Disclaimer: I own nothing, nada, not a thing. I just like pulling the strings while the real owners are not looking ^_^

A/N: Okay this is a request, from Kali Yugah (yay! My first request!) She asked for a fem!Logan and Clint Barton (now how can a girl refuse that pairing, no matter what the gender? I couldn't) It's a bit of a challenge, but I'll try it. I hope you like it ^_^

Title: Hunted

Category: X-Men and Avengers

Characters: Logan/Wolverine and Clint Barton/Hawkeye

Summary: When a new illness creates a new mutation, Wolverine thinks it funny, until it affects him too.

Words: 684

Logan had to admit that he was glad his mutation stopped him from getting ill because with the way the kids and adults had been affected he'd gladly become target practise for the Brotherhood of Mutants. The professor had no idea how the illness had come about, probably another mutation that evolution wanted to throw at them, but Logan could only listen so far before he felt as if he'd rather have a bullet in his brain that to listen anymore.

When Wheel's had finally succumbed to the illness he found himself the only one left that was remotely healthy and able to try and help sure them, Hank was too ill to even leave his bed, let alone work in the infirmary. So it came as s surprise when a person in a suit came to the manor/school to say he has going to have a few Agent's posted there to help heal and protect the people inside, he also didn't like the guy with the bow and arrow, what did the guy think he was, Robin Hood? And so Agent's from S.H.I.E.L.D arrived and made themselves at home to the annoyance of Logan.

A few weeks later Logan found himself strapped to a bed in the infirmary, trying to get the shivers to stop had caused him to have fits which lead to S.H.I.E.L.D Agents strapping him to a bed in the infirmary. He didn't like it, he hated being tied down but with the shiver's getting worse there was nothing he could do as he was trying to remember why he was there in the first place. It was during this time that Clint Barton sat in the rafter's and watched as each mutant began a change that would probably stay permanent, he saw that the bodies changed and he laughed when the first awoke, it had been the one that had been the last to succumb to the illness.

Logan woke to something tickling his nose, it too a few moments to realise it was his hair and he frowned, he felt the restraints and with a growl he ripped them off of himself and turned to face the mirror by the bed. He froze, like all animals did when presented with their appearance, but it was because he wasn't looking at himself as he knew it, for he had breasts and long hair and, his hand grabbed his crotch.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

It was three weeks of talking to the only Agent that knew about psychology and regular meeting with the female agents for him to realise this wasn't going to change, he was now a woman (a hot one at that) and so was a few of the other mutants. More had been waking from the illness with changes that were irreversible, Cyclops was the only other person to have changed gender and he'd laughed so much as how Jean wouldn't go near the new Cyclops, and then he'd realised Jean wouldn't be with him either.

When he wasn't in therapy, he was spending time with Clint Barton, who stayed in his nest in the rafter's, Logan found it soothing being with someone who just observed and didn't talk much, found he could accept himself more, especially when Clint had started giving suggestions, even helping it training and understanding his new abilities with his new body.

"I like you." Logan didn't know what to say, he was accepting that he was no longer a male and he'd never thought far ahead as to if he'd ever be in a relationship, how could he give himself up in that way? He'd watched as Clint had blushed, muttered about checking the perimeter and left, leaving Logan reeling, his mind spinning on how he felt, how he was emotionally, physically, mentally.

It wasn't until the S.H.I.E.L.D members were leaving that he'd gained enough balls to finally give Clint a reply, and so he'd run (just like the woman he now was) crying into Clint's arms, asking him to stay and that he liked him too… And maybe, that like could turn to love.