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Danger Room Level 1

Posted this at the beginning of the year on my DA account. Thought I’d throw it up on here. This was my first Wolverine tickle pic in 4 years! O_O

https://www.deviantart.com/lovemybluebully/art/Danger-Room-Level-1-865337680

Wrote a little story to go along with it.

Story is below the ‘Keep Reading’ line.

*/M Tickle Fic (Obviously lol) "Any other surprise challenges for me today, bub? Or is that all ya got?" Wolverine smirked confidently up at the team leader of the X-men, glancing over his shoulder at the pile of rubble consisting of destroyed weaponry and dismembered sentinels and robots of all sizes. Cyclops only sighed as he shook his head and looked down at the Canadian brawler from the control room of their training facility, having exhausted almost every combination of attacks that he could think to throw at him.

These scenarios of Wolverine slicing and dicing up every obstacle and foe were quite predictable and honestly getting a tad boring to watch over and over. Scott decided it was time to try something a little different. "No, this just isn't working. These upper level programs are just all foreseeable for you. Lets try something new. I say we scrap everything and start over from scratch. How about we start you at level 1?"

Logan's smirk disappeared as he frowned up at the other man. "Level 1? Yer kiddin' me, right? That's the program the Professor uses to train the kiddies."

"Trust me Logan it'll be perfect for you. Since you've always skipped over the bottom levels you'll have no idea what they contain so you won't be able to predict them so easily. Hell I don't even know myself exactly what is on each level, but lets give it a shot! Maybe we'll both learn something." Scott actually wasn't lying since he himself had been too competent for those beginner programs when he had joined the X-men. It was likely that Logan would just blow right through them, but he was curious and quite frankly desperate for a change of pace. "Fine. But this is gonna be just a waste o' time," Logan grumbled as he lazily stretched out his arms and cracked his neck. "Don't underestimate the Danger Room and dismiss this program so easily. It may be aimed towards the less experienced, but should still provide its own formidable experience. Remember to stay alert and don't let your guard down." Wolverine just scoffed and blew off his advice like he normally did. "Yeah whatever Slim. Lets get on with it."

"Ok great. Now just a moment here. I'm initiating level 1....," Scott uttered with some fast typing on the control board before pressing one final button, "Now." They waited for a few quiet moments, but nothing happened. Logan was about to quip some sarcastic remark when finally the Danger Room began to show some activity. A compartment on the wall opened and two gloved robotic hands being controlled by metal tentacles began to slowly make their way over to him. Logan snorted in disbelief and shook his head as he looked over the two appendages and noted that they were not holding any kinds of weapons; basically looking completely harmless.

"That's it? This is ridiculous. What's next, a pillow fight? Not that I expected this crap to be any kinda challenge whatsoever," Logan rolled his eyes as he raised his hands into the air and released his deadly claws; ready to dispatch the advancing robot hands with a quick swipe once they closed in. Not even a second later he quickly found his arms ensnared as two metal tentacles had crept in from behind to successfully restrain him much to Logan's shock. He growled as he tried to slice at the tentacles with his sharp claws, but they firmly held his arms away from each other just above his head. The distraction had been just enough that he barely had time to notice that the gloved hands had now reached him as one of them wasted not a moment to grab hold of the hem of his uniform's shirt and roughly jerk it upwards, exposing his bare stomach.

"Hey! What is...?!" He shouted in confusion; his words cut off as the other hand immediately shot forward and buried it's furiously wriggling digits right into his muscular belly.

Logan hadn't listened to Scott. He had let his guard down completely when he had seen this "threat" first enter the room. His overconfidence was now going to be his downfall for mocking the capabilities of the robot hand; the hand that was now ruthlessly tickling him. This tactic was a complete shock to him, and having not put up any of his mental defenses in preparation the laughter exploded out of him as soon as contact was made. "Ahahahaahaa! Wha-Whahahat's goin' ohohohon?! Stahahap thaaat!" He howled out at the mindless hand that relentlessly continued tickling all over his sensitive abdomen; the other hand holding his shirt securely out of the way. Scott too was in complete awe by just what method the program had decided to use, though he couldn't help but grin as he saw the situation that his normally cantankerous teammate was now in. It was already a known fact by the mansion's inhabitants that Logan was surprisingly ticklish as his female team members found it quite endearing and took great delight in ganging up on the burly mutant at times. Heightened senses did have their drawbacks. Still nothing that Scott himself would partake in, knowing that while Logan might put up with it from the ladies he was pretty sure he'd be skewered on the spot if he even made a hint at attempting such a thing. In a way he now felt that he had a sense of power in having Logan in this position. "See? That's what happens when you underestimate the situation, now get to work Logan. Tickling probably isn't a real world offensive that you're going to run into, but no harm in being extra prepared." Wolverine's claws remained out, but he couldn't move his arms enough to free himself. Unable to think straight he continued to fail in his efforts to come up with a strategy to get out of this aside from yelling up at the amused operator in the control room. "Cyyyykehehehee! Tuhuhurn thihis shihihihiiit ohahahahoff!!" Arms bulging he thrashed uselessly in the grip of the tentacles, trying to block the torturous hand from his body by lifting his knee to no avail. He'd been tickled worse than this before, but never had he been this helpless to defend himself. Meanwhile Scott mused over the scene before him. It in fact was a little stupid to be messing with one of the world's deadliest mutant's like this, and he was pretty sure there would be Hell to pay later. His hand hovered momentarily over the button to shut down the Danger Room, but then he pulled back. "No, I think you just need a little more time to figure this out. I have faith in you. I mean, this program is only used to train the 'kiddies', right?" Yup. He was pretty sure Logan was going to kill him after this. "Fuhuhuhuck yooooouuuu!!" Logan cackled as he desperately tried to regain some kind of focus though was only barely able to retract his claws back into his hands, knowing that they were of no use. "Aw c'mon Logan. You're not that ticklish, are you? Can't resist just one little hand tickling you?" Scott couldn't help but tease a bit, having on more than one occasion seen Logan nearly lose his mind from just having his stomach tickled by his teenage sidekick, Jubilee. No sooner had he said that when a third hand began to move in from out of Logan's sight before grabbing the squirming mutant right below his ribs as the fingers playfully dug in over and over again.

"Bwahahahahahahahahaa!! Noooo!! Gehehet 'em offa meeheeheehee!!" Roaring with laughter from the added torture Logan was regretting not taking the lowest level of the Danger Room more seriously. With his arms being held out of the way he couldn't even use them to help guard his body no matter how hard he pulled to free them. It wasn't much longer before his legs began to weaken as he attempted to sink to the floor to hopefully get him a split second of reprieve.

He was allowed to move to the ground, but the hands were unrelenting. With a firm tug the restraining tentacles around his forearms pulled him down onto his back as a few more hands now appeared seemingly out of nowhere to join in tickling under his arms and the other side of his ribcage.

"No!! No!! Stahahahap ihihihihit!! Lemme outtahahaha heeheeheeeere!!" The Wolverine howled as he kicked and squirmed like crazy; his armpits being one of his worst spots. Two other metal tentacles quickly slithered over and grabbed onto each leg to stretch him out and prevent him from curling up in defense. Tears crept out of the corners of his eyes from laughing so hard as so far he had made no progress in getting loose. "Very disappointing Logan. I thought for sure you'd have passed all these lower levels with ease. Well it seems we've uncovered your true weakness. Something that your healing factor won't protect you from. We'll probably have to repeat this level over and over until you get it right," Scott grinned wider, only half serious as he liked to push Logan's buttons at any given opportunity. He was hardly listening though; too focused on the incessant tickle torture. Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse two additional hands made their way over and quickly tugged off his boots, revealing his twitching bare feet as Logan's eyes bulged in panic. "HEY!! Hey hey waahaahaait a m...minute!! No don't!! Not the-AAAHAHAHHAHAHA!!" Fingers wildly scratched at his tender soles, tickling from his wide heels to up under his curled up toes with not a thing he could do to stop them. He was laughing harder than he'd ever had as the tears began to roll down his cheeks. He absolutely could not handle having his feet tickled and once had accidentally kicked Rogue for trying. Luckily she is a tough woman though she used it as an excuse to really punish him with his ankles trapped in the crook of her super strong arm while Logan hysterically cried 'Uncle'. This was more than he could stand. Being spread out and tickled in all his most sensitive spots at once with no way to guard himself was where he drew the line. He loathed the thought of what he was about to do, but he couldn't hold back the frantic pleas that came pouring out. "NAAAHAHAHAHAHOOOO!! N-NO MORE!! STOPSTOP!! PLEEHEEHEEEEASE!! I CAN'T..HAHAHAHAHAA..CAAHAAHAAN'T T-TAKE THIHIHIIS SHIIIIIT!!" Scott was just enjoying the show as he chuckled and shook his head in disbelief. "Wow. Who knew? All one has to do to defeat Wolverine is to tickle him and he'll be begging for mercy. Better hope none of your enemies ever find out about this one."

