“two questions, bub.”
logan feels as shitty as he looks. he is covered in dirt and blood and bruises, one eye still swollen. just moments ago he had been dead, buried in a shallow grave under dirt and stones. it took him time to crawl out, digging through hundreds of pounds of earth. he was gasping for air when he finally broke the surface. he pretended not to notice the X at the head of his grave. he pretended it didn’t mean anything to him, that it was just some fantasy. some comic book. he pretended that it didn’t make him remember why he’d become charles’ wolverine. he pretended he didn’t know it was laura who put it there. he’d always been a shitty pretender. too god damn honest.
he stopped the first sorry soul he found after rising from the dead and brought them to a sudden stop, lifting his arm, adamantium knives jutting out of his fists like claws. he ignored the pain as they ripped his skin open, focusing only one thing: answers.
“where the fuck am i, and where the fuck is my daughter?”
Why do things happen to Arthur ? He just wants peace but nope what’s that ? Arthur doesn’t cower though. The knives from his fists are startling but he’s fought many things in his time of Camelot that he doesn’t scare at anything anymore. “We are in Washington D.C and I don’t know who your daughter is or where she is.”
