Hi, everyone. Just wanted to put this little disclaimer out there. X-Men do not belong to me. However, Natasha Greshnev in all of her gorgeous spunkiness belongs to me. Hope you like her.
Summary: From the time she was ten, Natasha Greshnev was a tough cookie to crack and grew up to be a sarcastic, cold assassin with a hidden mutation. But when Professor X calls her back to the mansion, Natasha finds herself growing fond of a new mutant that reminds her of her, dangerously attracted to the infamous Wolverine and thrown into the war looming ahead against Magneto. It's been a long time, but can Natasha still fit the X-Men suit? Or has her heart become too tainted with the blood she's shed?
So, I know I haven't given much for y'all to think about when y'all envision Natasha. So, think about Scarlet Johansson as Black Widow in the Avengers movie. Ya know, with the haircut? I'm a girl and even I thought she looked sexy as hell.
Smart Ass
Logan took another puff of the cigar, letting the smoke relax him. Or at least attempt to relax him. That fucker got him good with that left hook. Didn't even see it coming. It hurt like a motherfucker for a minute. Now, the bruise was fully healed, but Logan wasn't calm yet.
And it was all because of her.
Logan hadn't even seen her coming. He'd been too wrapped up in the fight, wanting nothing more than to gut the little punk that hit him. But amidst the noise and the vomit-inducing stench surrounding the bar, he smelled her. And Goddamnit did she smell good. The first whiff of her filled his nostrils with the perfect combination of cinnamon and vanilla. But then that second whiff…that was enough to make a man go crazy.
Logan was used to the scent of arousal. After the number of women he's fucked, a woman's arousal was the first thing he'd notice whenever he stepped into a room. But for her, it was different. Her scent was stronger. Darker, heavier. It teased his senses and made his mouth water. It made Wolverine hungry, goaded the beast into taking what it wanted.
And it wanted her. With a fiery passion.
It had punched Logan hard and he scanned the entire room before he found her. And he had almost thrown himself at the bars of the cage just to get to her. She was seated with some young girl, probably trying to remain invisible in the ever-growing crowd. But he saw her and Wolverine loved what he saw.
Even sitting down, she would probably be just a few centimeters shorter than he was or at least the same height. She had clear, fair skin that Logan just wanted to taste, pouty lips that just begged to be kissed, almond shaped green eyes that mesmerized you and chin-length, curly ruby-red hair that Logan wanted to run his fingers through. Wolverine was thinking an entirely different thing.
He wanted to leave marks all over that skin, let the whole world know she was his and only his. He couldn't see the outline of her curves beneath the layers she wore, but he knew just exactly what he'd be doing to her either way. Wolverine gave Logan images of them pounding her into oblivion from behind, gripping that curly hair as he thrust in and out and in and out and in and –
Shut the fuck up, Logan growled at the beast and Wolverine retreated to his cage with a smug smirk.
For now. But she will be ours. Just wait. Logan shuddered at the thought and glanced back at Natasha, who grinned to herself as she set her glass back down on the table.
"I know I'm gorgeous and all, but you don't have to stare so blatantly," she said, not even looking at him. But Logan knew she was talking to him. He chuckled.
"Don't flatter yourself, darlin,'" he replied dryly and she let out the sexiest little giggle he'd ever heard.
"Darlin', huh? Don't you only use that for those little floozies you screw with?" Natasha inquired, turning those enchanting eyes to Logan. But he wasn't fooled. Most guys probably fell for those eyes on the spot and ended up getting played. But Logan was the player here.
"Why? Wanna be the next?"
Natasha felt her heart race at those words. Fuck yeah, she'd love to be the next. It wouldn't matter if they made it to a motel, to a car, or against a wall. Hell, she was already imagining him throwing her down to the floor. Natasha took a drink at that thought. Rogue needed to get the hell outta that bathroom. Natasha needed her to keep sane.
