Not That Kind Of Scientist

Jane Foster/Logan

AstroWolverine

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Continued from the previous chapter, What Are The Odds?

It was like poetry in motion, Jane always thought. She'd found that coming down here to the Avengers' training room and watching them spar was therapeutic, often helping her brain to unblock whatever knotty math equation was holding up her research.

Of course, the eye candy never hurt. And was why Darcy was always willing to keep her company, usually with snacks.

"The new guy's gonna be here today," Darcy said, in between crunches from her bag of kettle chips. "Sam says he's badass."

"Um," Jane said thoughtfully in response, taking a handful of chips and absently crunching as she watched Rhodey kicking Pietro's ass on the other side of the shimmering force screens. Without being allowed to use his super-speed in training bouts, Rhodey's experience was most definitely telling. She winced in sympathy as the blond hit the mat face-first.

"War Machine rocks!" Darcy yelled with a fist-pump.

Rhodey glanced across at his soulmate and grinned, giving her a thumbs-up before offering a hand to help Pietro up. The younger man stood and smiled, conceding his defeat with good grace.

"I let you win, of course," Pietro said with a wink to Darcy, "couldn't let you lose face in front of your soulmate."

"You just keep telling yourself that, son," Rhodey snorted disdainfully.

The door to the training room opened to admit Steve and Sam, accompanied by a tall, stockily built man who Jane guessed must be 'the new guy'. She really hadn't heard anything about anyone new, but then she'd been buried in tests for the last week, only taking time out to eat or sleep when Darcy made her – or asked one of her soulmates to forcibly remove Jane from the labs when she got to be too impossible.

"So," Jane leant towards Darcy, "who's this new guy, then?"

"You totally weren't listening when I told you about him yesterday, were you?" Darcy threw her an exasperated glance, and Jane grinned guiltily. "His name's Logan. Apparently Steve knew him way back in the war, but he was called James then. Only he doesn't remember because apparently he fell afoul of some mad scientist types who erased his memory."

"And… made him immortal?" Jane guessed, because there was no way the very fine specimen of manhood currently stripping his shirt off and stepping into the ring looked old enough to have fought in World War Two.

"Logan doesn't know. He doesn't really remember anything but little bits from before a few years ago. Steve says he hasn't aged at all, though."

"Wow," Jane said, drinking in the sight of Logan's muscles. He was about Steve's height, dark-haired to Steve's blond, a thick mat of dark hair on his chest, which really was as muscled at Steve's. Dressed in only black tactical pants and boots, he looked like he belonged on a Sexy Mercenary calendar. "And apart from not aging, what's his specialty?" Steve was carrying his shield, so it had to be something pretty scary.

"I don't know," Darcy confessed, "except Sam said he heals up real quick – argh!"

Both girls screamed at the same time as three long blades snicked out from each of Logan's hands.

Logan whirled, his eyes instinctively seeking the source of the feminine shrieks. Seeing the two women wide-eyed behind the force screen, he straightened up from the defensive crouch he'd entered, let his claws retract with a sheepish grin.

"Sorry," he said to Steve, "automatic reaction when I hear a woman scream is to find the source of distress…"

"They have a saying for it today, chivalry is not dead," Steve clapped him on the shoulder with a grin. "I think you surprised the ladies. Come on, let's introduce you. JOCASTA, lower the screen, please."

The center's AI acknowledged softly and the force screen hummed down. Jane and Darcy had recovered from their shock but still looked rather nervous as Steve and Logan approached; Sam and Rhodey, picking up Darcy's emotions, were quick to come over as well, silently bolstering their soulmate.

"Sorry if Logan gave you a surprise, girls," Steve said with a warm smile. "Logan, this is Darcy Lewis, Rhodey and Sam's soulmate. And this is Dr. Jane Foster, one of the Avengers' Initiative's pre-eminent scientists…"

Jane saw Logan flinch as soon as Steve said her title, draw back even further as Steve described her as a scientist, and immediately thought of what Darcy had told her about Logan falling afoul of 'mad scientists'.

"I'm not that kind of scientist!" she said hurriedly.

"Oh no, indeed," Steve realised the problem, "Dr. Foster's an astrophysicist…"

A small smile had appeared on Logan's face, playing lightly around the corners of what Jane was a little shocked to find herself thinking of as a very kissable mouth. He took a step forward, holding his hand out, and she took it, unable to help from looking down to see if she could see any trace of those wickedly gleaming blades, any blood. But there was nothing, just smooth skin between his knuckles, a large strong hand that held hers carefully.

"I'm very glad to hear that," he rumbled in a voice that seemed to come right up from his boots, and Jane's eyes flew up to his, startled. Almost instantly she dropped them again, searching around his torso, although…

"It ain't visible right now," Logan growled, and Jane looked back up at him again, her pale cheeks colouring in a pretty blush, "and I'm thinkin' yours might be somewhere even more unmentionable, darlin'."

Sam was the first of the onlookers to get a clue, and he hastily grabbed the others and shoved them towards the door, ignoring Darcy's cries of "REALLY? Go Janey!"

Finally the door slammed and they were alone, and Logan reached for his belt, never taking his eyes from Jane's.

"It's all right, you don't have to – don't have to show me," Jane stammered, scarlet from her throat to her hairline now, fighting hard to keep her eyes on his. He smiled, showing even white teeth.

"Don't hafta, no. D'you wanna look?"

She did, oh she really, really did. Jane licked her lips and dropped her eyes. And there, on the front of his groin on the left side, right where it would correspond with the mark on her left ass cheek if they… well, if they behaved in the animal kind of manner she was thinking more about every minute, was her tiny chicken-scratch handwriting. I'm not that kind of scientist.

Oh look, he goes commando, a very unhelpful part of her brain pointed out. "I could show you mine too, if you like," she blurted.

He made a low noise that was definitely a growl, and about an eighth of a second later she found herself lifted off her feet and shoved back against the wall, pinned between the hard surface and Logan's apparently even harder naked torso. Jane almost fainted with delight.

"Don't make me an offer like that just now," Logan snarled, "or we'll be bondin' right here on this floor."

He smelled really good, hot and musky and deliciously male. Jane's eyes just about rolled back in her head. "Okay," she agreed deliriously.

The growl was even louder this time. "Not okay. You deserve more. Better. Soft sheets and candlelight, not – not ruttin'."

"I like the sound of all of that," Jane moaned as his lips found her throat, sharp teeth nipping lightly. She tilted her head in a gesture of submission, exposing more of her neck to him. "Soft sheets and candlelight and rutting. Please."

Logan groaned, fighting hard for control. "You'd better tell me where your room is then, my Jane. Because I ain't inclined to deny you anything you want and my place is pretty bare-bones as yet."

"Third floor, apartment seventeen," she moaned as he licked at her earlobe. "I've even got candles."

An hour later, Jane giggled suddenly against Logan's chest. "We forgot to light the candles."

"So we did." He grinned, stroking her hair. "I could light them now and we could go for round two, if you like?"

Jane leaned up on one elbow and raised her eyebrows at him. "I think there's something badly wrong with your maths."

*giggles uncontrollably*

I really have no idea what 57 of you expected when you voted for Jane and Logan together on the Poll. That's seriously as cracky as it gets. But I hope you enjoyed it!