ring finger. Logan, or at least her Logan, liked the red lip thing. A little mascara, shimmery green liner in a baby wing to bring out her eyes, and a vibrant red lip. God bless cruelty free, and vegan brands.

She went for a dress too, black, stopping just below the knee. Holly broke out her opera gloves (custom made, thanks dad), the ones that went up to her elbows, also in black. Nude stockings, low black heels. She tried for curling her hair a little but only got some semi-beachy looking waves in return.

"You're going to call if you're going to be late." Tony said, holding Jamie. "And if he so much as tries anything, you call me or Pepper."

Pepper, falling into the role of about to be the step-mother of a thirty year old, helped to rangle Tony when he started in. "Tony, Holly is old enough to-"

"I know, but a gentleman would come up stairs and meet me first."

"You've met Logan, Tony." Pepper supplied.

"Not this Logan. Different timeline, different man."

There was in fact a knock at the apartment door. Holly answered, fully expecting Logan. It was not Logan. Steve stood there instead, holding the first two Harry Potter books she loaned him Wednesday after the movie.

His brain misfired for a second, which was something considering his brain wasn't supposed to do that. Holly looked...the word pretty seemed to be not enough. Elegant. "Hi," he said awkwardly aware that he had been staring at her.

"Rogers," Tony, oblivious, called from the kitchenette, "You're an old timey gentleman type. Please tell my daughter that a gentleman would come upstairs and meet her family."

Mildly confused, "What?"

Holly sighed. "My husband and I are attempting a date. My father," she cast a glare over her shoulder at Tony, "is making up for lost time and going overboard on the overprotective bit."

Oh. That made sense. He bypassed getting into it. "I brought back the first two books."

Holly took them back with a big smile. "Do you want Prisoner of Azakaban, or are you done?"

"I'll take the next one. They're quick reads."

"Yeah, until book four sucker punches you." Tony said, joining them at the door. "And book five slaps you then kicks you while you're down. By book six, even I cried. Don't talk to me about book seven. I'm still angry."

Steve tried to picture Tony crying. Or angry with a book. The images just didn't seem to want to come together. Somewhere beyond the doorway a phone buzzed with an unfamiliar upbeat song. Something about where is the love in...he flushed a shade of pink. He'd known music had changed but that was new.

Holly vacated the doorway to grab it before her father could start up again. She picked up while taking the books back to the shelf.

"I hate Panic at the Disco." Tony muttered. He let Steve in and handed him Jamie. The baby snuffled a little figuring out a comfortable spot, then reached up to touch Steve's face.

"Hi, are you nearby?" Holly asked.

"Downstairs." There was a rumble of an engine in the background.

Holly bit her lower lip in anticipation. "You brought the bike?"

"I brought the bike." He confirmed. Remy was right if the interest in her voice was any indication.

Tony gave Steve a significant look. "She's too much like me with fast things."

Holly shot him another glare and mouthed, Be quiet! "I'll be down in a minute or two." She grabbed her jacket, sweater and clutch after ending the call. "I'll be home by midnight, I promise, no pumpkins or mice in my pockets." She planted an air kiss by Tony's cheek and then one by Pepper's.

She gently relieved Steve of Jamie who had been gurgling at him and touching his nose. Holly handed Jamie back to Tony. "Don't foist the boys off on unwitting help." Holly pressed kisses to both boys. "Mommy's going out." Neither seemed to mind or care too much.

Tony scowled, or at least tried to. "He knew what he was walking into."

Holly grabbed the third book off a shelf and handed it Steve then hooked her arm around his. "Come on soldier, walk a girl to the elevator so her father doesn't try to." She pulled the front door behind them. "You really don't have to," she said in a low tone.

"No, it's fine. I was going to anyway. Dangerous hallways here in Stark tower."

"Oh the snark Cap, I like it."

The elevator came and they both got on. Holly's eyebrows went up. "And where are you going?"

