Summary: Earth has some new and unexpected saviors teaming up with the Avengers as they wait for the inevitable arrival of Thanos.
Warnings: Slow burn, some swearing
A/N: So this is my new series guys. It’s the longest series I’ve written so far and I’m not even done with it yet. Tags are open so if you like to be tagged feel free to ask. GIF is my edit but not my original, if you know the original artist let me know and I’ll credit them but I was unable to locate them. If you have any questions about why you’ve been tagged in this fic please see THIS post. Also I’m a sucker for art so if you for some reason feel compelled to do art of my characters please tag me in it so I can reblog it endlessly.
PS: I’m terrible at summaries, I’m always worried I’m going to give too much away…
She had been living on this god-forsaken planet on and off for almost half of a century and everything had been fine and dandy up until
the past few years. Then Thor and Loki decided to show their royal faces and
now shit was getting real. After the battle of New York with the Chitauri, she
had been keeping a very close eye on the Avengers and everything they were
doing. Based on their most recent antics and the rumors she had heard floating
around the other universes, it was inevitable that Thanos was going to be
showing up here soon. She spent months calculating and analyzing everything
preparing for her departure but now the time had come and she needed to leave
before it was too late.
A/N: This is a shorter part but it’s fluffy and adorable because you know what, there’s not enough fluffy Logan! Yes he’s kind of an ass and yes he probably kinda is a jerk but I think he’s a character that has the opportunity to change cuz like most of us daddy issues. Actually have no idea if this is reflected in his character on the show anymore cuz i haven’t watched Westworld since November, its just the background story I’ve decided to live for him ha ha! At least in my head…..either way enjoy
Logan watched you carefully as you chatted enthusiastically to the older couple beside you, sipping your coffee occasionally as you droned on about how you were able to see the great master chef himself bake the buttery croissants placed in front of you all. He knew the smile creeping on his face was a result of the way your eyebrows furrowed together as you listened intently to the older man drone on about how the community had changed, the way you licked your lips before taking a sip of your latte, the way you absentmindedly pushed your hair out of your face.
He had it bad. He knew he did and yet he couldn’t stop himself from pushing further into it. You had every right to call him out on his newfound affection. Though you were both comfortable with each other and you always tried to cuddle with him while you both mindlessly watched Netflix, he never crossed the line, respecting the men you decided to have in your life.
But you were free now and he had started to notice small things. Like your perfume. The way it mingled with your shampoo when he was near. He wanted to bury himself in it. Then the way your skin felt, smooth and soft. He could spend hours worshiping it. Wanted to spend hours memorizing every inch of it.
You laughed, redirecting his attention and he groaned internally.