No one really acknowledges you except Laura and Wade, but he only gives you a big gasp and a quip of "the Winter Soldier too?!" before getting caught up in the task of convincing everyone to take down Cassandra. Even so, Logan can't help but stare at you sometimes, acutely aware of your presence and how dead silent you are. You don't talk, you hardly move, but Logan can tell you listen to everything with a vivid sense of attention.

When the hours pass into night, when Laura talks to Logan by that fire pit, he follows her back into the camp after a few long moments and into a separate room overlooking the forest that surrounds the back. It's easy to follow her but he's sure that's just because she knows he is, walking into the room to see you hunched over a table and digging into the machinery of your arm. You clink around with a screwdriver and welder, moving your metal fingers occasionally to see if you fixed anything. When you see Laura though, you pause, letting her grab the screwdriver from your available hand and helping you. You do not flinch when she pokes and prods, so Logan can only assume you don't feel anything or have the pain tolerance near Logan's own, but either way it's an interesting sight to see the two of you huddled together.

Logan shifts his weight on the doorway, rubbing his knuckles distractedly. Your mask is off, letting him see your face clearly, your eyes staring hard but not entirely unkind at him from your spot by the table. You're attractive, in a begrudgingly way to Logan. He's not used to being attracted to someone, no matter if it's a man or not, and it freaks him out a little— so he buries that feeling deep within himself to ignore.

When the fight comes the next day, when everyone is in the middle of their own world and killing, is when Logan actually sees how deadly you are. Your fast, strong, and take the fight on like you have nothing to loose or gain. When the fight ends though, when Cassandra is gone and everyone is crammed into Wades shitty apartment, Logan thinks about you with a heaviness he doesn't expect. You are there too, of course, but for some reason he doesn't know how to interact with you, especially since he hasn't heard you talk once all this time and how you have this brooding demeanor that rivals Logan's own.

But you interact with Laura with hand gestures and sometimes a whisper to the ear, but he never hears and never tries to actually listen since it's not him you are talking to. Still, you cling to Laura's side unless she's in the middle of a bigger group or conversation, and it's only when Logan gives Dogpool to Wade again is when he fishes you out.

You're by the boxed off kitchen, leaning against the wall near the fridge with a red solo cup that Laura obviously is making you drink, just holding it awkwardly in your hand. You have your combat gear still on but there's a red flannel on your shoulders over the rest to hide your arm, not that it really matters in this crowd, but you seem insecure about it. Logan pretends to be there for something else, obviously— getting another round of fruit punch before he acknowledges you.

"So what's up with you?" He tries not to actively be an ass, but it's hard considering you acutely remind him of himself. Your eyes turn to stare at him, and even without your facial mask covering the bottom half of your face you are still stoic and nonchalant. You don't answer him for long enough that Logan almsot shrugs and calls the whole attempt off— but then you answer in a quiet, albeit rough voice.

"I don't know how to socialize." You say it so pitifully that Logan stops all his movements to consider the situation. He nearly wants to groan in frustration because, even though he is trying, he really doesn't want to try sometimes. But you stand there sadly and still and Logan does internally groan this time.

"Well," He says going to stand next to you, though a comfortable distance away. "How do you know Laura?" You don't turn to the side to look directly at him, but he can feel your surprise radiating off of you at his attempt at socializing. Shifting from foot to foot, you answer slowly.

"I was pruned when I didn't kill Howard Stark, so I'm not- I wasn't in a good headspace. Laura found me before Cassandra did and helped me be... human again." You continue to look forward awkwardly, but you do seem more comfortable the more Logan listens to you.

Logan sits with your explanation for a moment, letting himself have the opportunity to think over his next words. It's not everyday someone like you comes into his life, and he doesn't even mean that you're attractive— he means how complex you are, especially with your long past and how you're trying to find yourself again. He can relate, honestly. When he met the X-Men— Charles— for the first time, Logan wasn't anywhere like he is before they died, or even who he is nowadays. He was a shell walking through life with no help, only looking to survive instead of live. So, yeah, he can understand, but actually seeing someone else be like that hurts in a very vulnerable manner.

"Do you have a place to stay?" He blurts out, surprising himself. You don't show much emotion besides what you reply.

"Laura said I could stay with her." You pause for a moment, pondering. "But I'm not sure what I'll do in this world, especially if their Winter Soldier is still... here." You talk slowly, trying to keep up the conversation yet also trying not to be depressing.