And with that he finally pushed the button to shut down the currently running program in the Danger Room. He'd have been more than happy to let it keep going, but even he could feel some sympathy for his frenemy and knew once he started begging that he had had enough. Logan instantly panted in relief as the hands all stopped tickling him while he was gently released from the restraints, everything then retracting back into the chambers that they had emerged from. A giggle escaped him here and there as he still had a phantom feeling of the fingers all over on his body.

Scott slowly clapped his hands in jest from the control room as he grinned down at the seemingly lifeless body. "Not bad, Logan! I think you almost had it there, but I'm sure you'll do better next time! So what do you think? Ready for level 2?"

The middle claw that immediately popped out of Logan's fist crudely gave him his answer.

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lovemybluebully · 3 years

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Relaxation Interrupted

I recently just started drawing and writing again after a long hiatus so nice to be posting again! Hope to hear from some of you guys! :)

X-men Evolution-verse

*/M, F/M, Very slight M/F Tickling Pure family bonding FLUFF!! Summary: Logan is dragged to the beach and Kitty convinces him to allow her to bury him in the sand. Some cute fatherly Logan bonding with his girls. ^_^ Word Count: 5,035 (Way longer than I planned! lol)

Based on this picture I drew on my DeviantArt. ( https://www.deviantart.com/lovemybluebully/art/Relaxation-Interrupted-876785777 )

"Please?"

"Absolutely not."

"Pleeeeeeeaaaaasse?"

"Still no." "C'mon Mr. Logan! It'll be fun!"

"Ya may be surprised to hear that I have a lot o' doubts about that." Wolverine was sitting on a towel on the sand of the local beach and was currently being pestered by his reason for being there in the first place; Kitty Pryde.

Professor Xavier thought it would be beneficial for Logan to start accompanying the students on a one-on-one basis for some bonding activities to improve student and teacher relations. Kitty had chosen the beach as their destination despite Logan's minor detest for sand, but he agreed with her promising just how relaxing it would be for him. He really could stand some relaxation. Especially after his day with Ororo's nephew Evan, who had naturally picked the skate park for them to go to. Not even Logan's natural reflexes and balance could keep him from ending up on his ass several times that day. He had to hold himself back from smashing every skateboard there to pieces. At least there was really nothing he could think of that might go wrong at the beach. The worst for most people was getting a sunburn, but he had no reason to worry about that with his healing factor. Kitty had brought along her young pit bull puppy that Logan had thoughtfully renamed to Runt, and after hiking the trail down the cliff-side they got settled in. The beach she had chosen was more secluded than the other tourist beaches in the area and currently there was no one around them for half a mile. Their time there wasn't bad so far. The weather was in their favor and the sun was out, keeping the air at a comfortable 70F degrees. All Logan had been doing was just sitting there throwing a small piece of driftwood for the puppy to fetch as he kept a watchful eye on Kitty splashing around in the ocean water. Eventually though she had emerged, and after drying off with a towel her next big idea was for him to let her bury him in the sand. Of course Logan was quick to reject the idea. "But, like, you don't even have to do anything! You can just sit there and-!" "Fer the last time Half-pint, ya ain't coverin' me with a buncha sand!" He growled with slight annoyance at her persistence as Runt came running back to deposit the retrieved stick in his hand. Kitty frowned with a pout of her lips as she turned and hugged her knees to her chest, looking genuinely disappointed. Logan instantly felt regret. He cursed his inability to resist feeling bad for the teenage girl, not wanting her to be unhappy because of him. Being one of the younger students at the school inherently made him more protective of her; not to mention how she had helped him come to his senses back when he had that mind-control chip that was implanted in his head. He supposed he could humor her for just a little while. What's the worst that could happen? With a loud sigh he softened his voice before throwing the stick for Runt once more. "Alright fine. If it means that much to ya then go ahead."

"Really?! You mean it?!" Kitty instantly perked up with a big smile and threw her arms around him, "Thanks Mr. Logan! You won't regret it!"

Logan smirked at how easy it was for her to change her mood and gave her a gentle hug back with one arm. "We'll see about that. Hopefully it ain't that hard to get off me after. Now if ya don't mind," he pulled his shirt off over his head, leaving him in just his swim trunks as he laid back on the towel, "I'm just gonna shut my eyes fer a few minutes an' catch some sun while yer doin' that." "Go right ahead! Like I said, you don't have to do anything. Just relax." "Sounds good to me." With the warmth of the sun penetrating all his exposed skin Logan found it easy to doze off rather quickly. Runt returned with the stick, but after finding Logan not responsive to him trying to thrust the stick into his hand the pup decided to just lay down beside him and start gnawing on the piece of wood. Meanwhile, Kitty got to work with the sand and began with his lower body, figuring that she'd be less likely to disturb his nap. It was about fifteen minutes later when Logan began to wake up, taking him a second to remember where he was. He opened his eyes and slowly sat up to find a large mound of sand covering his legs as Kitty continued to add more and more. "How's it goin' kid?"

She smiled when she heard his voice and saw he was awake again. "Pretty good. I actually had to start off with a lot of wet sand to get it going since the dry stuff was just sliding down and wouldn't stay in place. It doesn't feel too heavy on you I hope?"

Logan tried to move his legs a bit to test it, but found he couldn't budge them at all aside from his feet which the teen had left unburied and sticking out of the mound.

"Nah, it's fine. But if yer goal was to keep me from escapin' then I'd say ya succeeded," he wiggled his feet around, not too crazy about being restrained in any way, but he felt no threat from Kitty, and that little nap had relaxed him more than he thought it would. "It's only temporary. I'll dig you out when you're ready." Logan nodded as he discovered Runt asleep on the towel beside him, rubbing the dog's small body and waking him almost immediately. The puppy yipped excitedly as he licked at Logan's hand and then jumped to his paws to run down to the water to chase after the seagulls.

Kitty just smiled, knowing Logan had become very attached to the dog no matter how much he tried to appear otherwise. He was looking after Runt fondly before noticing he'd been caught by the pony-tailed girl as he tried to play it off. "Dumb mutt," he snorted and shook his head, breaking their eye contact to keep up his stoic demeanor. She tilted her head as it was her turn to look at him fondly. Others might find him to be hostile or unsociable or even just plain intimidating, which he was a lot of the time, but despite that she felt differently towards him. She knew firsthand of his dangerous animalistic side that he had trouble controlling, yet she still felt incredibly comfortable around him. She'd get homesick at times and found Logan always putting in the effort to be there for her in any way big or small. When she would feel like no one cared about any problems she was having he was the only one who was never too busy to listen and give her honest advice, even if sometimes it wasn't what she wanted to hear. He would never lie to her just for her sake and she appreciated that more than he knew.

She had grown pretty close to him and had taken the time to learn more about the side of him that he didn't show to many people. It took some digging as he was still pretty reserved when it came to showing emotions other than anger, but there were some things she had picked up. He may not show it in the traditional way, but he really did care about all of them. He was the crabby uncle and they were all his family. Logan finally looked back and found her staring at him strangely as he raised a brow.

"Uhhh...ya ok there Half-pint?"