"You wish," she purred. The bartender, wiping out a glass, glanced between the two before chuckling, shaking his head as he walked on the other side of the bar. These two seemed like a perfect fit. "I don't do random dudes."
"But you probably do weak ass ones that can't even last a round with you," Logan shot back and Natasha bit her lower lip.
Damnit, he was right. The majority of the time, the guy came long before Natasha did, leaving her displeased and totally killing the mood. Her own knees grew weak at the thought of just how long the Wolverine could last. And the images in his head…good God! She could see the majority of the girls he's already fucked, how many hours he had them…
Logan glared at her pearly-white teeth, glaring at the plush flesh that those teeth were tugging on. He was fixated with her lips, the Wolverine demanding that they be the ones biting her lip, tasting her skin.
"Are you saying that I can't be gentle?" Natasha asked, staring at Logan so intensely that he almost yanked her out of that seat and took her to the bathroom to do just exactly what he'd been envisioning. He smirked at her.
"Just saying that you'd need someone who's a lot more durable," he said smoothly and listened to her heartbeat, smirking even more at its increase. "And trust me darlin', being gentle will be the last thing you'd want me to be with you." Logan took another drink, giving her a feral grin when she gulped.
Natasha was not nervous. Hell no! That was impossible! She never got nervous, never. It was impossible really. But here she was, palms sweaty and heart racing. No, she wasn't nervous. She was sex-deprived. Natasha calmed herself, still maintaining eye contact with Logan. She was simply sex-deprived and he knew it.
"Thanks, sweetie, but I'll pass," she said quietly with a frosty smile before standing, leaving a fifty dollar bill on the counter. She nodded to the bartender as she walked to the back. "Keep the change."
Logan chuckled to himself. She was nervous. He could smell it on her. Aroused and nervous with a hint of anger that made his blood boil. The thought of her angry and aroused sent a pang of hunger straight to his groin and her nervousness only fueled his amusement. And those damn clothes hid what he wanted to see, especially that fucking jacket.
He could always follow her. She went around back to the bathroom. He could find out what was underneath those clothes, feel those curves for himself. But then he felt the presence of a male behind him, putting the beast on edge.
"Hey, I think you owe me some money," the idiot behind him whispered even as his friend tried to pull him back and Logan could feel the claws beneath his skin itch to come out.
The redhead was going to have to wait.
X
Rogue had been taking too damn long. Natasha knew girls could take a minute when washing up, but it was going past thirty minutes and she was – despite what she'd tell others – worried. So, Natasha left the bar area on wobbly legs and made her way to the girls' restroom.
Somebody please help, Rogue thought weakly as Natasha touched the door. Natasha stopped right there and listened for more. There was a male in there and he was trying to touch Rogue…
Dumb ass, Natasha thought and swung the door open.
The man turned around quickly, but not quick enough. Natasha's fist slammed right into the left side of his face and he crashed to the floor. Rogue gasped, teary-eyed. She was only wearing jeans and a bra. Just as Natasha reached for her, the guy grabbed her ankle and yanked her down. Natasha toppled to the ground and scrambled to get up as he sat on her lower back, pinning her down.
"Looks like you want in on the action too, huh, sweetheart?" He exclaimed and pulled her arms behind her back roughly. Natasha glanced at Rogue's pale, fearful face and threw her head backward, breaking the guy's nose and he howled in pain, scrambling backwards. He clutched his nose, crying like a little bitch as she made her way to Rogue.
"Hey, kiddo," she whispered comfortingly. "You okay?" Natasha reached for Rogue and she snatched away from her, shielding herself with a black top.
"Don't," Rogue pleaded, whimpering. Natasha pretended as though that didn't hurt her. After all, she knew why Rogue acted this way. But it did hurt her a little.
"I already know, Rogue," Natasha told her gently and Rogue looked up at her, confused. "Your skin? I already know. I told you, I'm on your side." Rogue smiled at her a little and pulled her shirt over her head. Natasha stood, glancing back at that guy. When Rogue had on her coat and gloves, Natasha turned back to the crying man and glared.
