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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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Some help I am. He was already starting to realize how useless he'd been to everyone after his last mess. Once more, he couldn't help but wonder why he'd ever managed to be in such a place, anyway. He'd never been fit to lead, much less look out after kids.
He let out a heavy sigh as he twirled a pair of stress balls in his hands. They'd been sitting on the shelves and proved to have absolutely no effect on his mind.
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She could hear him messing around behind her back. And she asked herself which would be worse, waiting for him to start the conversation or initiating it herself. She knew she couldn't ignore him forever.
Rogue turned around and pretended to be surprised. Poorly. "Well, look who's back."
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"The Mallies sent me back." Blunt and honest. He wouldn't bother lying by saying he came back willing. He knew it was a hurtful truth, but lies turned nastier in the end. "So I'm here."
oh wow, this tag got eaten
I wondered
He didn't need his hand held. But he doubted she wanted hers held either. For now, it was just enough to make it clear that he was here. Even if she might not want him at the moment.
you should have said!
But you were busy!
I ain't ever been dependable.
yeah, but I was still sorta around! this one completely vanished like poof!
"You might be the best at what you do, but you're a hell of a lot more than that - or you were - or you could be. Killin' people is not what we needed from you, Logan. Gawd. You might have been tore up, but you left. You didn't even look back ta see who else was dyin' on the field! And you've got the nerve to come in here like nothin' happened? I ought ta punch you from here 'til next week!"
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"There ain't nothin' I can say is gonna make what I did right. I know good'n well what I did was selfish and cowardly. Chances are, I'd probably do it again. I ain't proud of it, but it's what I am."
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She raked him with her gaze and turned to storm out of her own shop.
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And now there's just Loki.
She was right about a choice, though. He'd be making one, soon enough. One that was a little too little and too late. But if staying is what they needed out of him, then he'd have to suck it up and make it happen.