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[Logan makes it home from his mission and you know what? He's dead all over. Exhausted and worn out. He threw himself into the jungle, fought alone, and by all rights should be dead. He may have died more than once, when a Shifter removed his powers and he took some deadly wounds. But then backup would show up, kill the Shifter, and Logan came back to life. Rinse and repeat.
Other people died. He tried to save them, but he was just one man and there was too many of them. So they had to withdraw. And when it was time to go home, he signed up for 'just a few more days'. Even when they told him he had maxed out the points he could earn for the month, he still stayed in there.
Up until today, when the squad packed it all up and he was told he had to go back. As much as Logan would have liked to stay out there indefinitely, he was still a test subject first. Guinea pigs had to go back into their cage eventually.
So now he was back. Where his fake family was. With his fake life. Oh, sure, those memories had become less and less clear. But they were still there and he did not relish seeing any of his 'family'. Which is why he didn't go home. He went to the bar for drinks, sure. He visited the Item Shop to drop in on Rogue on the pretense of looking for his old junk. He played some pool by himself, but he only made it halfway through a game before the kid playing video games annoyed him to the point of leaving.
And then he went back to the bar again. To drink and drink and drink and drink. Chances are, he was going to wake up behind the bar after passing out there. But he certainly wasn't going home to his loving wife. Because that wasn't real and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from acting like it was.]
Other people died. He tried to save them, but he was just one man and there was too many of them. So they had to withdraw. And when it was time to go home, he signed up for 'just a few more days'. Even when they told him he had maxed out the points he could earn for the month, he still stayed in there.
Up until today, when the squad packed it all up and he was told he had to go back. As much as Logan would have liked to stay out there indefinitely, he was still a test subject first. Guinea pigs had to go back into their cage eventually.
So now he was back. Where his fake family was. With his fake life. Oh, sure, those memories had become less and less clear. But they were still there and he did not relish seeing any of his 'family'. Which is why he didn't go home. He went to the bar for drinks, sure. He visited the Item Shop to drop in on Rogue on the pretense of looking for his old junk. He played some pool by himself, but he only made it halfway through a game before the kid playing video games annoyed him to the point of leaving.
And then he went back to the bar again. To drink and drink and drink and drink. Chances are, he was going to wake up behind the bar after passing out there. But he certainly wasn't going home to his loving wife. Because that wasn't real and he wouldn't be able to stop himself from acting like it was.]
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"I know," she agreed amicably. "You're in a bad mood. Did you fight with Dad over something?" Even though Taras wasn't at all her father either, but it pleased him when she called him that. "If you're here, does this mean I can go home now? Did I pass? Or are you part of the test too?"
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"Kid, I ain't got a single clue what yer talkin' about. You wanna start by explaining who exactly yer supposed to be?"
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"I'm Natalia. Natalia Romanova. Dad did send you as part of the test, didn't he? Or didn't he tell you about it either?"
Now she looked a little concerned, because Logan didn't normally play along with the some of the scenarios the facility trained her with. He didn't care for them. Which was why she'd always liked her lessons with him the best.
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Well shit.
"Yer gonna have to break this one down for me, kid. My memory ain't what it used to be."
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Well, call it selfish, but he wanted to see what he could get out of her while she was still a kid and still honest.
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Dammit.
"I've been known to do that. Ya must have a lot of potential fer me to even bother."
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"I do. You don't teach many of the others. He was pleased."
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Dammit, he knew he couldn't trust her.
But this. This was a kid. "So how long ya been in Luceti?"
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But there was one thing he could at least figure about her. She wouldn't like to be coddled. Regardless of her age.
"There ain't any test, kid. Fact of the matter is, yer not even on Earth anymore. Whatever it is you were preparin' for, this ain't it."
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Her expression fell, because she'd been told that before, but she'd been convincing herself that it was just part of the scenario somehow. But he didn't play into the scenarios. Or he never had before this, and she couldn't think of a reason he would start now.
So it looked like she really had been taken. That all the reasons and explanations the strangers had been giving her was true. She ducked her head, staring at her feet as she chewed on her lower lip a moment.
"So what am I supposed to do here?" she finally asked after a moment, glancing back up at him once more, puzzled determination in her gaze.
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It was easy enough to put those pieces together with what she's learned from everyone else. What people are careful to say and not say. She doesn't know how she feels about that.
"I changed my name."
Was she undercover? It was the only thing that made sense.
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Not by choice. And never a name he would have chose for himself. But it had happened.
"Live long enough and weird stuff's bound to happen."