"You bitch," he screamed at her. Natasha only smirked.
X
Logan chuckled to himself as he took a drink. Figures the dumb fucker would be mad. He came in the cage thinking that he'd beat Logan. Problem was…he couldn't handle Logan. No one could.
"No man takes a beating like that without a mark to show for it," the dude said, still going on about it. Logan inwardly rolled his eyes.
You lost, buddy. Deal with it, he thought. Wolverine asked if he wanted to handle this the good old-fashioned way. Logan didn't feel like it. Besides, the girl and her little friend were still here. For some reason, he didn't want to put on a scene for them to see.
But then the guy got way too close to Logan, whispering in his ear, "I know what you are." Logan turned to him, cigar posed for another hit.
"Careful, bub. Keep it up and you'll lose something else," Logan warned. The guy's friend pulled him away and Logan took a puff of his cigar, still tense. Seconds later, the guy pulled out a knife and Logan sprang into action.
Logan grabbed the man by the collar of his dingy plaid shirt and slammed him into the nearest wall, knocking the knife out of his hand. The guy gasped as his metallic claws came out of his knuckles, the middle one practically touching his throat as he gulped. Just as Logan was about to speak, he felt the barrel of a gun against the back of his head.
"Get outta my bar, freak," the bartender demanded and Logan glanced behind him momentarily.
The bartender was terrified and the shotgun was shaking in his hands. Logan glanced around him. The few people left were either clinging to each other or pressing themselves against the walls, hoping that he wouldn't turn on them. Growling, Logan turned.
He skillfully maneuvered so that while one clawed knuckle was pressing the first guy into the wall, the other sliced through the gun and pressed into the bartender's shirt. The bartender gasped and fearfully watched Logan's angry eyes.
"Anyone else?" Logan yelled.
Just like that, the guy from the bathroom flew through the bar, landing on the ground and sliding until he hit his head against the wall. Bits and pieces of wood scattered everywhere and part of the counter was destroyed. All eyes turned as Natasha and Rogue politely made their way through the wreckage. Natasha smirked.
"You should really invest in concrete or brick," she informed the bartender, mindful of the situation at hand. "Wood tends to break easily." Everyone stared at her, dumbfounded. Natasha was busy staring at Logan, who glared at her. "Calm down, Wolverine. It's time for us to go."
"Get the get outta here, darlin.'" He spoke roughly to her and Natasha could feel his anger radiating in the room. She could also hear the thoughts, see that one man knew there was a gun underneath the table. And she could feel her heart racing. Logan still referred to her with that term of endearment.
"Logan," she called and he really stared at her. Hazel eyes came back, the darkness of Wolverine disappearing into Logan's subconscious until he needed him. Logan didn't know when she found out his name, but he liked how it sounded coming from her mouth. Smooth and soft like it belonged. "That's enough."
Logan retracted the claws and glared at both men, snarling all the while. Natasha waited patiently and Rogue simply stared in awe. He was strong, she could tell, but somehow the redhead woman was able to calm him down and the two of them didn't know each other. It was rather…remarkable.
Logan roughly fixed his jacket and stormed past Natasha and Rogue, punching a nice hole into the wall for good measure. Natasha turned to the shell-shocked and afraid people, pulling a hundred dollar bill from her pocket. She placed the crumbled money on the part of the bar that remained intact.
"This should help with repair," she said kindly. The bartender just nodded dumbly and Natasha even had the nerve to give them a bright smile. "Have a nice day, lady and gentlemen." She pulled Rogue behind her, who waved on the way out.
"Bye!" The girl exclaimed as the door shut behind them.
X
"Seems like he was a sore loser," Natasha commented as she stepped behind Logan. He was bent over on the driver side, trying to fix the car. Natasha sighed. "It won't work. He broke your breaks and tore the connection to your gas." Logan leaned up, stared at her and then punched the steering wheel, denting it. Rogue flinched, grasping her hand.
