Sam Guthrie

Sam Guthrie aka Cannonball, 28-years old, Mutant, X-Men, NOVA Fugitive, Flight Instructor. Bio.

[tlkntc]

[ @kentuckyrocket​ liked for a starter! ]

The day was late and there really wasn’t a whole lot that Julian could be doing; there was always the added bonus of his telekinesis in the clinic, but it seemed to be slow for the moment, so it was safe to take some time for himself. At least, that was the goal - was he likely to get it? Probably not, with the number of new bodies that came in to the shelter thanks to NOVA’s fear mongering.

Still, he tried. With the bouts of silence he did get, Julian used that time to disassemble small items. He tried to tear them apart by the smallest component possible, wanting to work his way down, to strengthen his ability so that maybe one day he could work on a molecular level. Or smaller. He wasn’t nearly that close, but he was determined.

With a remote control in a dozen small pieces scattered around him, hovering reminiscently of a constellation in the night sky around a star, Julian didn’t catch Sam’s handsome country boy mug enter the premises. “Guthrie,” he greeted, green laden gaze now fixed on the older man, remote forgotten with the coming of the new visitor. “How goes?”

[kentuckyrocket]

Sam was all but aflutter about his little brother being in Star City. He was so proud and yet, so terrified because what if NOVA picked Jeb up? He could handle wait under Scott’s command, even if he was discontent about, for others who got picked up, but if it was his brother? Well, he wouldn’t be able to handle that and someone would definitely get punched in the face. Maybe, a lot of somebodies. Actually, Jeb was the reason he was in the clinic in the first place.

“Hi there, Julian,” Sam said in his Kentucky drawl. “Ah need to talk your ear off for a second or two. My brother’s in town and the reason he’s in town is that he was outed as a mutant in our home town. Ah know he won’t come ‘ere willin’ so Ah’ll haveta pull ‘im by the ear, but he took a crowbar to the back of the head on his way outta town and Ah’m thinkin’ he needs to get that checked out, right?”

[kentuckyrocket]

kidcable​:

Nathan wasn’t part of this class, but that didn’t stop him from observing when passing through the area. While he could fly too, the teenager chooses not to usually. He saves it for a strategic move while in combat, not about to give away his secrets to just anyone. He has more use of his telepathic and telekinetic powers than his older counterpart. How odd it has been to find his place in a world where most had met the other Cable. They were the same person, just from different points in their life. He was only eighteen — more playful with others and fond of those in his life. He didn’t have as much experience doing whatever it took to survive. The world didn’t make him hard, and there was still a chance for him to turn out different than the OLD Cable.

The sunlight reflects off the exposed cybernetic pets, moving forward to approach Sam when the students started to leave. “You seem like you run a tight ship. I respect that.” He says while sending in front of the older Mutant. “Why won’t you take them to the Danger Room?”

Sam was mildly startled when he saw a young Nathan Summers standing there. He still hadn’t gotten used to the differences in the Old Cable and Kid Cable. He still expected the gruff old man who told him what to do and gave him advice, not the other way around. He nodded at the comment and gave Nathan a raise of his brow.

“Your older half taught me practically everything I know about how to be a leader,” Sam mentioned before looking to the kids as they joked around on the walk back to the school. “They just learned how to fly,” Sam commented. “The Danger Room would make everything very, very real despite everything in there being false. Most of them haven’t seen a fight, let alone a war. Maybe, it’s more because I’m not ready for their innocence to be crushed just yet.” Sam shrugged. “Old you would probably give me a good couple licks for that.”

[kentuckyrocket]

“On my count,” Sam said to his students as they stood outside on the docks since falling in the water was infinitely preferable to falling on land. “One, two--” Sam put his goggles on and readied to blast off. “Three!” he let the students go first since most of them were not anywhere near his speed. “Keep it up!” he hollered before he grinned and shot into the air, making an arc behind the students at a blistering clip that would destroy anything in his path. He zoomed past them one way then arched around and came back because they were going to try a tactical formation. “On mah six!” Sam shouted to heard over his own roar. The students fanned out behind him as they all flew. He kept them going, easily swinging around them all and he kept them up there until he noticed the winged few getting tired. “Landin’ procedures!” he hollered as he passed by them all again and they headed back to the docks. Sam was the last to land and he had a grin on his face. No one had fallen, this time. He considered it a good run for only being around thirty minutes.

Sam was collecting their goggles and readying to head back to the school. “All right, everyone hit the showers!” he drawled and followed behind them in his cobalt blue flight suit. “We’re going back over drill procedures tomorrow--” there were groans, “--and tactical again the next, then defensive maneuvers--” He was interrupted when someone asked when they would go to the Danger Room. “Only when Ah say you’re ready, ya got it?” he said and shook his head. Kids.

[wxpnx23]

Laura could tell he wouldn’t leave her alone, her chilly exterior failing to push him away. She was surprised to find that she didn’t one hundred percent hate that idea, that maybe knowing that at least one of the X-men didn’t totally hate her wasn’t a bad sign. And a good way to see what they knew, and if everyone was okay. “That was a couple of months ago. Didn’t have any proof of illegal activities, so they let me go.” She took another bite from her noodles. As much as Laura didn’t need much in the way of living, food was always the one exception. Her powers made her eat far more than the average mutant, and her heightened senses amplified the taste. So, getting some actually high quality stuff was…nice. “You tell me,” she replied, keeping a chill in her voice. “If they do, they haven’t talked to me about it. And…I’d prefer it if you didn’t. I’m sure one of them will come visit me soon anyway, I can’t escape that forever but…I’d like to have it on my terms.” The last part was quiet, and a little more…vulnerable in her tone than she wanted. But…thinking about Logan still stung a bit. As much as she would vehemently deny it…she might miss him. Just a bit.

