In the dimly lit, solitary confines of his room, Logan, the infamous lone wolf, finds solace in his secret vice. The Avengers' insignia tattooed on his arm twitches as his hand snakes down, stroking his rigid length with practiced ease. His eyes locked onto the iconic shield on the wall, he imagines the cold, hard metal against his skin, fueling his desire. The room fills with his ragged breaths and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh as he brings himself to the brink, before finally finding release, his body shuddering with the intensity of his solo indulgence.