"He's lucky I don't go in there and finish the job," Logan said gruffly and Natasha raised an eyebrow at him.
"And then what? Have the police on your ass when you don't even have a car to escape in?" She inquired and Logan glared at her. "Sounds really smart." Logan stood up straight, swinging his bag over his broad shoulder.
"Well, aren't you a little smart ass?" He sneered and Natasha laughed, placing her free hand on her hip.
"Of course I am," she proclaimed perkily. "I graduated at the top of my class at Cornell University and I'm still on top in law school and I'm not even there." Rogue was impressed. She faintly wondered what Natasha majored in, but that was for another time.
"Good for you," Logan grumbled and turned, beginning to walk away. Natasha frowned. It was snowing out here and it was crazy cold. The only warmth she truly felt was coming through Rogue's leather-clad hand.
"Oh, come on. It's like thirty-something degrees out here. And you're packin' a lot of metal in there, big guy." Logan ignored her and Natasha could not deny that that hurt a little. He kept walking. "At least let me give you a ride to the next town."
"I'll take my chances," Logan called back and kept walking, getting farther and farther away. He wasn't trying to be rude really. He just didn't trust himself in a car with her. That girl may be with them, but that wouldn't stop the onslaught of her scent that would probably be surrounding him.
"Fine," Natasha yelled and led Rogue to her black truck. "See if I care." Natasha knew that for some reason she did and Rogue could too. Luckily for her, the girl didn't point her out on that. The girl simply climbed into the passenger seat and Natasha into the driver's. She started the truck and began driving, passing Logan in minutes.
Rogue glanced behind them in the rear view mirror, feeling horrible. She didn't want to leave the guy in the middle of the snow like that. It was cold and she wouldn't have wanted someone to do that to her. So, she turned to Natasha.
"We can't leave him," Rogue said. Natasha glanced at her.
"He said no, kiddo. I can't help that," Natasha reminded her, but Rogue simply stared at her with huge, dark eyes that just begged for you to do whatever the girl asked. And Natasha – even though she wasn't staring at Rogue – fell victim to them. "Damnit, fine. But you talk to him."
Natasha pressed the brakes gently, slowing down enough until Logan was walking with the car. Rogue pulled her window down and smiled at Logan.
"Look, you can save the 'I'm big and bad' act for another day," Rogue told him and he glanced her way, surprised. For a second, he thought the girl was mute. "It's cold, you know it is, and I'm pretty sure that metal's probably already annoyin' ya. Just get in the car." Natasha watched him mull it over.
"As long as I get shotgun," Logan said, giving in. Rogue smiled brightly at that – a pretty smile both adults might add – and climbed into the backseat, buckling herself up. Natasha stopped the car and allowed Logan to climb in before taking off. He rubbed his hands together and Natasha turned on her heater. "Thanks."
"No problem," Natasha replied. Rogue removed her black leather gloves and started rubbing her hands. Logan glanced behind them.
"Hey, kid. You should probably put your hands up here," he told her and reached back to touch her, but Rogue quickly pulled back. "I won't hurt you, kid."
"It's not you," Rogue said quickly. "It's my skin. Whenever I touch someone, something bad happens to them. It's nothing personal. It's just…" She trailed off and Logan sat back in his seat in understanding.
"Mutation," both he and Natasha concluded. They shared a look before Natasha refocused on the road. Logan still stared at her, causing the fine hairs on the back of her neck to stand. Chuckling, Logan flexed his hands and Rogue watched, transfixed by the bruising on his knuckles.
"Do they hurt?" She asked and Logan watched where she was looking. "When they come out, do they hurt?" Logan flexed his hands again before sighing.
"Every time," he admitted and Natasha shot him a sympathetic look. Rogue smiled a little.