"I'm sure Wade wouldn't mind an extra roommate." Logan says, not caring if Wade actually cares or not because either way he's sure Wade can be persuaded by a couple good stabs.

You actually turn to look solely on Logan now, obviously shocked at the prospect, but you don't seem unwilling either. You let it sink in for a moment, and that's when Logan sees you smile for the first time.

It starts like that, although slowly. You eventually do talk to Laura and Wade about the apartment situation— Laura is obviously very pleased with this outcome if her expression is anything to go by, and Wade is actually quite happy too— but you do talk to Al about it too, who says you and Logan eventually do need to make an income if you can live here. You're not surprised nor upset by this— if you're gonna live in this new world you need employment unfortunately, but you also know the TVA set you up with your own documents to help with that.

You sleep on the couch that rolls into a bed and (some awkwardness on his part aside) Logan eventually bunks with you. You're not complaining at all— when you were in HYDRAs hands the situations were very vastly different and worse, so loading up with someone is not uncomfortable for you, especially when this person is not actively trying to kill you. But also because of this, you are used to curling up into tight spaces despite your bigger size and you don't understand why Logan finds that sad at first, so you stick to one side of the couch bed easily. When Logan realizes the reasoning for this, he slowly starts to move into your space each night. You're not complaining with this, either.

When you're not asleep, you've found yourself a bouncer job at the local nightclub down the street, just near enough that you can walk there. With the Super Soldier Serum still in your veins that grant you heightened senses and strength, it's a relatively easy job, though you get home at weird hours. This isn't really a problem since Logan hardly sleeps, Wade is Wade, and Al has a separate room. But if you're not sleeping before work, Laura has taken it upon herself to teach you how to bake and do laundry the "normal" way, which basically means not just stealing someone else's clothes or washing out primarily blood.

But it's... nice. It's domestic and healthy, two things you aren't accustomed to, and it gets even better since Logan always joins too. At first he didn't— he made it very apparent that he knew how to do these things and found no fun in it, especially baking— but then he joined anyway and hasn't left since. Maybe it's for you, maybe it's for Laura or maybe it's for other reasons you don't know, but you're happy he's around. He's never really involved with the process, but he always stays around to quip or talk about whatever Laura talks about, sometimes just asking you about your job.

Since you technically have no name in his dimension, it's easy to blend into life and start new, but honestly Logan is the one that makes you realize that. He's not nice, he's mean and tough, but then he asks about your day or makes sure you're comfortable when there's a crowd or finishes your dinner plate secretly just so Wade doesn't get offended that you didn't have a lot of his food. You don't understand immediately that you love him, and he can say the same. You just do, and he just does, and it's perfect, even when it's not perfect.

This doesn't immediately intimidate him— a lot needs to intimidate him, and you pointing a weapon that won't kill him at him doesn't deter him in the slightest, especially when it's just the two of you up here. The winds howl and the only thing that indicates Logan's presence is the way his hands tighten on his backpack and the smell coming from him. He has long since tuned out his own scent, but the way your nose twitches lets him know you can acutely sense it. Not entirely human then, he decides, even without your own mutant smell coming off you. It explains why you're so easily pointing a gun at him— mutants are still a rare breed these days, but as you analyze him the barrel of the rifle gradually shifts downward instead. You blatantly stare at him for a moment before promptly turning away and hiking back to wherever you came from.

Logan is young still, not scarred by the X-Men and their enemies just yet even though having gone through the two World Wars, so the sight of another mutant throws him off a little. Mutants aren't a publicity known thing just yet even with all the speculations, and seeing you so nonchalantly dismiss him grates him a bit, if he's honest. It's easy to decide to follow you.

Regardless that there's no one for miles around up here, he doesn't shout to get your attention back, and just stumbles after you instead. He follows your scent as you zigzag through thick tree trucks and bushes, ducking under branches and leaping over a stream until you both get to a cabin. The home is wooden and obviously handmade, but something in Logan lurches unexpectedly at the sight of it. You easily sneak inside the doorway leaving him along to look around, though apart of you knows he will follow you inside. As his feet take him to the house, he slowly gazes at the vegetable garden in a small fenced off yard, can hear the sounds of a chicken coop nearby and the rushing of a fresh water source. It's picturesque, and he longs to live in a place such as this.