"Crossing one off the list. Cuban food."

"Ropa de vieja, and Fried plantains called maduros. You can thank me later."

"I'll add it-" He began.

"To the list." She finished for him.

A private laugh between friends.

"You know, a gentleman would have come up to get you." He felt like he needed to say it.

"Mmm," she nodded, "but a smart man doesn't leave his vintage motorcycle unattended on the streets of Manhattan."

She made a good point. The elevator came to the ground floor, Steve put his hand out. "Ladies first."

"Thank you," she stepped out and he followed.

In the foyer there was the evening security guards, Bill and Jack. Steve waved at them. He noticed Holly did too. The evening receptionist, Amanda, wasn't at her desk. Steve felt a tiny, if a bit guilty, wash of relief. He'd already said no to her advances. Twice.

Holly nodded to a man on a motorcycle just outside. "That's Logan. Do you want to meet him?"

"No helmet?" He asked as they walked toward the revolving doors.

"He has one, he just doesn't like using it. Besides, his mutation is regenerative. Even if he was thrown off and got hurt, he'd be up and repaired in minutes."

"I have to talk to Bill," he said, though it wasn't the absolute truth. He did have to talk to Bill, but it could have waited. Had Steve been more honest with himself, he might have realized why he didn't want to meet the man who Holly was trying to get to know again. He liked having someone to talk to.

She patted his shoulder gently. "Enjoy dinner!" Then she going outside.

Steve watched through the window while she wrapped her scarf around her hair and then donned the helmet. Logan helped her onto the bike, and to be honest Logan looked a lot older than Holly. Older than Tony. The bike sped off into the night with the familiar roar of an engine.


There was a sneaking suspicion in her head that this date wasn't all Logan's idea. Her husband's idea of romantic was their weekend getaway to Lake Erie and camping in Presque Isle. She'd been pregnant at the time, around four months so it wasn't entirely as fun for her as it was for him. More like uncomfortable in the humidity. Though crossing off sex under the stars (repeatedly) from her bucketlist had been fun. The water had been nice and going to Sarah's for greasy food was good too. Picassos on their last day was mind-blowing.

Her reasoning came from a couple of very specific clues. The first, when she chose a vegetarian dinner for herself and appetizer he'd been surprised. It was all over his face. The second, when he saw the prices, he balked. She could almost hear him swearing mentally at the person who gave him the idea. Third, the robin's egg blue dress shirt was not one of her husbands'. That was either new or borrowed. Fourth, and final, he asked her what kind of wine she wanted to drink.

Logan, much like Dracula, didn't drink wine. They had a bottle of Tennessee Rye for those nights when they couldn't go out, but wanted something to share in bed. Besides a half dozen orgasms and dirty talk.

"A dry riesling," she said and waited for him to figure out what that meant.

Remy. She'd put every penny of her father's money on it. She loved the cajun, she did. He was a romantic at heart, but he was also a nosey asshole. She took her phone out, and typed with the heat sensitive pads of her gloves to Rogue, Your ex is meddling in my marriage.

Her phone buzzed less than a second later. He's a dick. Followed by a frowny face. Her phone buzzed again. Ivy said she'll yell at him later.

Let him know next time, I'll call Wade.

LOL. Nice.

Holly settled her phone back where it was.

"Checking on the kids?" Logan asked feeling uncomfortable in the monkey suit. At least he didn't have to wear a tie.

"No." And that was all she said. She sipped the white wine and watched him over the edge of the glass.

"You don't eat meat?" He asked.

She set the glass down, "No."

He was drowning here. "Why'd you agree to go out with me if you don't want to talk to me?"

Without breaking eye contact Holly held up one hand and slid off the glove. She put her arm out, but not on the table, palm up. "What else did Remy tell you to do tonight?"

Shit. "You like the Professor?"

