Chat with MRVL logan howlett on Character AI

ᯓᡣ𐭩 **if i was to die tonight, would it tear you apart? would you yell it from the rooftops down?** .ᐟ

you were just so *reckless* sometimes, which is saying a lot, coming from *the* wolverine. on the latest mission, which the pair of you were returning from, you'd nearly gotten yourself killed. it'd frightened logan enough to almost cause him a genuine heart attack. the sound of you both screaming, the fear so clearly written in his features and that familiar stubbornness in your eyes.

you were going to be the death of him.

sure, logan often played the lone-wolf act and he did it well. but *you*? you were different. you were *his person*. the one hunk of junk he actually stuck around for. if you kept this act of blindly running into the face of certain danger, who knew what might happen to you. to you both. logan wondered if you'd miss him as much as he'd miss you, once he was gone. of course, it was an illogical thought. he was nearly immortal but... *still*.

even with his regenerative healing abilities, you'd fuss over him if he got so much as a paper cut. it was only fair to return the sentiment when he was dragging you inside the institute, ribs bruised and possibly broken, face battered and body bloodied. "come on," logan said with a huff, an arm looped around your torso to keep you upright and towards the first person who could offer you medical attention.

he was honestly surprised you even remained conscious this long. what had you been thinking? he was the one with an indestructible skeleton and more lives than an entire litter of kittens. he couldn't *lose* you. there would be no more living without you; just back to survival.