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“Walk away,” Logan muttered then.

Lowering his stance, his lips drawn back in a snarl. Flicking the adamantium chain viciously in front of him, keeping the two men at bay. Jubes was grinning flirtatiously at the newcomer, her paffs flashing along her fingertips like fireworks, eyes narrowed. Most people thought she did it to look tough but Marie knew better: the paffs went where Jubes told ’em to, so if she imagined one going off inside your brain-

Well, guess what happened.

Not that the newcomer looked worried about that.

“So how does it feel to know you’ve lured your entire family into trap?” the dark-haired man asked then. “Are you proud?” And he grinned, showing sharp teeth. Two claws edging from between his knuckles, one moving forward from his wrist. Marie was pretty sure he was some sort of clone, because he looked so much like her old ma- Because he looked so much like Wolverine. And the claws just screamed Duh. But he hadn’t a trace of Logan’s…steadiness about him. His kindness or his warmth. The newcomer reminded her more of a mean, jittery dog-

The kind that attacked anything that moved just because it could.

But he wasn’t done with the goading. “I’m going to paint your cell with their blood, you know,” the newcomer growled, “The last thing you see is gonna be that bitch,” and he gestured to Marie, “On her hands and knees and begging me for your life-”

And then, just as he’d intended, Logan went for him.

Bleeding, half alive and not even fucking healing, and Logan went for him.

Marie fought the urge to her eyes: He was going to get himself fucking killed and not for the first time she didn’t know whether she wanted to deck him or kiss him-

She darted forward then, phasing herself through both Victor and the other man to brace her hands on Logan’s chest and push him out of the way. She couldn’t help herself: He couldn’t engage two opponents at once, he was too injured. And besides she was hardly gonna play the damsel in distress. Sensation burst into life beneath her fingers as they made contact, both of them tumbling together until they smashed into the wall behind. The weight of his body familiar and scorching against hers. For a split second it was like the last two years had never happened, like that red-haired barfly had never happened, like Callum had never even existed, because he was here and alive and his body was against hers and it didn’t get much better than that, there was nothing else in sweet creation could hold a candle to that-

“Do we look like we fucking have time for this, people?” Jubes hollered. “That’s what angry post-mission sex is for! Now haul ass!”

And she paffed all three of their opponents, momentarily blinding them before rounding on Mystique.

Both Marie and Logan jumped to their feet as if they’d been electrocuted then, him snarling at her questioningly while she shot him her best We got a problem bub? Look. “What the fuck..?” he demanded, but before she could answer the newcomer grabbed her by her hair, yanking him towards her. Marie kneed him in the balls good and hard and he snarled, tossing her floor-wards. Trying to kick at her head and chest but within seconds she was on her feet, jabbing at him and driving him back. Diverting his attention from her Loga- From the Wolverine.

And buying Kitty more time.

Logan swore colourfully, realising he’d have to let her play this one. Darting out of the way and engaging Sabre-tooth even as the newcomer made a grab for her torso, trying to lift her up. She slugged him, dropping her weight backward and then swinging her leg around for a mean round-house kick. Then another and another. Realising as her foot made contact with his jaw that he hadn’t an adamantium skeleton at least: the crunch she felt suggested bone. By this point Logan and Creed were fighting bare-knuckle, Logan pummelling at the massive blond with adamantium-chained knuckles and swinging onto the other man’s back to twine the chain around Creed’s throat. Tightening the garrotte painfully while Creed, being Creed, laughed. Jubes was just as busy, grabbing a sliver of metal piping from the wall Stark had demolished when he made his escape and swinging it around in readiness. Remy had taught her how to use his staff about a month after they began dating, and now she was even more lethal with it than her husband: More than one Interpol agent had had their ass kicked by Jubilation LeBeau. She swung the weapon, bringing it down on Mystique’s now prone body, the strength of the blows cracking the concrete at their feet. The weapon pounding against the Porn Smurf’s ribs and chest, cracking her cheekbone then her nose. Turned out, the Bitch didn’t bleed blue, who’da thunk it? Chica set off three paffs in Mystique’s face, causing the Porn Smurf to fall back and hiss in pain. Another two going off under her skin, the burning coloured lights showing oddly against that talented blue flesh. Mystique fell backwards, curling in on herself in pain and Jubes brought the pipe down in a flash onto her knee-caps-

At which point Mystique muttered “Fuck this shit,” and made for the exit. Flipping Jubie the finger as she went and blowing Logan a kiss.

“Ew,” Marie, Jubes and Creed all muttered.

And now it was three on two.

Which was to put it mildly better fucking odds. Jubilee focussed her attention on Creed- Not surprising, she knew what he was capable of whereas the newcomer was an unknown quantity- both her and Logan working on the massive feral. Marie still fighting doggedly with the Logan-alike bastard who’d drawn them here, though she knew she was losing ground. It wasn’t even that he was faster than her and more flexible, (She’d been out of action two years and for the first time it was starting to show.) It was the fact that he didn’t seem to be tiring: Marie could feel her endurance trailing away while he was still going strong. Her blows were winding him but not putting him down. She dropped, spinning on her back heel and knocking her leg into the back of his knees, sending him sprawling even as she pulled one glove free, preparing to use her mutation. She didn’t like the idea of having this bastard in her cranium, but it was the only thing she could think to slow him down with and they needed to know whether he was solo or working a paid gig. With one bare hand she grabbed the bastard’s throat, her fingers digging into his skin viciously while he smiled up at her-

And then suddenly she felt… it.

Something unlike any transfer of power she’d ever experienced before. Something that roared through her with the strength of a hurricane, crushing anything resembling rational thought in its wake. Images, feelings, desires. A lava-hot rush of adrenaline and sheer unadulterated lust searing through her veins. She’d never experienced anything like it: It was as if everything but the urge to make the beast with two backs had been driven from her mind and all she could bear to do was, was-

Logan. She wanted Logan. Now.

Without a second thought she kicked the newcomer off her like he was made of paper. Rounding on her former sensei and yanking his mouth to hers. Her hands going effortless under his shirt to rake them skin, the scent of him in her nostrils, the feel of him under her hands. Against her hips as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The kiss was everything they’d always been to one another, hot and reckless and passionate and Jesus but they did not have time for this- She knew they didn’t have time for this but fuck if she could stop herself- So good, it felt so fucking good-

He pulled her roughly away.

Breathing hard, hands squeezing her. Those hazel eyes she knew so well hooded and hot and fuck but if they hadn’t had an audience she knew where this would have gone. Where given a moment’s incentive it still might go. Marie didn’t know what’d come over her: what the fuck was she thinking? They were working a jailbreak for heaven’s sake! But all she could feel was her heartbeat, the drive to take what was hers- And he was hers- and wipe the memory of every other woman he’d encountered since they’d been apart away. She was even growling. Jubes was staring at her like she’d never seen her, Logan doing likewise-

And at that precise moment she realised that the newcomer had done this on purpose.

Because he’d used her little lust fest (and the distraction it caused) to make his escape.

Creed’s face was suspiciously angelic. “You gotta admire the artistry o’ that,” he muttered. “The Boss-man does good work, don’t he Jimmy boy-?”

And that when Kitty phased the SUV through the wall beside them.