She quickly snapped out of it and shook her head. "Sorry, I was just thinking. About how good you are to me. You'd really make a great dad," she smiled warmly as she thought she noticed a slight tinge of blush on Logan's cheeks as he just muttered and shrugged his shoulders. "Ah it ain't nothin' special. Don't even mention it," he tried to change the subject, "So uh, how's school goin'?" "It's not bad. I'm passing all my classes, and I've been cramming for my finals that are next week. It's nice to get a break from all that studying so thanks for coming here with me." "Any time kiddo. Sounds like ya needed a lil' getaway." "Yeah, I've had a lot on my mind lately," she looked to the side and fidgeted with her hands for a moment, "Hey Mr. Logan? You think I could talk to you about something?"

"Course ya can. Somethin' I can help ya with darlin'?"

"It's just...well Mr. Logan what I wanna know is-"

Logan cut her off. "How many times I gotta tell ya, ya don't gotta keep callin' me 'Mr', y'know? Think we're way past all the formalities. Just Logan'll do," he gave her a small smile for reassurance as she nodded. "Ok Logan. Anyways I was, like, just wondering, it might be stupid but...," she paused, biting her lip momentarily before the words just came tumbling out, "How do you know when a boy likes you?" She looked a little embarrassed for blurting it out like she did, but she was relieved to see no look of judgement on Wolverine's calm face. There never was no matter what she might say to him. "Boys, huh. Ya ain't old enough fer boys yet," his mouth quirked up slightly as Kitty just giggled. "In your mind I'd never be old enough," she shook her head, "But I'm 15 Logan, and boys are starting to notice me and well, I'm noticing them too. So like, what do I do? Should I start dressing different? Talking different? How do I know if I'm doing the right thing?" "Well first things first any boyfriend ya get is gonna need to have a private meetin' with me so I can beat...I mean, have a talk with 'em," he teased her as she laughed and playfully swatted his shoulder. "Stop it, I'm serious! Really though!" "Alright fine. Well I can't speak fer them, but you'd be surprised how much confidence can overcome any kinda physical attraction. It may sound corny, but just stay true to yerself an' those boys won't be able to resist. Any boy that likes ya purely fer yer physical attributes ain't worth yer time anyhow." "Well I don't think I'll have that problem anyways. I mean, I'm not as pretty as someone like Jean-"

"What're ya talkin' about darlin'? Yer beautiful. An' don't let no one ever tell ya otherwise. If they do then they'll have to answer to me," he unsheathed his claws momentarily with a smirk as Kitty just blushed, not one to take compliments that well. "You really mean that?" Logan opened his mouth to answer, but instead came out a snort that just as quickly developed into a goofy looking grin as the burly man surprisingly started to chuckle.

"Heh..Hehehe...Ehehehehee!" Kitty blushed with a frown this time, feeling self-conscious that Logan was now laughing at her as she regret opening up to him about this.

"Well you don't have to laugh at me. If this is all a joke to you then you can just-"

"No I-eheeheehehee! It's not-aahahah! Get away!"

"Get away? You want me to leave?" She was seriously confused by what he was trying to say, though he was struggling to speak clearly through his giggles. "No! N-Not you! Hehehahaa! My feet! Get 'im off! Ahahahahaahaa!" Logan leaned over the sand pile and tried to swat at something on the other side as Kitty finally realized that something else was going on. The teen peeked over the sand and her mind was eased when she found the source of Logan's sudden outburst. Runt had returned from playing down by the water and was now excitedly licking away at the soles of Logan's bare feet while his tail wagged with vigor. It was always a pleasant surprise to see that even with his normally tough exterior Wolverine had his soft side too. Even more surprising was the fact that he was actually a very ticklish guy. Kitty herself had gotten into a few tussles with him when he was in the right mood, usually getting Rogue to help her team up against the gruff mutant until they had him in tears. Currently the playful pup was tickling him greatly as his feet flailed around and his toes curled and flexed, unsuccessfully trying to evade the little tongue. "C'mon! Get that muhuhutt! Baahaahaha! He's ticklin' me!" Logan was laughing harder now as he tried to free his legs by leaning back on his hands and pulling with all his might to no avail. "Aww, he's just playing with you. Lets give him another minute," Kitty smiled, making no move to stop the happy puppy. She loved seeing Logan laugh like this. It was rare for him to do it on his own, but tickling him was always a guarantee. It was just one of the few natural reactions she got to see from him, and it was nice to see him not be so wound up tight all the time. He'd never admit it, but he was always in a much better mood after laughing his guts out. "Whahahat?! No! I caahaan't taahaake-heeheeheehahahah! Stoppit!" Logan howled as he again leaned over the sand mound and tried to shoo the puppy away, but Runt saw his laughter and the flailing of his hands as a positive reaction. In his mind Logan was enjoying this and encouraging him to continue as he'd jump back momentarily to playfully bark before leaping forward to attack his toes with more licks. "OK! OK! Seriously! Aahahahahah! No mohohore! Maahaahake 'im stahahahaap!" Logan fell back onto his elbows as he clawed at the sand in his attempts to pull himself loose, though starting to lose some of his strength from laughing so much. Kitty made some unenthusiastic calls to the puppy to try to get his attention. "Runt? Runt! Come here boy! Oh shoot Logan, he's just not listening to me," she giggled, showing that she really wasn't trying that hard. "Grab 'im!! Just graahahaab 'im!! Eeheeheeheehehe!! Pleeheeheeaase!!"

Kitty pretended to think it over as she listened to his laughter and hysterical giggles for another minute before finally deciding he'd had enough. "Alright, come here you," she smiled and scooped the puppy up as he stretched his tongue to take a few last laps at Logan's toes. She snuggled him close as he licked her chin before placing him back onto the sand and patting his backside. "Go on now. Go play," she shooed him off as he barked and ran back down towards the ocean. She then turned to check on her mentor who was now sitting back up and still a little out of breath, though luckily with his natural abilities he was able to recover fairly quick.

"I didn't...sign up fer this." "You didn't have to! It's all included! Told you this place would be relaxing!" "Yeah....Bein' tickled outta my mind is reeeeaal relaxin'," he grunted sarcastically with a roll of his eyes as she continued to smile brightly at him. "But how do you feel now?"

Logan paused as he realized what she meant. He didn't want to prove her right, but he really did feel relaxed. However he decided he wouldn't oblige her and would just deny it like he normally would. "Feel like I need a long vacation from the lot o' ya," he mustered up a frown as Kitty just smiled knowingly. He didn't have to admit it. She could tell by his body posture and how his muscles weren't tensed up that this was about as relaxed as he could get. "Was that your plan all along? Buryin' me like this so ya could tickle me to death an' "relax" me?" He growled a little, but the way he did it indicated no hint of being angry with her as she just laughed. "Ok yeah, you got me," she rolled her eyes playfully, "Pffft! No, of course not! But I will say it is an added bonus." To add to her tease she promptly reached over and tickled his exposed stomach as he started to squirm and giggle again, but she was close enough that he was then able to give her a few well-placed squeezes on her side causing her to squeal and jump away from him.

He smirked, looking pleased with himself as she glared dangerously back at him. When it was just Kitty by herself trying to launch a tickle attack on him she could get in a few good shots, but he usually was able to turn the tables rather quickly with having his size and strength on his side. The silly girl was always wearing flip flops or some other flimsy shoes that were easily removed and his rough fingers could go to town on her soft soles, while she would screech and pound her small fists on his back. It was only when she was able to get reinforcements like Rogue and/or Boom Boom that he turned it down a little bit, not wanting to get too rough with them. The problem was that they knew that and with that weakness exposed it just enabled them to more easily get him subdued where they'd all pile on top of him and viciously tickle his ribs and his unbearably ticklish underarms until he cried "Uncle".

Logan always liked to gloat about the times he would best her though. "That'll teach ya to mess with me Pryde. Guess I win afterall." "Oh do you?" Her eyes darted mischievously to the side as she immediately rushed for his feet. Logan's own eyes widened, forgetting that he was still prisoner as he grabbed a hold of her arm briefly, but she easily phased out of his grip.

