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Winds howled over a frozen landscape, snow swirling in angry swarms. The sky split as a portal opened in the sky depositing two bodies into the blizzard.
One second they had been fighting and the next they were falling. Instincts kicked in and Morph sprouted wings before flying to Wolverine grabbing him under the armpits. The upside to the blackbird getting destroyed so often is they get a lot of practice getting non-fliers to the ground safely, even in a storm like this. They were gliding down hoping for a safe spot to land.
“Morph!” Wolverine called over the wind “cabin 2 o'clock”
“On it”
Morph couldn't see it yet but they adjusted their direction trusting Wolverine's eyes. By the time they saw it morph had lost a good deal of their manoeuvrability, the cold causing them to stiffen up. The landing was rough resulting in both x-men laid out in the snow. Wolverine was the first one up looking back at his friend. They were trying to wrap their wings around themselves, jerking with every move as if each joint was coated and ice. They need to get inside now! Logan thought As he pulled them up and threw his arm around them half dragging them through the knee-deep snow. When the pair reached the door Logan slipped out a single claw and cut through the latch pushing the door open and revealing the single room inside. there was a fireplace with a small pile of wood, a small kitchen, some cabinets and a single bed. Logan wasted no time bundling the shifter in the blankets from the bed before starting a fire in the fireplace. It wasn't long before the flames lit the immediate area and he moved on to looking through cupboards for supplies.
Behind him Morph was trying their com hoping to contact the rest of the team but all they got was static, no reception in the storm apparently. Morph switched their attention to adapting themselves for the weather. The cold was still slowing them down too much to shift properly but they started changing bit by bit until the heat from the fire allowed them to move about smoothly.
Logan had finished his rummaging for food; he managed to find some tea, a sleeve of crackers, a handful of protein bars, and a pack of beef jerky. There were also some pots, a kettle, and more blankets in one of the cupboards. Water was the next priority. Without any running water in the cabin he took the pots and kettle outside to begin filling them with snow before the weather made outside impossible. He forced as much snow into the pot as possible, packing it as tight as he could. His hands hurt from the cold his healing factor fighting frostbite as he scooped fistfuls of snow with soaking gloves until a furry hand covered his
“I'll finish up out here you get the full ones started”
“But you're-”
“I'm fine now” Morph reassured him“you're not immune to the cold either, and you don't even have sleeves”
Logan looked up at his friend. They weren't emulating anyone but they'd bulked up and put on a heavy coat of fur while keeping their own pale coloration. He didn't want to go back and leave Morph out here alone (and there was a part of his Canadian pride that didn't want to admit he felt the cold at all) but a fight about it would be a waste of time and energy. He knew that now morph was ready for it the cold wouldn't be as big an issue for them. So he grabbed the two pots he had managed to fill leaving a half filled one and the kettle for Morph and went back inside.
The warmth of the fire stung Logan's frostbitten skin but he ignored it, setting the pots on the fire to start the melting process. Next was his suit, sleeves or no wet clothes were a bad idea so Logan started peeling off his spandex uniform hanging over the fire to dry. Covering His nudity with the blanket Morph had abandoned for fur. Logan checked the water, most of the snow had melted so he started rehydrating the jerky. tearing the meat into chunks throwing them into the largest pot. He heard Morph coming back in and shoving a cabinet in front of the latchless door to keep it closed before grabbing another blanket and joining Logan by the fire.
“the storm's getting worse” they said “so no telling when we'll be able to contact the team, probably gonna have to wait till they can fire up cerebro to find us”
Logan grunted in agreement as he pushed away the thoughts of the team losing the fight without him and Morph slowly dying, trapped here by the snow while Logan's body denied him any such escape.
“Soup's done” He stood up and went to grab bowls, mugs, and the tea from earlier.
Soup was generous. It was bland and thin even with the crackers but it was warm and with how many calories they burned from their mutations any food was good food. The tea was better, rosehips and hibiscus, it made for a summery flavour a nice contrast to the howling wind surrounding their little cabin. Morph chattered on as they ate, getting the occasional laugh from Logan as the pair sat shoulder to shoulder. The sound of wind fading as the snow piled against the cabin. Eventually night fell and neither of them could hide their exhaustion.
“You should head to bed, bub”
Morph raised an eyebrow at him “I think you mean we should head to bed”
“There's only the one bed and ‘sides someone needs to tend to the fire”
“I can tend the fire from the bed” morph said stretching out their arms touching opposite walls “not that it will matter for long there's not enough wood. we are you're going to have to share body heat”
“It's dangerous”
“Dangerous? I know I'm irresistible but I think we can keep our hands to ourselves for one night”
Logan didn't react to the joke, just stared into the fire “I lash out in my sleep sometimes” he said hesitantly “with the claws”
Morph looked at him, understanding apparent in their white eyes
“Well I can't say I like the possibility of being stabbed, but as the other option is definitely freezing I'm happy to take that risk” they smiled at him “plus I still owe you for charging you as a rhino so some light stabbing seems fair”
“That wasn't you”
“And your night terrors aren't you” Morph reached out to grab his hand “it'll be ok”
Logan looked at their hands. He wanted to argue, to make Morph understand that being close to him would never be safe. “I don't want to see you hurt”
“You know I'm a superhero right? Getting hurt is part of the job, now come on” Morph stood pulling Logan up with them and putting an end to the debate.
Logan allowed himself to be dragged over to the bed. Morph got in first, back to the wall slimming down slightly to make room on the narrow bed. Patting the empty space expectantly. Letting out a defeated sigh the shorter man got on the bed, back to the shifter he unwrapped his blanket and threw it over the both of them as he laid down. Morph hesitated before wrapping their arm around his bare chest and Logan grabbed it, positioning himself so that his claws would hit him first.
“Honestly I'd kind of forgotten that you were naked under there”
“Getting bashful now that you've dragged me to bed?” Logan teased “skin to skin is better for sharing heat”
“Oh should I ditch the fur then?”
“Only if you want”
Morph thought for a moment before the fur on their front and the inside of their arms so they had flesh where they held Logan. They pulled him in a little tighter.
“Good night Logan”
“Night Morph”