LadyOfAsgard

:bulletpurple: Tony x Reader x Logan: Trouble Trio :bulletpurple: (Full name) sighed heavily as she trudged through the spacious halls of the School for Gifted Youngsters and internally cursed. The twenty-year old mutant had long since graduated from the classes held here, but it had been her home for too long to have even considered going elsewhere. This woman was a member of the X-Men, but had openly refused to be a teacher at the school. This wasn’t because she wasn’t capable of such a task, but rather the fact that she mostly enjoyed keeping to herself. This might have been due to the personality she was born with, or the fac

“You know you don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” your older brother, Tony Stark frowned.        “I know,” you said smiling up at him. “But I want, no, I need to go, Tony this will be good for me.” You playfully smacked his arm.        “Yeah, yeah.” He smiled down at you “Just don’t forget to write.”        You laughed. “Write? I’ll call you or something okay.”        A car beeped from behind you. “I gotta go.” You gave your brother a hug a ran to the car and hopped in before he could delay your departure any longer. You we

 You awoke the next morning to an unusual silence. No alarm clock, no loud explosions thanks to Tony, or no polite awakening from Jarvis. You looked around your room focusing on where you were. The sunlight was bleeding in through the curtains and the birds chirped happily from the trees outside your third floor window.        Stretching, you stood up out of bed, and noticed you reflection in the mirror on the wall. Not only was your hair a mess but you were still in the clothes you wore yesterday. A long sleeve hoodie (that read ‘Stark Industries’ on the front) in your favorite color, which you more often than not balled into y

“Yes, Tony,” you sighed, “I’m settling in fine.” It was the next day and you were sitting on your bed talking to your brother via cellphone.        “Why did it take you so long to call me?” He barked from the other end of the phone, causing you to hold it away from your ear a few inches.        “It was literally only a day? Also because I was settling in?” You sighed running a hand through your hair. Why was he being such a big brother about all this?        “Listen, Iron Baby,” you heard him groan loudly, “I’ve got to go they are going to show me this thing

When you awoke you were in a dark room. You weren't really sure what room it was, though it wasn’t yours. At least you didn’t think so. Where were you again?        You sat up in the bed you were in but stopped when your head throbbed.        “Tony?” You called out in a weak voice without thinking, and rubbed the sides of your forehead, trying to ease the pain.        Suddenly the door to the room you were in opened and light came flooding in. You held your hands in front of your eyes and groaned.        “Ah, (y/n), you’re finally up.” You heard Professor Xavier say.        You moved yo

        You woke up the next morning with your head still buzzing, and it didn't help that a beam of light was shining through the curtains and right into your eyes. Your arm came up to cover your eyes as you groaned loudly. The last time you had felt this bad was the night after one of Tony’s crazy birthday parties and you had sworn to never drink again.        Thinking of Tony you thought, ‘Maybe I should go home… Maybe Tony was right...’        The rest of your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the your door. You lifted your arm off your eyes and turned to look at the clock first. All you read was 7, so yo

“Okay, calm yourself, and focus.” You told yourself. “And don’t look down.” Your eyes strained to look ahead as you held onto the tree top for dear life. Thinking you’d get in some late night teleport practice you went out in the yard on your own. Only problem was you had thought you would be able to teleport to the top of the tree and down, but that wasn’t the case. Getting to the top was easy, but once you were up there your mind started to race. ‘What if I catch speed coming down and die?’ ‘What if I never get down and people see me up here in the morning?’   You groaned lo

“Alright, everyone, please take your seats.” Addressing your students, you walked into your classroom for the year. You wore a button down shirt, cardigan, pencil skirt, leggings, and sensible wedged boots. Somewhere around 20 students sat at desks. You moved to the front of the room to your desk and sat down some books. “Since it’s just the first day we won’t be doing much work.” Some students cheered with this announcement. “I’m (Y/n),” you informed them. “I’d like to get to know each one of you a little bit.” So your class hour was spent learning all the students name

“Stop!” You screamed sitting up in bed, the bright lights blinding you, your head pounding. “(Y-....-N),” you faintly heard your name through ringing ears. Your vision was blurry but you made out the shape of two people in front of you. A few second later you saw it was the Professor and Storm. “(Y/n),” he repeated. “You’re safe now.” When you looked around you saw you were in a room that looked like a hospital. Your arm was in a sling and your whole body ached. Images a the feral man flashed in your head and you grabbed your head. “What happened? He was going to take me? Why?