The Boy Born From the Sea

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Jessica wasn't upset. She wasn't. Jack was adamant about the fact that she was staying with the X-Men and not with him. Clint was super nice and funny, almost like a big brother or dad. She shouldn't be sad that they left her so quickly. They barely knew her.

"I will show you to your room now," Charles Xavier smiled, moving ahead in his wheelchair.

The man was nice, if not a little bland, and he smiled like he was actively reading her mind despite the fact that he said he wouldn't without permission. It was highly disconcerting. Maybe she picked up Jack's paranoia.

"So, who are you?" Jessica asked the big man next to her with a permanent scowl. "Wait, let me guess, you're Logan?"

The man looked surprised, uncrossing his arms for a moment. "You know who I am?"

"He's not that tall but he has muscles for days and an ass that just won't quit." She sounded like she was parroting someone but she took glee in the look on Logan's face. "That's what Clint said. I took a guess."

Logan rolled his eyes. "God, you're just like them."

"Why, thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

Jessica grinned cheekily. "I know but I'll take it as one anyways. Jack will rule the world and Clint will drink the coffee supply."

Logan sighed heavily, shaking his head. "I hate how true that is. Charles, I'm heading to my room. You handle this one."

"Of course. Have a nice night, Logan."

Jessica watched him leave before turning to Charles. "I'm not going to like it here."

Charles nodded solemnly, a sympathetic smile on his face. "I know, my dear."

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Logan shook his head as he went down a hallway towards his bedroom. Charles should have just sent someone over to pick up the girl instead of letting Jackson and Barton take care of her. Now she was going to be all emotional because she got attached and they left her behind. She was going to be a terror to deal with. Someone had to take her off their hands.

Logan's prayers were answered as he opened his bedroom door and was met with a pistol aimed at his face.

"Move out of my way." Jackson's voice was deadly as he gripped the gun. He didn't seem worried about the fact that his aim wouldn't be true. From the look in his eyes, he would will it to be true if he had to.

"You know that won't do anything, bub," Logan said amusedly, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway.

Jackson's hold on the weapon only tightened. "I will not hesitate to drown you in a bubble of water right here, right now." He glared at him. "And I'll do it over and over again. Now, move because I'm really not in the mood to do one of our little games."

Clint was just standing to the side, his phone up as he recorded the interaction. Part of it was to show Jessica and the Avengers, the other to show Percy himself. Percy had a strange attachment to Logan and he'd be devastated once he realized what he had said and done to him later.

Logan stepped aside, nodding to the hall behind him. "Go on. She's on the third floor."

"Thank you." Percy smiled, blowing a kiss at the mutant and cackling when he gave a disgusted face in return. "You won't regret this."

"I already do."

"Yeah, I know. Come on, Barton. We have a spider girl to kidnap."

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