"I'm Rogue." Logan glanced back at her, to Natasha and then back to Rogue with a disbelieving stare.
"What the hell kinda name is Rogue?" Rogue shrugged.
"I don't know," she answered. "What kind of a name is Wolverine?" Natasha chuckled at the girl's retort, grinning at Logan. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Great. Another smart ass," he muttered low enough so that only Natasha could hear and she giggled. "Name's Logan." Rogue nodded.
"I'm Marie." Both eyes turned to Natasha who felt the warmth pooling in her cheeks at the attention. She'd forgotten to introduce herself to Rogue.
"Natasha," she said. Logan noted the once clueless look on Rogue's face. She hadn't even known who the hell Natasha was. Now suppose, he wondered, if the woman turned out to be a murderer? Then what?
"You got in the car with someone and you didn't even know her name?" He exclaimed and Rogue blushed before smiling.
"You got in the car with a woman that threw a man into a wall and a girl that could kill you if you touch her. And you're only just finding out our names," Rogue pointed out and Logan bristled at the tone and the fact that she was right.
"Whatever," Logan muttered before lighting a cigar. The woodsy smell filled the car and finally, Natasha relaxed. She wasn't a smoker, but something about that cigar and Logan smoking it felt so…right. Rogue grinned.
"And weren't y'all just flirtin' with each other? You didn't know each other's names then either," Rogue continued and both adults froze. Natasha kept her eyes on the road, refusing to meet Logan's questioning gaze and ignoring her own racing her heart.
"You told her that?" He demanded.
"She didn't have to," Rogue said. "She's been tense ever since you got in the car and she's not meetin' your eyes. So, obviously somethin' happened in the bar when I went to the bathroom."
Natasha gaped into the rear view mirror, staring straight at Rogue. What the fuck? The Professor didn't say shit about this girl being like this. Logan chuckled at Natasha's expression and sucked briefly on the cigar before exhaling in her direction. She tensed when the smoke hit her and then exhaled deeply.
I make her nervous, huh, Logan thought to himself, tucking that information away for later. This ride might not be so bad after all. The cigar was helping drown out her mouth-watering scent. And this Marie was a nice distraction from Natasha gnawing on her lip. This might just be fun.
"Okay. Time for music," Natasha exclaimed and turned the radio on. Some random pop song – Brittney Spears as Rogue pointed out – started playing and Natasha left it alone. While she was not exactly in the mood for pop music, Rogue seemed to like it. And Logan's irritated expression was hilarious.
After five minutes, Rogue glanced at the two adults. Natasha seemed more relaxed now and Logan was slouched in the seat, obviously comfortable. He was smoking another cigar. Her eyes fell on the dog tags lying on his chest.
"Hey, are those from the army?" Rogue asked and Logan touched his dog tags.
"I don't know, kid," he replied.
Natasha glanced at him. He honestly didn't know and that was puzzling. She didn't mean to pry, but she could tell that Logan's mind was a puzzle all its own and it might require a long amount of time before it's ever fixed. His memories were a jumble. He wasn't even sure if Logan was really his name. Those dog tags were the only things that told him anything.
"You guys should probably put on your seatbelts," Rogue said and Logan turned around fully to her now.
"Now, look, kid. If we wanted back-seat driving, we would have –
Out of nowhere, a tree slammed onto the hood of the truck and Rogue let out a frightened scream.
Natasha gasped and swerved the car to the right, hoping to get out of the way. But a force knocked the truck even further to the right and before she knew it, the truck slammed into another fallen tree.
Natasha clung to the steering wheel, defying gravity as it tried to lift her out of her seat. Logan was thrown through the windshield, leaving her gaping. Maybe they should have listened to Rogue.
"Marie," Natasha called. She heard a soft moan before something was thrown somewhere. It was dark and hazy and the smoke from the battered engine filled the air. It was going to blow. That much Natasha was sure of.
