Weird Science

Both Logan and Kitty were led to a white room with drains on the tiled floor. There were four open stalls with dividers between each section and a shower head above. Both sat down on a bench, still clothed, when a very pretty woman in a hazmat suit started checking Logan's vitals.

"Why do you get the hot nurse?" Kitty whined, waving her hand towards the woman.

The edges of Logan's mouth twitched up and he asked, "Do you want to switch nurses?"

A very tall man in a yellow hazmat suit walked up to Kitty to get her vitals. The man was attractive and Kitty smiled as she turned to Logan and said, "Nevermind, I'm good."

Logan looked up at the man and snorted. "Really?"

"Oh, yeah." Kitty nodded and winked at the nurse. She raised her arms up and smiled. "Strip me down, Dr. Sexy."

"Actually, I'm scrubbing him down," The nurse pointed to Logan. "And she's your nurse."

Kitty put her arms down smiled at Logan smugly. "I'll take it."

Logan shook his head as the male nurse led him to a stall. "That's not fair."

"Too bad, so sad." Kitty said. Her nurse put her in the stall next to Logan, who was stripping off his clothes. She took off her shirt while the nurse cut off her pants and started taping a bag over her cast.

"Do you mind me asking what this is?" The nurse asked Kitty, running her finger over a star-shaped scar on her stomach.

"It's from an ice pick." Kitty answered.

"Only one visible scar and it's from an ice pick?" Logan fought very hard to not peak at her to see the wound as the water in his shower flipped on.

"I wouldn't let Evelyn fix it." Kitty said. "She wanted to, but it was a Christmas present from when I was a kid." There was silence as what she said sunk in.

The dividers kept Kitty from seeing anything lower than the middle of Logan's chest, much to her disappointment. The water turned on and Kitty peeked over the divider best she could. "So, I see the comic book wasn't too far off." She noted nonchalantly as her nurse started to scrub her body. "Neither was Hugh Jackman."

Logan looked at her face over the divider and asked, "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Have you seen Hugh Jackman? Hell yeah, it's a compliment." Kitty trilled her tongue as she raised her arms up over her head per the nurse's instruction.

Logan's height gave him the perfect view of her body when his eyes flicked down. "I see that you don't look like your comic." He figured, since she started it, he was allowed to look as well.

Kitty paused. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" She asked, her voice dangerously low.

Logan's nurse shook his head, trying to warn Logan to be careful. "Well, yeah. It's like you said, your version wasn't realistic at all. You're much more proportionate."

"Oh," Kitty pressed her lips together as her nurse scrubbed her back. "Gee, thanks. That's exactly what I'm going for." She sassed. "Proportionate."

"Well, not like that," Logan tried, realising his mistake. "I mean, you look...Nice." His nurse shook his head and made the 'cut' motion across his neck.

"Maybe we should just not talk." Kitty suggested, turning around.

Logan looked down at the nurse, who nodded his head at Kitty's stall. "Well, you said that I look like my comic book version." He tried.

Kitty sighed and started to wash her hair with the shampoo the nurse gave her. "Your version is hot and muscular and actually resembles you." She pointed out, closing her eyes as she washed out the shampoo.

"Your character is sexy." Logan insisted, watching as the water ran down her body in rivulets. She massaged some conditioner in her long hair and he found it hard to take his eyes off her.

"But apparently, I don't look like her." Kitty clipped. There was a tense silence and both nurses had to fight from laughing at their small spat.

He paused before nonchalantly saying, "I see the artist missed your tattoo."

Kitty turned around and glanced up at Logan, who was still watching her. "Why are you looking at my tattoo?"

"I just noticed it, that's all." He shrugged as the nurse handed him some shampoo.

"Oh, you just happened to notice the tattoo on the side of my ribs?" Kitty retorted. "Barely an inch away from my breast?"

"Well, it's quite a distinctive tattoo." Logan said as he worked the shampoo into his hair. "Catches the eyes."

Kitty looked over the barrier at his body, making sure he could see her repeating his actions. "I see you don't have any unit tattoos."

"Been in too many units." He answered as he rinsed out the shampoo.

"Yeah, that's right," Kitty nodded her head as the water shut off. "I keep forgetting that you're old." The nurse gave her a towel and she started drying her hair. "Sarge's unit tattoo is on his ass."

"That does not surprise me." Logan's water shut off as well and he started drying himself off. "Wait," He paused, looking over at her. "How do you know his is on his ass?"

"We haven't had sex, if that's what you're asking." Kitty rolled her eyes. "Although it's not for his lack of trying. We got the tattoos together when he was discharged. I'm just glad my corset protected mine from being burned."

"You think Wilson's is still there?" Logan asked as he wrapped the towel around his lower half and stepped out of the shower. Much to his disappointment, Kitty was already out with a new pair of scrubs on.

"I doubt it." Kitty continued drying her hair with a towel. "And even if it is, I doubt you'd be able to tell that's what it was. His skin is too scarred."

"So, why didn't you get yours on your ass?" Logan changed into the scrubs the nurse gave him.

Kitty looked over at him with a smirk. He wasn't fully dressed yet and she couldn't stop her eyes from flicking up and down his body. "I don't think that's any of your business."

"So, we can look at each other naked but you can't tell me why you decided to get your tattoo on your ribs rather than your ass?" He asked with a bit of a smile.

"Because I didn't want a tattoo artist touching my ass." She said dryly. "Why don't you have a tattoo on your ass?"

"Maybe because I didn't want a tattoo artist touching my ass?" He asked cheekily and Kitty tried to not smile. "What's 'Liberate vi oppressum' mean?"

The nurses led them back to the clean room and Kitty sat on her bed. "It says, 'free the oppressed'."

"Free the oppressed?"

"Well," Kitty laid back on her bed. "I wanted 'Death before dishonor', but seeing that Sarge was just dishonorably discharged," She glanced over at him sitting on his bed and smirked. "We decided on 'free the oppressed'."

"Pretty heroic message for a couple of mercs." Logan commented. He saw her face fall and instantly felt regret for what he said.

Kitty looked back up at the ceiling and whispered, "After I got out of the service, I only took jobs for people who deserved it. Did extensive background checks, I made sure," She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "I had to make sure they were as bad if not worse than me before I killed them." She laughed bitterly. "Does that send a heroic message?"

"Is that why you're an Avenger?" Logan asked. "To make up for all the people you've killed?"

"Nothing I do will ever make up for all the people I've killed." Kitty murmured. She turned to look at Logan again. "But I'm going to try my best to keep the heroes alive long enough for them to do some good."