No shit, Stark. He absorbed a fuckin’ cosmic bird. Just need some advice on how t’cope, y’know? I don’t blame m’self.
Oh, okay. I’m sure some alcohol will help you cope with all this, I’m not really good at giving advice if you haven’t noticed.
Guess there isn’t really much else I can do, huh?
- jimmylogan
Hey there, Wolverine. ‘Sup? Anything fun happen lately?
“Lots of people dyin’, if that’s what you’d consider fun.”
Master Logan. It’s been some time.
“Has,” he murmurs, speaking to the ceiling from his spot on the sofa in the penthouse suite. He knows JARVIS is everywhere, really, but it feels more natural to be able to address something. “How’ve you been, Jeeves?”
She bite her bleeding lower lip, wincing. “Y-You’re cruel…” The young adult looked all around herself and, seeing a black car, she began to panic and tried to walk as faster as she could.
Logan snarls under his breath. He still looks suspicious.
“-Please… Help me… She said a last time, but she noticed that the dark car continued to follow them. Zazu tried to run, holding Azenor as firmly against her as she could. But with her broken ribs, it was hard. She decided to hide herself in a dark and small alley.
Eventually, he huffs. “Look, just — who’re you runnin’ from, anyway?”
She bite her bleeding lower lip, wincing. “Y-You’re cruel…” The young adult looked all around herself and, seeing a black car, she began to panic and tried to walk as faster as she could.
Logan snarls under his breath. He still looks suspicious.
Akakawa turned his head and was startled to see a stranger wandering around the village. He looked sane, at least, but what was he doing there?
“… Hello..?”
“Better tell me how the hell t’get outta here, kid, ‘less you wanna lose your head,” Logan growls, striding forward to grab him by the collar of his shirt.
Jim cocks his head. “I wouldn’t say so,” he purred. “I’m sure I’d remember if we did..”
A lopsided smirk crosses his face. “Probably,” he murmurs, eyeing him up at down. “Who’re you? Don’t smell like government—”
“Company,” he admits, offering a weak smile. He just looks weary, now. “You’re one’a the last ones left, y’know…”
The universe Logan was slowly describing… it was nothing short of terrifying. “Left of who..?” she asked quietly. Who was this “team”..?
“Mutants. Powered people.” He smiles bitterly, glancing away. “…Old friends.”
jimmylogan replied to your post: Might need some advice about grief. For once.
First thing that you should know is that it wasn’t your fault, the only responsible for this is Scott and I know this may sound harsh but there wasn’t much any of us could have done to stop him.
No shit, Stark. He absorbed a fuckin’ cosmic bird. Just need some advice on how t’cope, y’know? I don’t blame m’self.