"I'm fine," Rogue replied softly and Natasha didn't even try to hide the sigh of relief that escaped her. She glanced at an immobile Logan before stilling in fear.
He was near. She could feel him, could hear his indiscernible thoughts. Natasha could feel every muscle in her body coiling and unbuckled herself slowly. She glanced around the car, looking at mirrors to see when he'd get here. He was close. That was all she could tell.
Logan slowly rose to his feet, cracking his neck on both sides for good measure. He stared at the truck to see both girls staring at him with wide eyes. His scars were healing, the skin slowly coming back together and he blinked the cut on his eyelid for good measure.
"You girls o –
Before he could even finish his sentence, something grabbed him from behind and swung him further backwards. Logan crashed heavily into the snow with a groan and looked up to see a huge, hairy man. Beady black eyes stared back at him and the man snarled viciously like an animal, flexing out clawed fingers.
"Sabretooth," he heard Natasha breathe and for some reason, Wolverine didn't like that and Logan found himself snarling at the creature. Sabretooth even had the audacity to smirk and Logan released his own claws. But as soon as Sabretooth took a step towards him, a gunshot went off.
Sabretooth turned around to see Natasha poised with a gun, staring directly at him. Growling, he started towards her and Logan growled protectively. Logan lunged at Sabretooth, claws ready to stab the beast in its back. But Sabretooth swung a hand back and Logan was sent flying into a tree.
Natasha continued to fire at Sabretooth, taking steps back as he approached her. Sabretooth was one of the only people she couldn't fight. Ferals were different than normal people, especially those that succumbed fully to the beast inside of them. She couldn't overpower them and for ones like Sabretooth, she couldn't read their minds.
With a roar, Sabretooth lunged at her and Natasha gasped as her gun was knocked away. Sabretooth wrapped a hand around her throat and slammed her against the car. Rogue screamed inside the car while Natasha gasped for air, feet kicking as Sabretooth lifted her. He brought her face to his and roared.
"Mine," he growled and Natasha's blood chilled. She gripped his wrists and tried to pry his hands off of her. But his grip tightened considerably, claws digging into her throat.
Logan rose to his feet and glared at the pair. Wolverine thrashed violently in his cage and Logan released him, letting out a vicious roar.
Mine, Wolverine growled in his head viciously and Logan couldn't help but agree.
"Put her down, bub, before things get ugly," Logan growled and Sabretooth stared at him impassively, still pinning Natasha to the vehicle. Then, with a roar, he let her drop to the ground. Natasha coughed and gasped for air, watching Sabretooth attack Logan.
Logan shoved his claws into the beast's stomach, earning a loud roar in pain, and Sabretooth grabbed him by the forearms. Slowly, Sabretooth lifted Logan, extracting the man's claws from him. Snarling, Sabretooth swung Logan and Logan went flying into the car. Rogue screamed as Logan slammed onto the windshield before sliding onto the hood of the car, unconscious.
Sabretooth smirked at her and Natasha could feel all of her anger and frustration moving to her muscles. With a yell, she forced all of her strength to her hands and Sabretooth was sent flying by the force of her telekinesis. She pushed until he slammed through the forest and out of sight. Exhausted, Natasha was just about to fall when strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist.
"I've got you," a familiar male voice whispered in her ear and she leaned heavily onto Scott Summers.
"Logan," she whispered. "Get Logan." Scott released her and grabbed the man off the car, struggling to even lift him onto his feet. She glanced to her left to see her old friend's silky white hair and that familiar bright smile. "You're late, Storm." Storm grinned at her, helping Rogue out of the car.
"Fashionably late," the woman joked, stretching out her hand to Natasha. "But, judging by what you just did, I'm pretty sure you were doing just fine." Natasha rolled her eyes and took Storm's hand.
"Smart ass." Natasha rolled her eyes as Storm chuckled at her. "Just take me home."
Just as they were lifted into the black jet on their left, the vehicle exploded, leaving a cloud of darkness and smoke behind them.