Helping A Wolverine Unwind

Safely back home after successfully rescuing a friend and defeating a particularly brutal enemy should have been cause for celebration. Instead of feeling triumphant though, Wolverine simply felt tired. His healing factor had long since purged any trace of anaesthetic from his system and as always his wounds had healed without a scar. His limbs felt heavy, as though the adamantium that laced his bones was weighing down on him. Logan wasn't surprised as it was only now he'd finally gotten the chance to change out of his tattered uniform. Firstly there had been the simple matter of leaving a little present for the MRD, though Logan still wasn't sure if it would have been better to kill him.  Getting home there had been no let up, as Hank and Bobby were rushed down to the infirmary for treatment and fortunately would now be on the road to recovery. That still left four team members down so they would be stretched thin for a while. Seeing the worry on Kitty's face and Emma's silent determination, Logan knew they hadn't pulled through unscathed. Everyone had their own healing to do in their own time.

With the top half of his uniform mostly hanging off in shreds, Logan had felt quite relieved when Kurt had scurried off as soon as they'd left the infirmary. He hadn't let down his guard though, even after stripping off his tattered costume and slipping on his jeans, a fresh white T-shirt and one of his favourite flannel shirts. He kept alert for a sulphurous scent or the signature bamf that would be the only warning before he got ambushed.  It paid to be extra vigilant after a mission, particularly if the fuzzy elf reckoned that he needed to relax. Kurt meant well but Logan didn't really have the energy or inclination to play those games right now. Looking at the clock, it was already past 4 am so it hardly seemed worth trying to sleep. Logan simply lay back on the bed, hands resting on his stomach as he closed his eyes and hoped to maybe get an hour or two of rest. He must have been more tired than he thought as the next thing he was aware of was the creak of a floorboard and he was instantly alert.

Growl rumbling up in his throat, Wolverine tensed his muscles and leapt up from the bed to confront the intruder. In the split second it took him to make the leap, he registered the sheer bulk of the looming figure and realised his mistake. "Ugh," Logan grunted as he collided face first with what felt like a steel wall, as the force of the impact knocked the visitor to the floor with a resounding crash. It was a few seconds before either man recovered enough of their wits to speak or attempt to get to their feet. "Sorry Pete...I thought ya were the elf," Logan muttered as he rubbed at his sore jaw, not quite able to meet Piotr's gaze as the Russian strongman was hauling himself up from his prone position. "I wondered why your greeting was so enthusiastic but apology accepted," Colossus nodded as he finally got to his feet. "We just got back and I wished to see if you were alright. Kurt told me what happened." Another growl rumbled in Logan's throat, "Yeah, it's been real bad. Guess I'm still feeling on edge." Piotr couldn't help cracking a smile as Logan gave his best attempt at a puppy dog expression. "Forgive me?" Logan asked. "Da," Piotr reached forward, enveloping the smaller man in a friendly albeit crushing bear hug. He knew just the way to lighten Logan's mood.

Dangling a good few inches above the ground, Logan was feeling very grateful for his adamantium-laced skeleton, even if it was feeling a little hard to breathe. At least Colossus hadn't shifted into organic steel, though sometimes he did seem to forget his own strength or that Logan wasn't exactly fond of getting hugged.  "Pete..ya can put me down if ya like," Logan writhed a little as he tried vainly to break loose.  Mercifully Piotr loosened his grip a little, "I'm sorry...you looked as though you needed it but I was too, enthusiastic?" Piotr set the feral down gently, hoping he hadn't caused him too much stress. "It's okay...just I still need to breathe ya big lug," Logan said a little gruffly, before relenting and patting the Russian gently on the bicep. Walking over to the bed, he lay back down on it with a weary sigh, thinking he definitely needed some more rest after his near suffocation. "So I am a big lug am I?" Piotr asked, his cobalt eyes narrowed as he decided that maybe Logan shouldn't have said that. For being a large bulky man he could move very quickly when he wanted and as he'd noted, Logan wasn't wearing any shoes or socks.

"Sorry, yer not really, just forgot yer strength I guess. Pete? Hey Pete, what are ya doing? No ya don't! I'm sorry..not that!" Logan's protests fell on deaf ears, as he felt a vice like grip tightening around his ankle and the Russian's large fingers began stroking gently along the sole of his left foot. Being an artist, Piotr knew how to apply a delicate touch and in this case it proved particularly effective, especially once he reached the arch. Wolverine's toes were wriggling, the feral mutant writhing around and already giggling. "Cut it out Tin Man!" Colossus shook his head, scratching Logan's foot just under the toes and provoking a growling chuckle. A few more seconds of that and the writhing increased as Logan began pounding his fists on the bed. "I'm sorry, uncle!" Wolverine gasped, tears running down his cheeks. "Thank you tovarisch," Piotr nodded and decided to show mercy. Panting heavily, Logan lay his head back as he let himself recover his strength, the beginnings of a plan forming in his mind. It wasn't exactly the kindest thing to do but Colossus should know there would be payback.

"Logan, are you okay?" Piotr asked, concerned as Logan's breathing eased but his friend remained very still and quiet. When Kurt had told him about what had happened and about how tired and depressed the feral seemed, Colossus had wanted to see his friend and see if he could lift his spirits. Now he was a little worried that maybe he'd been too rough and wasn't even sure if Wolverine was still conscious.  "Logan?" asked the Russian,  leaning a little closer and trying to determine if Logan was just exhausted or maybe playing possum. Wolverine's eyes were closed and his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. He didn't twitch when prodded in the stomach and Colossus was starting to get really concerned. "I'm sorry..I forgot my own strength again," Piotr sighed remorsefully, though there was one last thing he could try. As gently as he could, Colossus tweaked one of the shaggy mutton chop sideburns. Hazel eyes snapped open, a growl rumbled in Logan's throat but Piotr didn't even have chance to apologise.

Colossus could have shifted to his organic steel form but he knew from past experience that he could still be vulnerable, especially from a certain method of attack. Besides that he was still in full uniform and that offered a certain amount of protection. Fully covered in leather and Kevlar save for his arms, which unfortunately just left him with one major vulnerability. "Ya can turn steel if ya want Pete, ain't gonna save ya," Logan growled as he lunged forward, reaching up under the Russian's guard. It was no different really from brawling with Sabretooth and he seemed to have caught Colossus off guard, or maybe he wasn't really fighting back yet. Regardless, Wolverine struck home and buried his fingers in the Russian's armpits. With one of his major weaknesses exploited, Colossus roared with laughter and staggered back, swaying as Logan kept up the relentless assault. Belatedly he tried tickling back but Logan's thick flannel shirt gave more than adequate protection.

Piotr could feel himself weakening, his deep laughter echoing around the room as he ended up dropping to his knees, clutching his arms across his chest in an effort to shield himself. Logan wasn't letting up, slipping behind Colossus and continuing to attack the sensitive armpits, knowing that there wasn't long to go. Finally, letting out a howl of laughter Piotr slumped forward, literally rolling on the floor as he convulsed with laughter. "No more...I surrender," Piotr gasped, clutching his stomach as Logan knelt beside him. "Too easy Pete, ya aint even fighting back," the feral grinned wolfishly as he reached for the Russian's booted feet. He'd take it slowly of course, unlace the boot before tugging it off and give Colossus chance to get his breath back. He needed this, let of some steam and forget his troubles and it was much more fun if it was a proper fight. Just as the boot was sliding off he felt Piotr grasp his ankle...the game was still on.