His next move was to rapidly start trying to unbury his legs from the sand trap, but the moment he felt her fingers digging into his soles he lost his momentum and fell back in a fit of hysterical laughter. "Naaaahahahahohohoo! K-Kihihihitty!! I was....j-just johohokin'!!" "Oh yeah? Well I'm not the one who's laughing!" She grinned, spidering her fingers all over his tender arches as his feet wiggled frantically to get away, "How's it feel Logan, hmm? Does this tickle?" She enjoyed taunting him from this side for it was usually him saying similar things to her while he'd tickle her feet. It wasn't often that she really got the chance to get him there because of how strong he was, not to mention his feet were his worst spot so he guarded them well. She was going to enjoy this as long as she could get away with. "Ye-Yehehehes!! Ohahahahaha!! Staahaap!!" He laid on his back and pounded his fist against the sand as Runt ran around them, barking excitedly and occasionally diving in to lick Logan's face, which in turn was making him laugh even more as he tried to shove the little dog away.

"Aww the big bad Wolverine has ticklish feet huh? Coochie coochie coo!" Her fingers wriggled their way right under his toes, knowing he'd hit the roof. "AHAHAhaha!! No!! C'mon!! Quihihit playin'!! Nohohot the tohohohoes!!" Logan reflexively thrashed like crazy with his arms wrapped around his stomach, laughing so hard he thought he was going to bust his gut open. "Declare me the winner and I may show mercy," she was enjoying her power trip as she continued tickling his toes while her other hand performed a devastating scribbling attack on his meaty soles. "Ahahahalright!! I sur-surrender!! Hahahhaaha!! Ya win!! Ya wiiiiin!!" Tears had began to creep out of his eyes, but Kitty had one last thing in mind. "Admit you like Runt! Tell him you love him!" She barely got the words out as he began yelling them at the top of his lungs. "I LOVE YA!! I LOVE YA RUNT!! BAAHAHAHAHAAH!!"

Kitty smiled big and finally stopped, knowing that once Logan started obeying demands that he really couldn't take anymore. Wolverine panted for breath and remained fairly motionless while Runt climbed all over him and covered his face with wet kisses.

He finally regained some sense as he grabbed a hold of the small dog and cradled him in his arm, slowly sitting back up. "Aww I knew you loved him!" Kitty laughed as Logan raised a brow at her, but then couldn't help smiling as Runt squirmed up from his hold and licked at his stubbled chin.

"Yeah fine, ya got me. Guess I do," he set the pup down and wiped the slobber off of his face with his hand, "Geez, well ya definitely ain't buryin' me all the way now like ya wanted. In fact I'm never lettin' anyone bury me again. I've been tortured a lot o' ways in my lifetime an' bein' tickled like that is by far the worst."

Thinking of the extremely painful tortures Logan had experienced with him even comparing it on the same level as tickling made Kitty giggle at how overdramatic he could be. "Heehee, not my fault you're so ticklish. But that's a good thing! Because it's always a great day when I get to see you smile." Before he knew it she had jumped on him to hug her arms around his neck; his heart softening a little from her words as he gently patted her back. There weren't many that could look past his prickly exterior and genuinely cared about his well-being. "Yeah yeah, don't rub it in," he couldn't help smiling at just how much affection she showed towards him, even if he did resist at times. It was his turn to make her smile now. "By the way what I was tryin' to tell ya darlin' before I got interrupted earlier, yeah I meant what I said."

"Meant what?" She pulled back to curiously look him in the eyes. "That yer beautiful. One o' the most beautiful girls I know inside an' out. I'd never lie to ya 'bout that."

The smile that came over her face was worth everything that had happened to him that day. "Thanks Logan. I won't forget that. Thank you for trusting me and always letting me see the sweet side of you," she squeezed him tighter for a few moments before finally letting him out of her embrace, "Well how about we get you out of this sand now, hm?" With his help she then got started working on unburying his legs from the sand. As they neared exposing his legs Kitty couldn't resist giving his foot a little tickle, laughing as Logan yelped and yanked his legs completely free. He glared playfully at the giggling girl. "So funny I forgot to laugh." "Well I can fix that. Give it here and I'll try again," she teased, reaching for his foot again as he hastily scrambled to stand up. "In yer dreams. Well I think I'm a little over this beach. Whaddya say we go do somethin' else?" Logan grunted as he bent down to pick up his tshirt and pulled it back on over his head, then dusting the sand off of his legs with the towel. "Sure," Kitty nodded as she got up and collected her things, including having to pick up Runt out of the hole he was digging in the sand, "I know Professor said it's the student's choice, but maybe we could, like, go do something that you want to do?"

Logan looked back at her surprised as they started walking across the sand, not expecting that he was going to get to choose for once.

"Somethin' I wanna do? Well I really could use a drink after all that torture ya put me through. I say we hit the bar. Yer 21 right?"

"I'm 15 you dork!" She grinned, knowing he knew damn well as she poked his ribs to make him chuckle. "Heh, yeah I know I know. Alright well how 'bout I take ya to the gun range? Ya ever shot a gun before? It's somethin' ya definitely should know how to do in case yer ever in that situation. I mean, I don't use 'em much myself, but I gotta practice my shot anyways fer once those boys start comin' to the school callin' on ya," he flinched with a wide smile and managed to brush her hand away as she tried to tickle him again. "Oooh you keep this up and later I'm going to get the girls together and we're just gonna destroy you," she was half-serious and that pushed Logan's cocky side back out. "Ya think I'm scared? Bring it on bub. I can take on an army o' ninjas single-handed, pretty sure a few teenage girls would be nothin'," he grinned proudly, flexing his muscles as she just laughed and shook her head. "You remember that. Remember you said that when we have you pinned down and you're begging for your life." "Ya got a wild imagination Pryde," Logan smirked with a roll of his eyes, trying not to show a hint of just how much that thought made him shiver. "Just picture it. And we're not just going to stick to the usual spots, oh no," she succeeded in pinching his side this time to make him squirm, "I mean it'd be a crime to not let the other girls experience the joy of seeing how you react to having your feet tickled. I'm sure Jean would be more than happy to help us out and hold you down for us. Oooh then we could all get your other bad spots too at the same time; your armpits, your belly, that one spot on your lower ribs. I'll bet it would almost kill you if we-" "Alright, cut that out! I get it. I won't kill yer boyfriends. Well....long as they don't give me a reason to," he cursed himself for breaking under the mental torture she was inflicting, but imagining all that was making his skin crawl.

"That's all I can ask of you," she laughed and patted his large bicep, "Can't promise we still won't go through with that idea, but we'll see how it goes." "Great," Logan groaned with a face-palm, but then let out a guffaw as Kitty reached into his armpit with wiggling fingers, "HAAH! Will ya stop ticklin' me?!" "Ok ok, I'll stop. Oh hey, before we go to that shooting place do you think we could get something to eat first? I'm starving!" She hugged her waist as Logan felt his own stomach growl and nodded. "Yeah, me too. You an' that mutt made me burn a lot o' calories by makin' me laugh so much. I'll let ya pick this one."

"Groovy! Because I know of this great vegan place that you'll just...," she peeked a glance up at the disgusted look that had spread over Logan's face as she just started to laugh, "I'm kidding! I'm kidding! There's actually a really good steak house around here that's to die for! And they have a nice big outdoor patio so Runt can join us!"

She held the pup up in her arms who blissfully barked at hearing his name as Logan grinned and put his arm around her shoulders. "That's my girl. Now yer talkin' my language. Get on up now," he nudged her towards the steps leading up the cliffside to leave the beach. "Pretty sure they serve alcohol too so you can still get that drink you wanted!"

"Perfect. I might need to get some to-go also," he chuckled as he envisioned Kitty making good on her threats later that evening of getting her girlfriends after him. Having a good buzz would make that experience a lot easier to stand. But that would have to wait until later for he needed to be completely sober for their next activity. A firearm was serious business, and he would need his full mental capacity to thoroughly explain and show his student how to safely load, handle and shoot a hand gun.

