Marvel Mutant, I’m a Burning Martian!

X-23, aka Laura Kinney, aka Wolverine, aka Super Miniature Badass. Arguably one of the most badass female Marvel characters ever written. Not to mention one of the most beautiful.

Or she would be if she was not covered in blood from head to toe. Though, to be honest, it did add some amount of charm to her for some reason.

"As I've said, I am Damian. What's your name?" Ok, friendly greeting. That was a good start from my part, wish I had Xavier's positivity field around me. How does that shit even work, happy thoughts?

"…" yeah she doesn't seem to trust me at all, she still hade her claws out of her knuckles. And am pretty sure she was ready to pop out the ones from her feet as well.

"Look, the cops will arrive any minute now. And if I had any nefarious intent towards you, I would have let that moron shoot you and THEN make my entrance." Seeing that I had a point, Laura finally made her claws go back inside and nodded at my feet.

"Bodies." She said and yeah I honestly had no idea what to do about the bodies. In the end I simply decided to simply sent some fire towards the corpses in order to make the adamantium of Laura's claws hard to find on their body, cause some doctor probably could find something so impossible to find in a comic universe. She seemed to approve of the way the bodies burned at least.

"So, what's your name?" I may seem a bit too pushy about it but I really didn't want to accidentally say her name before she introduces herself, that would make things awkward at best, a flying X-23 towards my throat at worst.

"Laura, Laura Kinney." She finally answered as she started to walk with me towards my apartment.

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"Go take a shower." Laura tried to glare at me, which looked more like a pout that would have been adorable but it still was quite scary since she was covered in blood.

"You are covered in blood from head to toe and stink like a carcass. Go take a shower while I clean the bloodstains on the floor and prepare food." All of her resistance went up in smoke the moment the word 'food' left my mouth and she went to the bathroom.

Honestly, for a trained little murder machine cloned from Wolverine's DNA, she was quite like a child.

After I cleaned up the floor I went to the kitchen with the groceries I had bought before deciding to immerse myself into Laura's fight. As I put some chicken along with heavy amount of red pepper on the pan, and the pan on the stove, I thought about how I should handle my new... friend.

I wasn't exactly a nice person but the sheer amount of supervillain stupidity in this universe was staggering, along with it's consequences. Laura Kinney was an unstoppable killing machine agains normal humans and even some super powered ones in her normal state. The training of the Facility had also caused a very important problem when coupled with her already impressive abilities became even more troublesome.

Trigger 42.

A chemical created by Facility that causes berserker like trance in Laura that turned her from a killing machine to straight up meat grinder for anything around her. Or as she had put it in comics:

'When I smell it, everything goes black... And when I wake up, everyone's dead.'

The chances that those crooks she had killed, with help of me of course, had been affiliated with Facility are ridiculously high. And so is some other ridiculously named villain organization coming after her. The safest option for me would be leaving her alone and sending her on her way to kill more not-so-innocent super villains and villain crooks.

But fuck that.

Not only leaving one of my all time favorite characters to their less than pleasant fate brought a less than pleasant taste to my mouth, I also no longer needed to fear for my safety against most beings on earth. It might sound arrogant but I had power above all but stupidly OP beings like strongest of sorcerers and cosmic threats. So yeah, fuck leaving Laura alone.

As the chicken was finally cooked enough, the door opened behind me and Laura walked in. With only a towel around her body.

Not exactly surprising if one considered that her upbringing had not included what others would consider to be socially obvious knowledge, so she probably did not see nudity as a taboo like most people would.

No complaints from me. But it would feel a bit awkward if we were to eat with her naked so...

"Wait a second." I stretched my arm towards my room and grabbed what I was looking(touching?) for I contracted the arm back and gave the shirt I had grabbed to Laura.

She did not seem to care much as she threw off of her towel, giving me a spectacular view of her nude body. Both her legs and arms were lithe but also muscular, like rather than expanding her muscles had compressed themselves into her body and made her look muscular without being any bulkier than any other teenage girls. But my eyes were far more interested on her... assets. Her chest was small, especially when one compared to the unrealistic sizes in comics, but also very firm. Her slit was clean shaven, why a assassin organization would have her shaved I had no idea though. Unfortunately, I could not see her backside but I could imagine what it would look like very well.

As she put on the shirt, all of the sexiness was forgotten due to the sheer amount of cuteness she generated with my shirt covering her from shoulders to her thighs. I had to stop myself from hugging her. I wasn't exactly big without my powers but Laura was short, creating an adorable image with my shirt.

Shaking my head in order to clear off the thoughts of cuteness, I placed the chicken on a plate and offered it to her. It wasn't exactly noticeable without looking closely but I could see her nose twitching and her eyes shining as she took the scent of the spiced chicken in. Makes sense since as far as I knew her trainers had allowed her only nutritious but tasteless meals so the chicken must smell, and very soon taste, divine to her.

"I'm gonna put your old clothes in the washing machine, you just eat the chicken." I said as I left her behind the chicken and went back to there bathroom. Her clothes were on the floor and that was something else I would have to wash the blood off of. As I picked up her clothes I could see that both tank top and the jeans were black under the heavy layer of blood and grime.

It probably wasn't the right method but I simply threw them in the washing machine and walked back to the kitchen to find Laura glaring at her empty plate like it had told her that using puppies as a replacement for golf balls would be a good idea.

"Would you like to eat anything else?" My mouth moved even before I could think but it was worth it as Laura looked up to me with puppy like eyes, shining with desire.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I took out a bucket of ice cream and put it in front of her. She looked confused as she opened the lid and revealed the cookie dough sweetness to the world. She was rather reluctant at first but her tune changed very quickly as she took a small piece inside her mouth and then she started to eat like it would disappear in a few seconds. And disappear it did into her stomach. She really was adorable.

"Ok, now that you are no longer hungry, let's talk." I said as I sat in front of her.

"Who were those people?" Laura looked into my eyes for a moment before deciding to speak.

"They work for an organization called 'Facility'. They were sent to apprehend me and take me back." So they really were from the Facility, not sure why they had sent simple grunts after Laura was anyone's guess though.

"So you were affiliated with them in the past?" I asked in order to not to tip her off about my knowledge and she simply nodded.

"I was raised in Facility in order to become their personal assassin. I left and now they want me back." She admitted without looking into my eyes, she probably thought that I would kick her out or something.

"Well, you can stay here as long as you want. Or at least until you deal with those Facility guys." I said and her head snapped to me in surprise, she really had not expected that.

"Don't look that surprised, I also killed one of their minions. Don't think they would leave me alone if they learned about that." And considering that this was a comic universe, that kind of unpleasant event was pretty much guaranteed.

"They can kill you." I could only snort at that.

"Don't worry about that. I am quite a bit stronger than I look and that trick with fire is not the only thing that I can do." I waved off her concerns.

"But—"

"You can try to convince me otherwise tomorrow. I am gonna sleep and so should you." I said as I laid went to my sofa and laid down on it.

"My room is on bathroom's right. You can take the bed." Cause an asshole I might be, but leaving a guest to sleep on a couch while you slept on your bed was just plain bad manners.

So I just closed my eyes and tried to sleep, wasn't sure if I actually needed sleep with my physiology but the thought of a sleep deprived Fernus monster was simply too risky to… well, risk it.

My other problems, I would deal tomorrow morning with a clear mind.