"No, but I don't need to be to remember he tends to meddle." She curled and uncurled her fingers. "I'm psychometric." Holly nodded at her hand. "One of the more specific psychic abilities. I touch you and I know everything you did today, yesterday or might do tomorrow." Then she waited patiently for him to take the hint.

Hesitantly, Logan put his corresponding hand out to her and curled his fingers around hers. He'd only seen her do this once. At the time hadn't been paying much attention beyond the strange woman grabbing his hand and having a convolution with a nosebleed. This time she didn't convulse, just like in the elevator.

Her eyes rolled up to the whites for about a second, then she let go of his hand. "I'm going to beat his ass black and blue," she muttered and began to pull back on the glove. She removed a hankie from her clutch and dabbed at her nose.

Blood stained it white.

"Do you bleed every time you touch someone?"

"Every time." She told him.

"How the hell did we have kids?"

"We had sex without using birth control. In a car. My leggings were a mess with you and me all over them when we got back to the school."

The couple next to them stared at her. Logan, had he been someone easily embarrassed, probably would have asked her to keep her voice down. He wasn't though. "Go back to your food." He said to the guy. Logan turned his attention back to the woman he was married to. "The kids weren't a plan."

"No, but it wasn't like they were unwanted. We were together. Period. You had an engagement ring for me. Even made sure it was all ethically sourced so I wouldn't have a horror show in my head when you did give it to me."

His gaze dropped to her fingers. No ring. He met her eyes wordlessly.

She pointedly nodded at his ring finger. "Neither of us are jewelry people. I wear them for special occasions and when I'm out with my friends. I may not be your type, but I am a lot of other men's type."

An image came back to him. A memory. Holly sitting on a bar stool in his - no they're favorite haunt by the school. Evergreen eyes on him playing pool. Some kid, probably twenty something from one of the colleges in the area offering to buy her a drink. Logan watching from the pool table with a knowing smirk. His wife could handle herself.

'Hey,' the kid said to the bartender, 'get the lady another.'

'No thank you.' Remy was right, she did sip whiskey.

Undeterred, 'I'm Paul.'

'I'm married.' She held up her hand with the solid white-gold band.

He looked around. 'Don't see your husband anywhere.'

'Didn't see the big guy at the pool table? Leather jacket, white t-shirt, jeans, boots that could stomp your ass into the ground?'

The boy shook his head and leaned on the bar next to her. 'He left you alone to play pool? I'd never do that.'

Logan hit the eight ball a little too hard. It made a cracking sound that caused a lull in the conversational din. Didn't disturb Paul though.

'Paul, you don't seem to be taking my not interested cues at face value, so let's try this again. Tonight, I'm going to go home with my husband. We're going to pay the babysitter and then he's going to make me come at least three times before we go to sleep. I might even give him head first. Do you see how you're oedipal complex features nowhere in my night?'

Logan, having won, dropped his pool cue on the table and made his way over to his wife. The kid, at least half a head shorter than Logan, less broad with the survival instincts of a suburban flatscan looked up at him stinking of fear. He looked down at the boy and said gruffly, 'Beat it.'

The kid went. Tail between his legs.

Logan took the seat the boy had been occupying. 'Just three times?'

She put both hands on his thighs and leaned in to brush her lips against his. 'I could have told him about your recovery time being ninety seconds, but I didn't want to completely break his ego.'

He took the initiative, pulling her into his lap, the barstool protesting under them. One hand in her hair, tilting her head back, making her moan into his mouth. They were that couple and he was damn proud of it.

A hand waved in front of his face. "Where'd you go?"

His brow furrowed, the bar was called O'Malley's in his timeline. "You and me go to a bar by the school?"

"Mahoney's, yeah, sometimes on a Saturday night when we can get a babysitter."

Again with biting her lower lip. Something in his brain went haywire whenever she did that. He could feel himself getting hard. He would have bet all the money he had on her doing that when he was inside her.

"Why? Did you remember something?"