His report back to the Professor later would be one of success in forging a stronger bond with young Kitty Pryde. He'd leave the part out where he was repeatedly tickled mercilessly, though seeing how tranquil Logan seemed would trigger Xavier's curiosity into how he got in that state. Wolverine was pretty resistant to keeping the Professor out of his head when he didn't want him in there so the telepath was forced to snoop around inside Kitty's mind later to unveil the truth. He of course knew that Logan was ticklish with it being hard for things to stay a secret in the school, but he was unaware of just how much the laughter he produced would greatly ease his mindset. There weren't many things that could get Logan to just shut off and forget about anything that was troubling him so Charles was pleased to see that something so simple could achieve that for him. He was also happy that people like Kitty, someone that Logan trusted, were more than willing to help him with that. It might be a stretch, but Charles looked at it as being the best therapy he'd ever seen for Logan's mental health. He'd known the man for many, many years and seen him try so many methods to bring him out of his brooding nature when all along he just needed to have a good laugh every now and then.

He hoped Logan wouldn't resist it too much and would realize what a positive thing it was for him. He could really stand a break from the tortured thoughts that constantly plagued his mind all these years. Though Charles had a good feeling that Kitty and the others wouldn't give him much choice in the matter either way. EPILOGUE: (Just a little more! XD) Word Count: 1,391 Charles was getting ready to turn in for the night when he decided to take one last scan of any conscious minds in the mansion grounds to make sure there were no impending threats nearby. He quickly picked up on a conversation downstairs. Kitty was among Rogue, Tabitha and Jean and she was going over some kind of strategy, though hearing the words "attack" and "Logan" made Xavier curious and tune in a little more precise. As all the details of their plot emerged Charles couldn't help the smile that came over him, but he still felt a sense of duty to at least try to warn his old friend. He quickly tracked Logan's current whereabouts, finding the man in the kitchen grabbing a beer from his stash and oblivious to what was about to befall him.

"Logan? Logan can you hear me?"

Logan wasn't even startled, used to having Xavier telepathically contact him on a frequent basis. "Hey Chuck. What's goin' on? Ya want a beer too?" Logan smirked and raised his beer can as he took a big swig, "This here's a double IPA I picked up from the-" "They're coming Logan. Get out of there. Get out before it's too late."

Logan frowned, having detected no unfamiliar scents within miles of the school as he rolled his eyes while chugging the rest of his beer. "What're ya talkin' about? No one's comin', ya crazy old fool. Maybe ya should try gettin' some sleep an' then you'll quit bein' so damn paranoid." Charles could now only listen and watch through all the involved eyes of Logan's doom as the first of them walked into the kitchen. "Oh, Jean. Ya should be in yer room. It's kinda late an' I got a doozy of a combat trainin' session for y'all tomorrow so ya might wanna rest up an'-Woah! Hey! Hey Jean what is this?! Put me down right now!" "Sorry Logan, it's nothing personal." "Thanks Jean! We'll take it from here."

"He's all yours ladies." "Kitty?! Rogue?! T-Tabitha?! Now wait a minute girls holdin' me down like this ain't fair! It's bad enough without- Oh nonono, don't! Don't take my boots off! At least let me keep my- No, not the socks too! Look! I'll take it easy on ya on the trainin' tomorrow! I'll cancel it even! Just don't- Heeheheehee!"

"Oooh the tough old badger is sensitive there."

"Told you!"

"Well Ah'm definitely gonna go first!"

"Do the honors Rogue! And then Runt wants a turn again!"

"No wait! We can make a deal! Aw hell, yer not gonna get me there too, are ya?! But-But not all at the same time, right? Right?!?!" "Don't worry Logan. It won't be that bad. We're just gonna give yah your daily dose of giggles!" "But I already got it today! Ask Kitty!" "She meant from ALL of us ya dummy!" "Ok, now on my command ladies. One..."

"No no no wait! Hear me out!" "Two..."

"Please! Ya can't do this! This is inhumane!" "Three!"

"BWAAHAHAHAHAAHAH!! NONOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! STOOOOHAHAHAHOP IHIHIHIHIT!! AHAHAHAHAHAHACH-CHUHUHUHUHUCK!! HEHEHEHEHELLLLLLPPPP!!"

"I tried to warn you Logan. I'm afraid you're on your own." Charles simply smiled with a sympathetic shake of his head as he continued to observe. Logan's mental defenses had been disabled with him being too preoccupied with dealing with the extreme tickling that Charles was able to sneak in and see just what was going on in his mind.

Yes, Logan had begged like crazy not to be tickled, but it really didn't bother him as much as he made out. His thoughts revealed that he was enjoying the bonding aspect of this with the girls; not minding having to suffer as long as they were having fun. This was a little more intense tickling than he was used to so his sensitive nerves were a bit overwhelmed trying to process it all, but his brain was still flooded with the feel good hormones, pushing all signs of any stress to the back of his mind. In a way Logan was glad that Jean was holding him down as he didn't have to combat the urge to fight against it on his own. He didn't have to concentrate on not lashing out and accidentally hurting one of the girls, which was always a fear he had. All he had to do was laugh. The pleading for them to stop was involuntary and he didn't really try to keep it in, knowing the girls loved hearing it as much as they did hearing him laugh so freely. Charles realized that Logan did indeed see the benefit in this for him, but also he saw the joy and amusement that it brought to the girls and that's what really pushed him to grin and bear it.

He watched as they finally let him go about six minutes later, which was about four minutes after Logan was already in tears from laughing. Jean lifted the exhausted man off the floor and gently placed him onto the nearby couch recliner to recover before bidding the others goodnight and heading up to her room.

Kitty, Rogue and Tabitha scrambled to get on the couch as they all piled on top to hug and cuddle him, still playfully teasing him. "Man, you're just too ticklish Wolvie."

"Yeah Ah think we almost killed 'im." "No way! He can take it, right Logan?"

"Piece o' cake. Barely felt a thing."

The three girls just laughed and snuggled against the older mutant as he put his arms around them and pulled them closer. "Love you Logan!" "Yeah, thanks for pulling that stick out of your butt for a little while, you pushover."

"Well that stick is goin' right back in first thing tomorrow. I'm still holdin' that trainin' session in the mornin' an' I expect all o' ya to show up ready to be serious an' pay attention. No foolin' around, alright?" "Are you suggesting we wouldn't be on our best behavior? You know we're your best students."

"Sure, I'll let ya think that if it helps ya sleep at night."

"Hey!"

"Hehehehe, alright knohahahock it off! I know I'm lucky to have all o' ya!" "Don't you forget it." "Believe me, that's somethin' I ain't ever gonna forget."

The way he smiled at them showed pure devotion, which was something Charles hadn't seen from him in a long time. He loved those girls and they loved him back. He'd make sure nothing ever happened to them and would protect them with his life. Sleep was overtaking Logan now as he yawned and allowed his eyes to shut; his mind still swimming in the flood of endorphins and ensuring he would not be having any nightmares. Kitty and Rogue leaned in closer to his sides and Tabitha lay across his lap as they all closed their eyes as well; Logan unable to hold back his smile.

A small yip from the floor made Logan crack open one eye as he spied Runt trying to get up onto the couch with them, but was too small to reach the top. Being carefully not to move too much and disrupt the girls Logan slowly lowered his foot for the little puppy to climb onto and used it to lift him up. Runt gave his foot a soft lick in appreciation as Logan winced and had to try his hardest to not make any sudden movements. The pup then spun a few circles and made himself comfortable nestled between Logan's feet on the recliner as the man gave one last smile of satisfaction and began to drift back off to sleep. Those three girls and their dog were in the safest place they could ever be; in the loving embrace of one of the deadliest mutants alive. God forbid anyone who tried to disturb them. "Ya can get outta my head now Chuck. Show's over."

Charles was shocked and instantly released all the mind connections he had made, but he couldn't help letting out a relieved chuckle. It wasn't that he had been able to sneak into Logan's mind, he had been let in. Seeing this whole night play out had Xavier remember something he had seen in Kitty's mind from her beach outing with Logan earlier. "You'd really make a great dad," she had told him. Charles couldn't agree more.

