~tension~

"_tuyan. steps into the halls of the Xavier Institute for Mutant Education and Outreach, an expression of excitement and apprehension on their face as they begin their journey as a new member of the X-Men. As they navigate the bustling corridors, they catch sight of a rugged figure leaning against the wall, a cigar clenched between his teeth. It's Logan, the gruff and formidable member of the X-Men, with a steely gaze that seems to size you up in an instant."

"Hey there, rookie," "Logan says in his trademark gruff tone, his voice carrying a hint of authority." "You lookin' lost or you actually meant to end up here?"

"Logan nods in acknowledgment as he sees their travel bag, his gaze sharp and assessing."

"Well, well, well, looks like we got ourselves a fresh face in the mix. Name's Wolverine, but you can call me Logan if you prefer."

"Wolverine smirks, a glint of amusement in his eyes as he hears your enthusiastic response."

"Yeah, darlin', I'm the one and only. Guess I've made quite a name for myself, huh? Glad to hear you're a fan. What is it about ol' Wolverine that gets your heart racin'?"

"Wolverine's lips curl into a sly grin as he listens to your admiration for his abilities."

"Gotta admit, the claws do come in handy when I'm in a pinch. And as for the fightin', well, it's all in the reflexes, darlin'. Quick and strong, just like you said."

"He winks suggestively, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he continues."

"Tell me, Hannah, you ever been in a fight yourself? Or do you just enjoy watchin' others get down and dirty?"

"Wolverine's smirk widens, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he catches your reaction."

"Guess you caught onto that, huh? Can't help it if it comes natural. And as for your scrapes, darlin', I bet you got some stories to tell. Care to share one with me? I'm all ears... and maybe a bit more."

"He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, his gaze locking with yours in a way that sends a shiver down your spine."

"Wolverine listens intently to your story, his expression a mix of intrigue and amusement."

"Sounds like quite the rodeo you had there, darlin'. Dealing with a rampaging cow ain't exactly a walk in the park, that's for sure. But you handled it, didn't ya? Bet that took some real guts."

"He flashes you a playful grin, his eyes gleaming with admiration."

"Tell me, Hannah, what else you got up your sleeve? Any other wild tales you're keepin' hidden?"

"Wolverine chuckles softly, a low rumble of amusement escaping his throat."

"Well, well, looks like you've been through your fair share of adventures, even if they ain't exactly the stuff of legends. But hey, every mutant's gotta start somewhere, right?"

"He takes a step closer, his gaze lingering on you with a newfound intensity."

"So, Hannah, what's your mutation? Got any tricks up those sleeves of yours?"

"Wolverine's eyes widen with intrigue as he watches you reveal your unique mutation, his gaze fixated on your teal-colored hands with white splotches."

"Well, ain't that a sight to behold," "he remarks, his voice tinged with admiration." "Toxin exuding from your hands, huh? That's one hell of a power you got there, darlin'. Must make for some interestin' encounters."

"He takes a step closer, his expression unreadable yet filled with a strange intensity."

"Guess that makes you one tough cookie to handle, huh? Wouldn't wanna get on your bad side, that's for damn sure."

"Wolverine's expression softens, a rare glimpse of empathy shining through his rugged exterior as he listens to your story."

"Damn, that's heavy," "he murmurs, his tone gentler than usual." "Must've been one hell of a ride for your ma, carryin' twins like that. But hey, looks like you ended up inheriting a piece of your brother's legacy, even if it's in a different form."

"He reaches out a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle as he gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze."

"Life's a strange thing, ain't it? But you're here now, and that's what matters. We mutants gotta stick together, look out for each other in this crazy world."

"His gaze holds yours for a moment longer, a silent understanding passing between you before he steps back, his gruff demeanor returning."

"Anyway, enough of the sob stories. You ready to dive into some mutant training or what?"

"Wolverine chuckles, a rough sound that fills the air with a sense of camaraderie."

"Hey, don't sell yourself short. Every mutant power's got its strengths and weaknesses. Gotta learn to work with what ya got, make it count when it counts."

"He gestures towards the training room with a nod of his head."

"C'mon, let's see what you can do. Maybe I'll even learn a thing or two from watchin' ya in action."

"With that, he heads towards the training area, his stride confident and purposeful, leaving you to follow in his wake."

"Wolverine chuckles, giving you a playful nudge with his elbow as you walk."

"Hey, no need to be so hard on yourself. Everyone's gotta start somewhere, right? Besides, even the best of us take a beating now and then. Builds character."

"As you enter the training room, you see various equipment and obstacles set up for practice sessions. Wolverine gestures towards a sparring mat in the center of the room."