When he does open the cabin door though, the sight that greets him as just as unexpected as the house, if not more so— there's a herd of dogs lounging inside, all peeking up to look at his arrival. Logan stops instantly, taking in the situation. The dogs aren't hostile and seem to follow your lead as you stand in the middle of the group, shotgun still nestled in the crook of your arm and head held high. Still, you don't immediately shoot him, so he takes it as a good sign.

You continue to stare at him for a moment, your masculine energy shining in Logan's senses.

"You are a mutant." You say calmly, though there is still a tense way to your voice. Obviously it's futile to deny it, so he agrees, looking into your eyes but still aware of all the dogs.

"So are you." Logan says, cocking his head a bit. You shift your feet, uncomfortable, but then nod in affirmative. The dogs crowd around you in a mass of fur and dark eyes, acutely noting that you are anxious, but they do not seem harmful unless you make the first move. Logan can't help but notice it, stare lingering on the biggest mutt.

There's a stiff pause between you before you speak again.

"Want a beer?" You say more casual than Logan excepts, putting your rifle down on the nearest surface. You turn your back to him and head to the kitchen, but all the dogs continue to watch him if he does something wrong, and Logan knows you're the head of the pack just from that. He grumps, but slowly follows you through the herd of dogs and to the refrigerator as you pull out a beer bottle to hand to him, careful not to step on any tails or paws.

"What's with the dogs?" Logan can't help but ask, and sees you smile for the first time.

After that afternoon, it became a sort of routine to have Logan on your property. He usually only comes for the beer, but apart of you knows he also likes your company, if not because of your personality then because you're also a mutant. Sometimes you see him cutting firewood or tending to the chickens, sometimes looking at the gardens with obvious confusion, but whichever way it warms you.

Having lived on your homestead for so many years just with your dog pack, you don't necessarily know how to interact with him normally at first, but seem to learn quickly. You only go into town for the basic necessities, like milk or bags of dog food, occasionally bringing back the stray dog as well, so being with Logan in your own environment is weird sometimes. You do like it though, you like him, having another humanoid to count on.

At first he was obviously begrudgingly attracted to you, staying at arms length despite curing your fridge of alcohol, but you don't mind. You never kick him out, never shout and are always polite and patient, even when he makes mistakes. He keeps coming back for that, to the point of sleeping on your couch and being a cushion for the friendlier dogs. He still doesn't know what your mutation is even after five months of this, and you don't know his. He thinks you know about his healing abilities though— he can't help but be a little clumsier because he knows he can heal, and you always make him a bit more vulnerable, so it's easy to accidentally physically harm himself. But he has never shown his claws to you before, and at this point is scared to do so. Regardless that logically you won't be afraid of him, he still wonders about it sometimes.

When he does eventually find out about your mutation, it's not super difficult to understand.

Logan wakes up on morning from hearing a wounded animal call outside the cabin, realized you weren't there, and rushed out to find a dead deer with a giant wolf over it. The rest of the dog pack were calm and collected, helping the wolf with the deer or just staying around it. The wolf is much bigger than any dog, but when Logan takes an actual look at it it's obvious the wolf is you. You seem quiet and anxious, though when Logan helps you carry the deer into the butcher shed is when you realize you are completely safe with him.

After that you slink around in your wolf-form much more and for longer periods of time, rubbing against his side like a cat or laying near his feet. And, honestly, it's the most authentic you have ever shown him, so Logan doesn't complain. He hardly feels the need to— seeing you as a wolf is as magical as it is terrifying, and he loves it.

When you see his claws for the first time, there is nothing too dramatic about it. You're sharing a bed— not the first occasion this happens, but it still feels more important, somehow— and he unleashes his claws from him skin to show you. He tells you almost everything that night— how he doesn't remember his past but knows he's been alive too long, how he knows the metal in him is not normal, and how he's afraid of it. You kiss him first afterwards, sharing a meaningful silence and gripping his hand in a tight fist, promising him that he could never hurt you, no matter how he doesn't believe it. You kiss him long and hard at first, but then ease into a smile and a soft moment of weakness, tearful and gentle. He lets you hold him, but you both wake up with his arms around you instead. It feels like this is what you both are destined for.

"I just am." You answer him. "Immortal, is what I've heard others name me, but I don't care for a title."

"You can't die?" He asks impulsively again, curious. You only smile at him but this time it's sad, your eyes cast downwards and holding a certain weight to them. You hum in affirmative, and a comfortable quiet looms over the two of you.