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ohhh sweetiee i love your fic! it was awesome, im in love with the way you write. jesus keep going you have beautifuls idea, thank you so much darling i love it

Thank you. It’s hard to stay motivated when you don’t get much feedback. Wish more people would pipe in and say at least something that they liked about my writing, but it doesn’t happen very often. I try to push on when I can though. Glad you liked it.

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A Break From Reality

Drum roll please! A new Punisher fic! Yay! :D

Dawww I missed my Frankie boy, and have been pining for Season 2 since I binge watched Season 1 when it came out. Soooo bummed that it's official that Netflix has canceled the show though. Fuck you Disney and Netflix!! >:( Hopefully someone else can pick it up! OMG! Frank was so soft and adorable in the first episode! Then the relationship he develops with Amy was really great, and naturally something I'd want to get into. WARNING FOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED SEASON 2 OF 'PUNISHER' YET ON NETFLIX!! This takes place post-Episode 9 of Season 2. Summary: Some bonding between Frank and Amy after recent events have her mind not where it should be. F/M Tickle Fic

Yes, there is a good deal of tickling in this so if you don't like that concept then best to skip this. All SFW though. Definitely nothing sexual so if you're looking for that then you can just get the fuck out right now. This is father/daughter-type relationship they have and nothing more.

I had writer's block on this for like 3 weeks, but finally got it finished. It turned out way way longer than I had planned, but am I ever sorry? No. lol Word Count: 4,894 ANOTHER WARNING for swearing as is my norm with guys like Frank. ;)

"Heh, flustercluck," Frank was still chuckling as he came through the trailer door with a shake of his head, shrugging out of his jacket and unstrapping his vest. Amy smiled a little at seeing that she'd managed to amuse him, though she was still feeling pretty wound up from earlier.

He tossed it all onto the counter as he reached behind him to pull a handgun out of the back of his waistband and set it on the small table. After a moment he noticed Amy staring at it from where she sat on the couch, hugging her knees to her chest.

"You ok, kid?

"....Not really. I just....I really don't think guns are for me. I mean, I still can't believe I just killed a guy," she looked down and started to get lost inside her head before Frank snapped her out of it.

"Hey, look at me. Hey! You only shot him, remember? I'm the one that killed him. Besides it was either him or you, and tell ya what, I'd choose you a thousand times over that piece o' shit. Ya made the right move, you did good, kid."

She sat there still looking unsure as Frank sighed quietly before making a proposition.

"Ok look, at least let me show ya some other techniques t' disarm someone. Ya don't gotta shoot anyone once ya got their weapon, but just promise me one thing, ok? That you'll trust your instincts. And if they tell ya t' pull the trigger then you pull that trigger. Can you promise me that?"

The concern in his eyes while he awaited her answer was piercing, and eventually she nodded and took a deep breath, "I...think so."

"Alright then. Here, we'll start with this," Frank reached toward the table and picked up the Glock 19, noting as Amy continued to eye it with uneasiness.

"Don't worry...," he said as in two seconds he had slid the magazine out of the grip and pulled back the slide to pop the round from the chamber, "It ain't loaded. Now c'mon, get up."

He gestured to her and she followed suit so that now she was standing in front of him in the narrow hallway of the trailer.

"We'll start with what ya already know. Now," he raised the gun to point at her, "Think ya can do me like ya did that punk earlier?"

She hesitated as she stared at it, not making a move, and Frank thought that maybe this wasn't going to happen right now.

But all that changed when she sprung into action as she grabbed the barrel of the gun aside with one hand and slammed in on his wrist to break his grip. Now she was the one pointing the gun at him.

"Nice work, kid. You're a natural. But this time I'm not gonna make it that easy for ya," he signaled with his hand for her to return the gun to him as she obliged.

"Ok. Again."

She tried to use the same technique she had just done, but this time Frank was ready for her and kept his grip on the gun firm and pulled the trigger right in her face.

"Bang. Again."

The teen just stared at the gun for a moment as she seemed to be re-evaluating the situation before she made another move. Pushing the gun to the side she then grabbed onto his arm and tried to drag him down with her body weight as Frank just gave her a strange look.

"That ain't it," he shook his head and easily yanked his arm free as he shoved her to the ground before she looked up at him with frustration in her eyes.

"How...How am I supposed to...," she was sounding discouraged as she lowered her head towards the floor while Frank reassured her.

"Don't think too hard, kid. Instincts, remember? I know I'm bein' rough on ya, but you'll thank me later. Now how 'bout givin' it another shot, huh?"

A few long seconds ticked by, and he started to feel bad when she didn't make any attempt to get up. Maybe it was too soon for him to be pushing her this hard.

"Hey look, we don't have t' do this if ya don't want-"

With a primal scream she pushed off the ground with her legs and used everything she had to ram straight into him, tackling him flat onto his back.

He hit the floor of the trailer with a pained grunt as some of the wind got knocked out of him, but couldn't help the smile on his face at seeing her determination. She hadn't given up yet.

"Atta girl. Keep fightin'."

Despite how impressed he was with her he was immediately on the offensive again as he simply held her back with one big hand while the other gripped the pistol high over his head.

"Now take it from me. Better hurry before I use it on ya!"

Frank could see that she was trying desperately to gain some kind of leverage as she fought to get past his blocking arm and reach the gun. Normally he would teach her the hard way and would've already turned the tables, but he'd give her a little more time.

After the events that happened only hours earlier the girl could use a little confidence boost. But he still was going to push at her resolve in normal Frank fashion as his voice boomed along the walls.

"C'mon! Ya want it?! Take it! Take it!! What're ya waitin' for?! TAKE IT!!"

Amy was panicking. She knew he was about to fling her across the room if she didn't act fast. Her mind became a blur and time seemed to stop as she frantically tried to think of something. Anything!

She then remembered what Frank had told her; to trust her instincts.

This scenario that they were in quickly had her memory spewing instances of roughhousing with friends in the past; particularly one instance where she'd been trying to retrieve her cell phone that had playfully been stolen from her. At that moment it was as if her mind had taken control of her body and compelled her to act on those thoughts.

It was now or never. And so without further delay she steeled herself and launched at him one last time.

"Take the goddamn-He-Hey! What're ya-!!!" Frank's surprise quickly gave way to an involuntary grin as his apprentice persisted in using an unconventional technique that he had never experienced in his combative encounters.

"Hey stop-Aha! Hahahaha, no! No, thaahaat's-that's not allohohowed!" He continued to hold the pistol back out of reach while using his one free hand to try to defend himself from the teen who had latched onto his sides and was tickling him furiously.

Amy's eyes lit up with pure glee when she heard the first round of laughter spill out of him. She hadn't been sure how he would react, but by the time those thoughts had even reached her head she was already in motion.

The idea that he likely wasn't even ticklish had been her first thought, and the fact that she was messing around would just make him angry. Like the time she tried to sneak attack him and take his gun when he and Curtis had entered the trailer the other day.

He had already been raging at that point though from his encounter with Billy, and her antics had only intensified his temper. His outburst towards her had been harsh, but Frank struggled with how he expressed his feelings. Thinking that he could have killed her scared him, which in turn transformed into the anger that he lashed out at her with.

But he wasn't nearly as tense as he had been that day so she expected maybe he'd just growl at her to "Quit fuckin' around" as he was trying to give a serious demonstration. At the very least give her an annoyed look to show his disapproval.

But what she got instead was unbelievable, and she quickly relaxed as she realized there was no need for any worry.

"Seriously?! You're ticklish?! Oh you're going down now!" Her fingers wiggled relentlessly into his ribs, making the hardened man writhe and laugh helplessly as he found that shielding himself with only one arm wasn't doing him a whole lot of good.

To say he was stunned by her actions would be an understatement, and it gave him no time to even consider being angry about it. He was already exhausted from lack of sleep for the past several nights with adrenaline being pretty much the only thing keeping him going.