"Something," he said right before he spotted the waiter with their food. Why the hell he paid so damn much for parking and dinner, he had no clue.

After they left the restaurant and he asked, "You want to go back to Stark tower?"

"What, you're taking me home already? I thought this was a date? Aren't you supposed to try to get into my pants or something?"

"You want me to?"

"I have no idea how this works. I've never done this before."

"We didn't date?"

"No. We knew each other because we teach together. You thought I was kind of hot, but antisocial, thorny and sometimes rude. One thing led to another and we both realized that we wanted this to go somewhere so you kept on touching me and I let you." She rolled her shoulders as they waited for the valet. For her it was their history. How they lived and loved. Their version of normal.

For him it was: What the fuck had the other guy been thinking? Logan didn't enjoy hurting people. He defended himself, he defended others, but he didn't enjoy it. What made the other guy want to be with a woman he had to hurt every single day?

His bike rumbled low rough as the valet, who clearly enjoyed driving it, pulled up. Holly's scent shifted as she bit her lower lip. She got hot for the bike, huh? He could work with that.

He grabbed the keys and tipped the guy a five. She was already winding that pink scarf around her head and neck. "You want to go for a ride?"

The way he said ride. Holly felt her bits go warm. "Maybe."

He held out the helmet to her. "That's not a no."

She put the helmet on, then climbed onto the bike behind him. Her fingers locked over his middle. "You're right, it wasn't."

Logan merged and took off into the late Friday evening traffic of Manhattan. Her thighs tightened against his, her arms flexing as she leaned into the turns with him. Her hands moved and for a moment he could have sworn she was teasing him. Then he slowed for a red light and her hands stopped. He glanced at her over one shoulder, but the helmet made her expression unreadable. The light turned green and they were off again. The teasing started up again a breath later. The fingers of one hand drew a lazy circle around his navel and the other drew agonizingly slow lines down his chest and stomach. If she wanted to play, he would play.

Disappointed, Holly pulled off the helmet when the bike stopped outside Stark Tower. Some ride. She got off the bike. That didn't-

Logan, in a very fast move pulled her to him. He ducked his head and gave her a rough, bruising kiss as payback for teasing him. When he pulled back her dark green eyes were unfocused. He nipped her lower lip once. "Invite me up."

God she loved it when he got aggressive, and spoke to her with that low rumbling almost but not quite growl. Her knees nearly gave. She wet her lower lip right where he bit her and said, "Come up stairs?"

He started to get off the bike.

"Parking garage."

Logan gave her a look.

"The bike. You have a spot down in the sublevel. We can take the private elevator back up once your parked." Then she added with a quick jump in her heartbeat, "For the night."

He held the helmet back out and Holly got back on. She gave him directions to the lower level with the Tony Stark fleet of cars that probably cost enough to rebuild the tower twice over.

She wasn't kidding. He had his own parking spot. It had his name on it.

What he didn't count on was Holly's daze of desire clearing out for a more rational, if still moderately hot and bothered state of mind. She smoothed her skirt and unwound the pink scarf while he parked after stopping to let her off. Holly made a few decisions during the couple of minutes it took to do that.

She was not going to sleep with him for one. For another, if he wanted to stay, he could sleep on the couch in the living area. Holly watched him climb off the bike with her lower bits humming about that fine ass of his. Maybe she'd let him get to second base.

Then he gave her that look. The one where he was quite clearly trying to picture her without clothes. Maybe third base.

She held out her hand to him and he took it. Holly lead him around a wall, and pulled off her right hand glove. "Evening Jarvis." She put her other hand on a scanner that appeared when that British guy spoke through whatever speaker was above them.

"Good evening Holly."

Logan looked around for the cameras. They were either so small he couldn't see them or they were well hidden.

The elevator dinged as it opened.

"Would you like me to inform Mr. Stark that you've both returned?"

"No, thank you Jarvis."

"Who is that guy?" Logan asked.