"Alright, let's see what you got. Don't hold back now, show me what those mutant genes of yours can do."

"He adopts a defensive stance, his eyes gleaming with a hint of challenge as he waits for you to make the first move."

Wolverine flashes you a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Up to you, rookie. Surprise me. Powers, no powers, whatever gets your blood pumpin'. Just remember, I don't go easy on anyone, even newbies."

He flexes his claws with a metallic "snikt" sound, the razor-sharp adamantium catching the light as he prepares for whatever you have in store.

Wolverine raises an eyebrow, noticing the admiration in your gaze, but he doesn't comment on it. Instead, he focuses on your defensive stance, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

"Alright, let's see what you got, kid," "he says, his voice low and steady."

With a feral growl, he lunges forward, aiming a series of swift strikes towards you, his movements precise and calculated. He's testing your reflexes, your instincts, to see how you'll react under pressure.

Wolverine's muscles tense up under your grasp, his movements momentarily stilled by the unexpected resistance. He grunts in surprise, his eyes narrowing as he realizes you've somehow immobilized his arm.

"Not bad, rookie," "he grumbles, his tone a mix of impressed and intrigued." "Got some tricks up your sleeve, huh?"

With a swift motion, he twists his body, attempting to break free from your hold, his muscles straining against your grip. His eyes lock onto yours, a silent challenge passing between you as the training session intensifies.

Wolverine watches you carefully, noting the cautious stance you've assumed. He can sense the nervous energy rolling off you in waves, but there's also a raw determination shining through in your eyes.

"Smart move, rookie," "he says, nodding in approval." "Don't wanna get caught up in somethin' you can't handle, right?"

His gaze locks onto yours once more, a hint of respect flickering across his features. With a sudden burst of speed, he lunges forward again, aiming a rapid series of strikes towards you, testing your reflexes and hoping to catch you off guard.

Wolverine's eyes widen in surprise as you swiftly evade his strikes and seize his other arm, this time targeting his shoulder with your toxin. A faint growl escapes his lips as he feels the effects take hold, his shoulder locking up under your touch.

"Well, well, well," "he grumbles, his tone laced with a mixture of amusement and admiration." "Looks like you've got some tricks up your sleeve after all. Not bad for a rookie."

Despite his restricted movement, Wolverine maintains a steely gaze, his mind already working on a countermove as he assesses the situation.

Wolverine remains where he is, testing the limits of your abilities as he grapples with the effects of your toxin. His muscles tense beneath his skin, a testament to his strength and resilience even in the face of adversity.

"Alright, rookie," "he says, his voice steady despite the situation." "You've shown me what you got. Now let's see if you can handle the real deal."

With a determined glint in his eyes, Wolverine lunges forward once more, his movements fluid and precise despite the hinderance of his shoulder. This time, he aims to close the distance between you, testing your reaction time and resolve.

Wolverine grunts in response as you skillfully seize his wrists, leveraging your powers against him in a display of courage and resourcefulness. The effects of your toxin work their magic on his joints, preventing him from breaking free.

Before he can recover from his surprise, you capitalize on the momentary advantage and leapfrog over him, narrowly clearing the space between you. Landing on the floor behind him with practiced ease, you roll to a stop, putting some distance between you and the formidable X-Man.

"Not bad, kid," Wolverine grudgingly admits, his voice betraying a hint of grudging respect. He slowly rotates his body to face you once more, his eyes never leaving you.

The air crackles with tension as the two

of you assess each other, a silent understanding passing between combatants. Despite the intensity of the situation, there's a strange undercurrent of attraction woven into the fabric of your interaction, an unspoken dance of power and desire.

Wolverine takes a step forward, his movements calculated and deliberate, his gaze never wavering from yours. "You've got potential, kid," he says, his voice low and gravelly. "But don't think for a second that you've got me beat just yet."

With a sudden burst of speed, Wolverine closes the distance between you once more, his movements fluid and instinctual. His intention is clear - to test your mettle, to push you to your limits, and perhaps, to discover just how far you're willing to go.

As you prepare to face him head-on, the thrill of the challenge courses through your veins, mingling with a tantalizing sense of anticipation. This encounter with Wolverine is about more than just combat; it's a dance of dominance and submission, a battle of wills that promises to push you to the edge and beyond.

As you dive towards Logan, expertly maneuvering your body to dodge his anticipated retaliation, your eyes lock onto his legs. Seizing the opportunity, you grasp his legs, deftly sliding your hands beneath the cuffs of his jeans.

With lightning-quick reflexes, you activate your toxin, causing Logan's knees and ankles to lock up painfully. A grunt of frustration escapes his lips as he struggles vainly against the sudden immobilization.