Being around Amy he had dropped his guard a little, and unfortunately he'd been left unable to resist the sensations she was inflicting. He couldn't stop himself from laughing uncontrollably, though the more he laughed the more his mood seemed to lighten. It certainly had taken his mind off of everything else.

"Hehehehe! No waitaminute! This is-Ahaahahaha! Ya...Ya caahaan't do thaahaaat!" Finding it hard to think clearly his reactions were impulsive, making his defense sloppy and all over the place as he flailed his vacant hand and squirmed desperately on his back.

He did have some sense of control though in restraining himself from reacting too violently as he didn't want to accidentally hit the kid.

Not to mention they were in a confined area so if he tried to haphazardly shove her off of him then he might seriously hurt her, which is definitely not something he wanted to do. There was a big difference between pushing her around a little during demonstrations versus slamming her full weight into a cabinet.

Amy could tell that he was not doing nearly anything that she knew he was capable of to fend her off, and that thought made her smile grow. The sentiment was sweet.

"Hey, you told me to go with my instincts, remember? It's not my fault I know how to fight dirtier than you. Now hand it over!" She demanded, referring to the gun he still had clutched over his head in his right hand.

This lesson had gone from a serious tone to one of foolery in less than a second, and Frank realized that.

But he also knew that they both could stand to loosen up, and so far this little tussle they were in was achieving just that. Amy was no longer focused on how she had shot a man, and was grinning in genuine delight for once. He would be hard-pressed to ruin that for her.

Though it was still natural for him to do whatever it took to keep any weapon out of the hands of his assailant, even if he was being tickled half to death. So if she wanted that gun she was gonna have to try a lot harder than that.

He was the Punisher, and the Punisher would not have being tickled into submission on his record.......He hoped.

"Come-Come ahaand gehehehet it!" He challenged as he flexed the muscles in his arm to keep it straight while at the same time keeping it out of the teen's obtainable range. He wasn't exactly sure she was going to keep pushing this, but he wasn't surprised when she did.

"If ya say so!" She clamored forward and swiftly straddled his hips to pin him down as she attacked his muscled sides and waist with vigor. Frank howled and reflexively bucked beneath her as the heels of his tactical boots scraped futilely against the floor.

He managed to grab one of her hands to hold it back, but that did little to stop her. She just put twice as much effort into her other hand as the vicious fingers scribbled and clawed at lightning speed along his entire exposed side.

Husky laughter bellowed out as Frank squirmed like crazy, having no way to stop her now, and slowly his hand weakened his hold on her. As she felt his grip loosen she yanked her wrist free and then dug both hands right into his stomach without missing a beat.

"Shihihit!! Kid, c'mohahahahon! Ticklin' ahaahaain't faahaahaair!" He feebly tried to push her hands away to no avail as she could feel his muscles contract underneath his sweater. That brought a smirk to her face, knowing his brawn was doing absolutely nothing to protect him from the tickling.

"All is fair when your life is on the line. Just give me the gun, and I'll stop," she grinned at seeing Frank only shake his head.

"Ohohover my dehead bo-HAHEEHEEHEEHEE!!" He immediately curled in, bringing his arm down half way once her fingers plunged into his wide-open armpit. Amy found it absolutely priceless how his deep laughter had transformed so quickly into such high-pitched giggling.

She had never heard anything near that captivating out of him before, but she didn't want to embarrass him by pointing it out so obviously. She could still tease him a little though.

"Ah ha! Did I find your weak spot, old man? Now you're in trouble!"

As he faltered she reached for the gun, but he gathered his will and forced himself to thrust it out of her vicinity again.

He then clapped his hand over the vulnerable area, managing to crowd her fingers out though they only continued their devilish dance down his ribs, making him writhe and twist ineffectively.

"Aaah! Daahaahaammit! Aahaahaaamy!! Stohahahahop!!"

"I can't stop! You'll shoot me if I stop!"

"I'll...I'll shoohoot ya if-ahahaha-if ya D-DON'T stohahop!!" He jokingly moved his hand forward to aim the gun at her, but when she made another grab for it he immediately jerked it back. Amy playfully rolled her eyes with a laugh.

"Just drop the gun, tough guy. Then I'll let ya go," she smirked, noticing how his fist clamped tighter around the pistol.

"No-hoho fuckin' waahaay!"

"Geez, I guess you want me to keep tickling you, huh? You love it, don't you?" Amy couldn't resist teasing him because she knew it would make him protest immediately as she watched his eyes widen with objection.

"Whahat?! No, I doh-Aahahaahahaa!! Just-Just baahaack ohahahoff!!"

He hoped no one walked in on them at that moment and saw him in this state, but he couldn't bring it in himself to just surrender. Though it had gone past the point that he had the energy to throw her off of him if he had wanted to, and now all his efforts were being put into holding his arm up while keeping the gun in his possession.

Yet every time he moved his hand that was covering the tender spot under his arm to try to defend another area Amy would hone in right away just to hear him squeak and titter so uncharacteristically. She'd poke and pinch and scratch into the very ticklish hollow until he was overcome with giggles and forced into guarding the spot once more, leaving her free to tickle him everywhere else.

Trepidation engulfed him as he really didn't know how much more of this he could take. He really just might get tickled into submission.

Amy was surprised that he had lasted this long, but then again not many men came much tougher than Frank. Still she sincerely doubted that he got tickled often, especially for this length of time.

Sure he was used to dealing with pain on a high degree, but tickling? She didn't think he knew exactly how to handle that, but what she did know is that the man had a mentality that wouldn't allow him to just give up no matter what the situation.

It looked like he was having quite a hard time though.

She could see the tears that had pooled in the corners of his eyes from laughing nonstop as he laid his head back and weakly kept up his pathetic attempts to wiggle down the skinny hallway out from under her, despite knowing he wasn't going to succeed.

In a last ditch effort he was trying to insert inconspicuous comments to convince her to stop without him actually begging her, because God forbid the Punisher actually beg someone for mercy.

"Thaahaahaat ahahall ya gohahahot?!"

"You-You reheeheeheeally suhuck aahaahaat this!"

"Juhuhust gihihive up! Ya aahaain't geh-gehehettin' thihis guhuhun!"

She knew it was all a bluff though for she could slowly see his tenacity was beginning to diminish. But rather than let him have his record tarnished she figured that she would be the one to give up now and spare him the defeat.

"You are the most stubborn man I've ever met in my life! Uggh, fine! You win then," she tried to sound convincing enough so he wouldn't know that she had actually let him win as her fingers finally ceased their torture on him.

Once she stopped Frank's gruff laughter died down as he didn't move a muscle and just tried to catch his breath.

"Fuckin' Christ, kid," he panted with light chuckles still slipping out. It had been a very long time since he had laughed like that.

He then lifted his arm to point the gun at her head and pulled the trigger, producing a loud click from the empty chamber.

"Bang. You're dead again," he smirked as she just grinned down at him, not looking the least bit discouraged.

"Totally worth it," she slid off of him, allowing him to sit up as he took a few seconds before getting to his feet.

"Yeah well you're lucky this was just practice, and you're still alive. That kiddie shit ain't gonna work in the real world," he placed the gun on the table and wandered over towards the couch with Amy tailing him.

"Well that 'kiddie shit' worked on you."

"Who said it worked? Still had the gun, didn't I?" He looked over his shoulder at her with a smirk on his face and then lowered himself down to sit on the sofa cushions.

"Oh yeah? I'm pretty sure you were about to give in if I hadn't stopped," she plopped down next to him as Frank snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Tchh, yeah sure. Keep dreamin', kid. Next time though if ya ever get into a situation like that, no messin' around, I want ya t' put the hurt on 'em. Take the gun offline like I showed ya, ok? Then go for the weak spots like the groin, throat or anywhere on the face. You're fightin' for your life so don't hesitate for even a second, and show no mercy."

Amy nodded firmly like she understood, but with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"Got it. So not here? Or there?" She was still on her playful high as she wiggled fingers up under his arm and then squeezed his side, making him squirm and curl over to escape the assault.

