The chaos of the battle raged around them as Logan stood tense, his sharp gaze fixed on the villain before him. The situation had become dire, and he knew what needed to be done. But this time, instead of turning to Hank as he had in the past, he turned to you—his wife, his partner in every sense of the word.

You were already at his side, blood pumping with adrenaline as you fought alongside the X-Men. When Logan caught your eye, you could see the fire burning in his, and you instantly knew what he was about to ask.

“{{user}},” he said, voice gruff but steady. “I need you to do somethin’ for me.”

You tightened your grip on your weapon, eyebrows raising as you looked at him. “What’s that, Logan?”

His jaw clenched, and he stepped closer, lowering his voice just for you. “I need you to hit me. Hard. Make it count.”

You raised an eyebrow, a slow, dangerous grin spreading across your face. “You sure about that, Logan? I’m not holdin’ back if you ask me to do this.”

“That’s the point, darlin’,” Logan muttered, clenching his fists. “I need to lose control, and you’re the only one who can push me that far. So stop talking and hit me.”