His instincts kick in, driving him to fight tooth and nail against the debilitating effects of your toxin. However, no matter how hard he tries to break free from your grasp, he finds himself completely locked in place, unable to mount a counterattack against you.

His expression reflects a potent

mixture of frustration and begrudging admiration. The scent of his sweat and a smoldering sense of defeat fill the air as he strains against the paralyzing effects of your toxin. Each passing moment serves only to intensify his predicament, leaving him completely trapped within your grasp.

The air between you crackles with a tangible tension that is part challenge, part mutual attraction, and part something else entirely. A dangerous game of control and desire swirls around you both, with neither one willing to concede defeat or surrender.

Leaning closer to Logan, you allow your own scent - a heady mix of passion and allure - to tease his senses, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from him as he feels the heat radiating from your body. Your eyes meet once more,

locked in a silent battle of wills and desires. In that charged moment, the boundaries between combat and attraction blur, leaving you both suspended in a tantalizing dance of dominance and submission.

With a subtle shift of your weight, you press closer to Logan, your breath mingling with his in the close quarters. His rugged features betray a flicker of vulnerability beneath his gruff exterior, a vulnerability that only serves to heighten the magnetic pull between you.

Despite the paralysis gripping his limbs, Logan's senses remain razor-sharp, acutely aware of every nuance of your proximity. The air is heavy with anticipation, thick with the unspoken promise of what could unfold between you if either one of you dares to make the next move.

In that charged silence, the primal instincts that lie dormant within both of you stir, awakening a raw hunger that pulses beneath the surface. With each passing moment, the tension builds, threatening to ignite into something uncontrollable and undeniable.

As you roll away from Logan, a surge of adrenaline courses through your veins, your heart pounding in your chest. The sudden distance between you breaks the spell of tension that had enveloped you both, leaving a palpable sense of uncertainty hanging in the air.

Logan blinks, his gaze momentarily dazed as he shakes off the remnants of the paralysis. His sharp senses quickly reassert themselves, and he shoots you a searching look, his expression unreadable.

"Didn't think you had it in you to pull back," Logan remarks, his voice tinged with a hint of surprise. "Guess I underestimated you."

There's a flicker of something in his eyes - respect, perhaps, or maybe something more - before he pushes himself upright, the tension in his muscles easing as he regains control of his body.

"Guess we'll call this one a draw," he says with a wry smirk, though there's a lingering intensity in his gaze that speaks of unfinished business between you.

Logan's smirk widens into a grin at your bold declaration, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and admiration.

"Is that a fact, huh?" he responds, a hint of challenge in his tone. "Well, darlin', you sure know how to keep things interesting."

He takes a step closer, closing the distance between you once more, the air crackling with a newfound tension.

"But don't think for a second that I'm done playin'," he adds, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur. "Next time, I won't be so easy on ya."

There's a predatory gleam in his eyes as he locks gazes with you, a silent promise of the exhilarating dance that lies ahead. With a playful wink, he turns on his heel and strides off down the hallway, leaving you to ponder the thrilling exchange that just took place.

As you watch him disappear around the corner, a smirk tugs at the corners of your lips, the thrill of the challenge igniting a fire within you. This is just the beginning of an electrifying game of cat and mouse between you and Logan, one that promises to push you both to your limits and beyond.

Logan's healing factor is truly a marvel to behold. As you observe, the effects of your brief hold begin to fade, the stiffness in his muscles slowly dissipating as his body regenerates at an astonishing rate. Within moments, he flexes his fingers, testing his range of motion with a satisfied grunt.

"Not bad, kid," he remarks, his voice tinged with grudging admiration. "But you ain't seen the last of me."

With a wink and a smirk, he strides off, leaving you to ponder the true extent of his resilience. It seems that even your most formidable tactics may not be enough to keep Wolverine down for long. But perhaps that's all part of the thrill—the exhilarating challenge of testing your limits against one of the most indomitable mutants the world has ever known.

As you sit in the bustling cafeteria, engaged in conversation with Rogue about the challenges of living with your respective powers, you notice Wolverine entering the room. His rugged demeanor commands attention as he moves with purpose, his eyes scanning the crowd before they land on you and Rogue.

He saunters over to your table, his presence exuding a mixture of curiosity and guarded interest. "Mind if I join you?" he grunts, a hint of genuine interest flickering in his eyes.

Rogue offers a warm smile and gestures to the empty seat beside her. "Sure thing, Logan. Pull up a chair."

With a nod of thanks, Wolverine settles into the seat, his gaze shifting between you and Rogue. "So, what's the topic of conversation?" he asks, his tone gruff but curious.