"Hehehe, stop that! You're gonna drive me up the fuckin' wall with that shit. But sure, those areas are fine as long as ya use somethin' sharper, like a knife, instead."

The teen instantly sobered and her eyes widened at the fact that he would even suggest something like that.

"I could barely shoot someone! There's no way I'm gonna be able to STAB anyone!"

Frank considered that for a moment as he shrugged.

"Hmm. Guess ya got a point. But I think in the right situation your survival instincts will kick in, and you'll do whatever it takes. All I'm sayin' is don't count out what you're capable of when it comes t' keepin' you alive. I think after tonight ya know that deep down, even if it is hard for you t' accept."

Amy just sighed loudly and leaned back into the couch.

"Uggggh, how did my life ever come to this?"

After a few seconds Frank slowly developed a smirk as he decided to give an answer to her rhetorical question.

"Well bein' part of a second-rate crime racket was your first mistake. Havin' blackmail on the wrong people was your second. Then thinkin' you could just outrun them......Try'na get me locked up....Almost gettin' us both killed...."

"Alright, I think I get the point," she frowned as she tried to interrupt, but he kept on with his list.

"...Not stayin' put when I told ya to....Puttin' your trust in the wrong people....Almost gettin' yourself killed again....Ya wanna talk about a flustercluck then-"

"Ok ok, I get it! I know I screwed up, alright?! Happy now?!" Amy shouted in irritation with a pouting look on her face that only made Frank smile even more.

"Hmph. Yeah. Least ya admit it. Looks like there may be some hope for ya yet-Heh! Ya little...," he chuckled and jerked his body once she gave him a good poke in the ribs as retaliation for his comment. It was her turn to smirk.

"Get used to it. Ya know, I never expected a tough old grunt like you to be ticklish."

Frank just shrugged and tried to brush it off.

"Eh. I guess a little bit."

"A little??" She quickly moved a hand towards him again as he instantly put his arms up in defense and flinched away. Amy laughed at how jumpy he'd become while an embarrassed smile spread over his face.

"Alright. Maybe more than I'm willin' t' admit."

"I'll bet you didn't even know you were so ticklish. Wait," she pointed a finger at him, "It's 'Pete' that's ticklish, huh? Frank isn't, right?"

Frank ran a hand down his face as he sighed with a groan.

"Hate t' say, but it's all me. And yeah, I um, already kinda had an idea. My wife always knew exactly how t' get me, 'specially when she got the kids in on it."

Amy's face paled, thinking that this whole time she had been bringing up painful memories for him. She knew that talking about his family was usually the last thing he wanted to do.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean....Shit, I shouldn't have...."

Frank only cracked a small but reassuring smile as he shook his head.

"Nah, don't be. That was actually the closest I've felt t' my family in a long time. So yeah, it was fuckin' torture, but ya know....thanks for that."

Her face brightened up as she relaxed again and put a hand on his shoulder to give it a soft squeeze.

"Well then glad to be of service. And for the record, it's a good look for you. You've got a really cute smile," she grinned as he spat out a chuckle and looked down at the floor, "And an even cuter laugh."

"Get the fuck outta here," he laughed more as he gave her a playful nudge and tried to hide the blush tinting his cheeks.

"But seriously, Frank, it's good to see you in a better mood."

She was then quiet for a minute as she gathered her next thoughts, speaking more softly.

"Hey....I want you to know that I'm really sorry. I know that if it weren't for me you'd probably still have had that shot at the normal, happy life that you wanted. You had a second chance, and I ruined it that night in the bar with the shit that I was in."

She looked up with shame in her eyes as Frank gently placed his big hand on her arm.

"Kid, ya didn't ruin anything. It may sound crazy, but I'm startin' to accept that this is just who I am now. Havin' a quiet family life just ain't in the cards for me. It was at one time, but now that's uhh...that's all in the past. Trust me, if it hadn't have been you that night then eventually somethin' else still would've forced my hand back into this. It ain't your fault so get that outta your head. It's just the way it's gonna be."

Amy immediately shook her head.

"MmmMm. I can't believe that, and you shouldn't either."

He only blinked and stared at the floor again, seeing no sense in trying to convince her otherwise. It was her turn to grab his arm now to try to snap him out of it.

"Just please promise me that you won't give up on it, Frank. I know your family wouldn't want you to either. You seriously deserve all the happiness in the world, no matter what you may think."

Raising his head, he nodded a little.

"Hmm...Maybe. But not right now. There's still too many people that need killin', and that's what I intend t' do."

After spending so much time with him she understood that there was no changing his mind on the latter subject as she just slowly sat back. But after a moment she had already scooted close to him again.

"Frank....I never actually thanked you.....for saving my life that night. And every other night up to today. I know I've been a real pain in the ass to you, and I.....I wish I could take it all back."

He could hear the intense remorse in her voice as he didn't directly look into her eyes, but simply put a comforting hand on her knee.

"Yeah well I uh, I know I ain't that easy myself t' be around. So ya know, don't beat yourself up about it. But t' tell ya the truth, there ain't a damn thing I would change about ya."

He finally looked up as he saw her lip tremble slightly and her eyes began to tear up.

"You're smart and strong-minded. Ya don't let no one push ya around no matter how scared ya get. Honestly ya got bigger balls than some guys I've known. It's uhh....," he hesitated for a moment as he swallowed and licked his lips, "Ya know, it's...it's kinda how I imagined that Lisa would've turned out. So yeah, ya may be a rebellious little shit, but-"

Amy threw herself at him and wrapped her arms tight over his shoulders. He immediately reciprocated as he pulled her close with a big arm around her back and leaned his head against hers.

She couldn't believe he had said that to her. On several occasions she had tried to get him to talk about his daughter, but was always blown off in one way or another. Him comparing her to someone she knew he cared deeply about was the greatest compliment she'd ever received in her life.

"Thank you, Frank. That means more to me than you'll ever know."

"Yeah....," he sighed and released her after a few more moments, "Just stay outta situations that could end up bad for ya, ok? I'll try my damndest, but I can't always be there for ya. Ya know?"

She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and nodded.

"I know. And I'm sorry for putting you in danger too."

"No more sorrys. What's done is done. All I'm sayin' is try not t' get yourself killed, and stick around for a little longer. We both know ya done a good job of riskin' that so far."

The latter was a joke to try to lighten the mood a bit, and he smiled when he saw it succeeded in making her laugh.

"Yeah well I've learned from the best. You're always doing things that are borderline going to get you killed."

"I told ya, kid, I'm the one who does the killin'. Not the opposite."

"Fine. You do the killing, and I'll do the....not-killing, I guess?"

She shrugged with a tilt of her head as Frank smirked, nodding in approval.

"Sounds like a deal t' me. Though ya do know ya were close t' commitin' a murder tonight."

Her eyes quickly went wide with protest.

"Look, I didn't mean to shoot him, ok? It just-"

"Not that. I'm talkin' about you almost ticklin' me t' death. That was way more cold-blooded than anything I've ever done," he protectively pressed his arms to his sides in case she made another go at him now that he'd brought it up.

"But you didn't die, did you?" She only sat there giving him a smug look as he chuckled and relaxed again.

"No ma'am, you're right. Can only imagine how many casualties there've been over the years. Guess I'm one o' the lucky ones t' escape with my life. I'll think twice before messin' with you again."

"You're not fooling me. You liked it, and you know it," she teased as Frank quickly scoffed.

"Tchhyeah, you will never hear those words come out of my mouth."

"Never say never. I think you might with the right persuasion...," she slyly moved in and lightly ran her fingers along his side just to get him to squirm again, making him laugh as he swatted her hand away.

"Ehehe, torture me all ya want, but it ain't happenin'."

"Fine. But remind me, what exactly were those words again?"

"I wasn't born yesterday, kid," he smirked and reached over to give her a gentle noogie as now she was the one smacking at his hand.

"Eh, it was worth a shot. I'm sure one day I'll get it outta you. Though it'll probably be on your deathbed so I won't hold my breath."

Frank snorted in amusement and shook his head as he broke into a grin.

"You're alright, kid."

"You too, Frank."