Probably second base and no further. "Jarvis, Logan's had some memory issues lately. Would you please reintroduce yourself?"

"Good evening Logan, I am Jarvis, Just A Rather Very Intelligent System."

Dumbfounded, "He's an AI?"

Maybe not even second base. The private elevator was faster than the average elevator. Two minutes and they were on the habitat floor.

Logan noticed that she'd lost that heat in here eyes by the time they stepped off the elevator.

"Last door on the left." Holly supplied in a low tone. "My dad and Pepper babysat tonight so the boys are probably already asleep." She put her key in the lock but found the door opening up from the inside.

The last person she expected to see was Steve. Her brow furrowed, "Did my dad wrangle you into babysitting?" She asked in a whisper.

He put his finger to his lips, and ticked his head toward the couch. Tony and Pepper were asleep, her head on his chest and a number of toys and stuffed animals scattered on the floor and couch around them. Holly took out her cell phone and began snapping pictures.

Logan, however, stood next to the other guy warily.

Holly smiled at the other guy once she was done with taking pictures. "How did you get drafted into babysitting? I thought you went out?"

"I came by afterwards," the guy said, "and your father handed me Jamie again. Tommy gave them a run for their money."

"Yeah, he's fussy sometimes." She dragged the scarf off her neck. "They're both down for the night?"

"Around ten thirty," the blonde guy said equally quiet.

"And you survived how?"

"Jamie has to be the most well behaved, sweet kid I have ever met. I read him a book and gave him a bottle."

"That's because he takes after me. Tommy," she put one hand on Logan's chest, "takes after his father."

The blonde guy put out his hand to Logan. "You must be Holly's husband Logan. I'm Steve Rogers."

Logan shook the offered hand, applying a little extra pressure than he needed to. He was making a point. Or rather he was making his territory. He did not expect to receive equal pressure in return and a very steady gaze from blue eyes that said try me.

Holly, of course, was completely oblivious to it. She was crouched by her father. Gently she tapped her dad's nose with her ungloved hand. "Hello sleepy head," she murmured to the dark eyes that opened. "The princess is back from the ball."

"Holly," Tony blinked a few times remembering he was sleeping on his daughter's couch. "How did it go?"

"Logan's going to crash on the couch tonight so he can spend the day with the kids tomorrow."

Pepper, now awake, yawned. "All of the guest rooms are on the twentieth floor are all unoccupied. They're probably a lot more comfortable than a couch."

Tony almost kissed her. He didn't have to be the obvious cockblock. When Pepper sat up, he did too. "What time is it?"

"Five after eleven."

Good. She was home early.

"Thank god tomorrow is saturday." Pepper said rubbing one eye.

"Hey, babysitting my kids is good practice for you two. You'll know what to do when you finally get around to giving me a sibling."

Both of them went completely still. Pepper had the grace to blush.

Holly tapped her own temple. "This wizard sees all and knows all."

Steve smiled a little. He got that reference.

It might have happened because they touched her both at once. Or it might have happened because she had alcohol, and her powers were less constrained than they were when she was sober. Either way, when Tony pressed a kiss to her forehead to say good night, and Pepper touched her bare arm before giving her cheek a kiss Holly got a glimpse of their future.

Her little sister Morgan. The wavy hair did come from her father's side of the family. Unlike Holly, the little girl's hair was lighter brown. Probably because her mother was a strawberry blonde where Holly's mother had been a sandy blonde. Brown eyes, and a tiny smattering of freckles. She wouldn't be able to pronounce Holly's name until she was about three. Before that was mostly 'lee' and no hol.

"Morgan," the name fell from Holly's lips a half second before her eyes rolled up into her head.


Next chapter...rating change maybe? Possibly? Might be? I dunno. Depends. Maybe you guys want that, maybe you don't. Sound off if you want that?

Remember, this is not the same MCU in the movies. Things will change because there are X-Men here. :)