"I was here before the White Witch, I was here during, I am here now and will be after." You say softly, sadly yet accepting.

Peter understands then, why you understand him better than others— You have seen civilizations burn and wither and have seen some just fade away. You have seen all the deaths, have seen the trees turn into a shell of what they once were just like all the other Narnians. You have seen wars and battles, have been in them, and kept going. You keep fighting, keep trying, and that's when you earn his respect in just your first conversation.

When the days pass, when that fateful night ends, Peter can't help but seek you out. You are... curious, and captivating in a way he can't explain.

It's surprisingly easy to find you, afterwards— he only asks one of the Centaurs and they lead you to the nearest Gryphon flock, where in the center you reside. You calmly talk to all of them while they listen, sometimes they reply but mostly quiet, letting you clean and pick their feathered necks and heads. You are gentle and kind, and when you see him you look surprised but happy. He only smiles back in greeting, sitting down on the grass with his back against one of the Gryphons, listening to you as you continue to tell a tale. At first the story is nothing special to those of Narnia, filled with adventure and fantasy, but as you get further in he realizes you are remembering and retelling. The memories range many emotions, but you always tell them fondly, stroking a Gryphon's head in your lap.

In the weeks that pass, Peter finds you talking about a lot of things like that. A lot of memories, a lot of wistful thoughts, and he's always surprised about how kind you are even when the memories are filled with bloodshed.

Eventually Aslan notices, although Peter is sure the lion has always known.

"I need to speak with you about Y/N." He says once, just a couple days before Peter is going back to England. Truthfully, Peter has been ignoring that fact since he met you, knowing you cannot come with, but something in Aslan's voice gives him unexplained hope.

"When you leave tomorrow," The lion starts, walking in the castle courtyard with Peter. "Y/N will follow, and you will take care of him just as I have."

Peter's chest bursts with excitement, with hope, but he still doesn't quite understand. "But he's Narnian?"

"Yes, and when he leaves he won't be. He has been here too long, too lonely, and I fear I may lose him if he doesn't leave." Aslan speaks honestly, deep voice vibrating. Peter listens intently, a thoughtful frown on his face.

"You want him happy." Peter says, understanding.

"Yes, and he will be with you." Aslan almost looks sad about the fact you will leave, and that's when Peter realizes the lion has known you as long as the thousands of years you've been alive, almost fatherly. Peter stops walking to turn fully to the lion with a determined eye.

"I promise I'll take care of him." He vows, a hand on Aslan's muzzle.

"Nice to meet you." You smile at them, nodding your full hands as if in a handshake. Jimmy wobbles and sputters as he blabbers about "Y/N L/N? The reporter Y/N L/N?" but your eyes catch the blue of Clark's.

Being a bit older, you can see the obvious physical cues of his breath stunting when you lock eye contact, a subtle red blush coming to his face. You tilt your head a bit, analyzing him with a calm nonchalance, admitting to yourself that he is very attractive and (a bit more begrudgingly) taller than you, despite the difference being subtle. As Lois begins to talk about how they were just leaving, you wink at him with a more confident grin, making his face flush more and his eyes to look away in shyness. You almost laugh at the endearment of him, but focus back on Lois instead.

"We were just grabbing... coffee! You know, that new place down the street?" Its obviously a lie, but you know you can't stop her at this point, and just give her a knowing look.

"Just be careful, you three." You say deeply, and Lois seems to thank you with a small nod. You meet Clark's eyes again, smirking. "Nice meeting you two, I'm sure I'll see you around!"

Turns out sooner comes rather than later as only a mere few hours go by with you writing a document when the interns burst through the door and straight to Perry's office. Probably not a good sign. You lean against the doorway, watching keenly as Lois tries to convince Perry to make the story, but the man is practically fuming. Seeing a break in conversation just before Perry is about to fire them, steam almost coming out his ears, you speak up.

"Just give them one more chance, Boss. They can do it." You stand up for them, making them all turn to you. While not looking at him, you can feel Clark's thoughtful gaze on you. Perry only huffs, but eventually gives in.

"They better." He mutters after their dismissed, Lois following you to your desk with the camera. Clark and Jimmy follow her, and you feel the sense she probably didn't even show them around the building yet, but you only shake your head affectionately.

"Look, there's a Superman now!" Showing you blurry pictures that you can't make out, she's still excited about it so you won't damper it. As she begins to talk about the robots and the flying man, your eyes find Clark's once again with a gentle laugh.