[kentuckyrocket]

Sam nodded when Laura said NOVA had let her go. They’d probably done it reluctantly and without a gentle touch, not that she needed a gentle touch, he just felt she deserved it, after everything. He then chuckled when she asked if Scott or Logan knew. “Ah ain’t gonna lie to ya. Scott keeps up with what NOVA’s up to. If he knows ya were taken, he probably knows ya were let go. Just wish he would have let the rest of us know that last tidbit.” Sam then shrugged. “And Logan? He doesn’t talk much even on his chatty days.” Sam sighed lightly and sat back as a tray of noodles was sat in front of him. “Thank ya,” he said to the person bringing him the food. He picked up his chopsticks and leaned in. “Just don’t let it go forever, ya know?” Sam gently urged when Laura said she wanted the reunion on her terms. “Even if it ain’t to come back to the fold. Ah know people would like to know you’re okay, especially Scott and Logan.”

[kentuckyrocket]

electrically‌:

The chance at returning back to his bed for a few more hours of sleep wasn’t going to happen, stopped in his tracks actually upon hearing a FAMILIAR voice. Jebediah would be able to recognize his oldest brother anywhere, even without seeing him yet — just knowing that’s Sam. It HAS to be. His feet follow the sound of the shouting, one of his hands rubbing at his eyes while avoiding the other people in the shelter.

Once actually spotting him across the room, Jeb starts walking faster. It starts to sink in how much he missed his brother — been too long since they’ve seen each other. It felt good knowing there was at least one member of his family here, so he’s HAPPY as he approaches with a grin on his face.

“Ah’m right here! Ya don’t have to be so loud, Sammy.” His hand reaches about to tug on his older brother’s shirt to get his attention since he was standing behind him. 

“My goodness, Jebediah!” Sam gasped as he turned around quickly and grabbed his little brother in a bear hug. It had been over a year since he’d last seen Jeb and my-oh-my how the boy had grown. “Lemme get a good lookatcha,” he said as he held his brother out at arm’s length and looked him over. “Are ya hurt? Did they hurt ya? Jeb, don’t ya lie to me, now. Mama told me what happened back in Kentucky.” He reeled his brother back in for another hug. “Ah can’t believe you’re really here, doggone it!”

[kentuckyrocket]

maybemaybemartian‌:

M’gann gave him a thoroughly impressed round of applause, albeit a quiet one. They were in a library. “I’m Always delighted to help a Gentleman Alone. Especially Leaning into The Afternoons. You Don’t need to Go Far Off from this section if you’d like to know more about him. Biographies are right over there.” She pointed a couple aisles down.

“Yeah. Sometimes it feels like it’s just you and me and Ted Mosby on the Neruda train.” She sighed. Poetry had always made her feel closer to Earth. In its solitude and openness. In its grandeur and simplicity. They had poetry on Mars, but most wasn’t directly translatable to any Earth languages. It wasn’t spoken, of course. Mostly a transference of a particular series of feelings and images. Even after seven years, M’gann often dreamed of Martian poems. “If you’d like, we have several copies of Neruda in his original Spanish.”

She nodded solemnly as she listened to the young man. He sent out waves of loneliness. Loss. “That’s not too much information. Don’t worry about that at all,” M’gann reassured him. She’d gotten her fair share of too much information from patrons before. “Someone here once gave me a very detailed account of his favorite, uh, leisure activities.” And which ones he imagined she would be best at. “So, you’re fine. I’m sorry to hear about your girlfriend. I’d bet she’s missing you, too. If you’d like to talk, I’m here to listen.” M’gann smiled warmly. She was trying to be more open about her heritage and there was no safer place to do it than her own library in District X. “I’m from space, too. Mars.” Bracing herself afterwards was just a reflex.

When the woman continued to use Neruda references at him, Sam snorted softly. “You’ve out-referenced me, ma’am,” he told her with a grin. “I definitely need to brush up on my Neruda so I can think of more than odes to things like cats and socks.”

“Ted Mosby?” he wondered and nodded. “I never really had the time to get into How I Met Your Mother but I’m more inclined to now that I know he enjoys Neruda.” Sam perked up when she said they had the books in the original language. “Spanish poems would be great. I like lookin’ at them side-by-side with the English, spottin’ the differences.”

Sam grimaced at the mention of someone going overboard about “leisure activities.” He shook his head and then facetiously paused in thought, “Well, I do like a hot bubble bath with some toy ducks,” he deadpanned before chuckling. “No, no. haven’t done that in a while, but anyway, Lila -- she was born in the UK. Her abilities, though, are intergalactic and she has a lot to do with negotiations across the Milky Way. And Mars? That’s interestin’. I’ve never been there, but I have been to other planets, thanks to my -- uh -- friend who is a girl.”

Realizing he hadn’t introduced himself, Sam let the book switch hands as he held out his right. “Sam Guthrie, ma’am,” he said with a big smile. “It’s nice to meet ya.”

[kentuckyrocket]

“Have y’all seen this boy? He’s older now, but have ya seen ‘im? I need to find ‘him. I ain’t gonna stop ‘til I do.”

Sam had been approaching all sorts of people at the shelter while looking for his brother. The first word that he’d gotten on the topic was his mama calling him and her trying to not be in a state on the phone while she told him that Jeb had been taken in for questioning about an accident with his powers and then was gone, most likely to Star City. Sam didn’t know where to start looking and had gone to his leadership (Scott) who had someone else (Bobby) had run into a Guthrie in the shelters. Sam had been in a right state himself at that news.

“I don’t want to hurt ‘im. That’s the last thing I want to do,” Sam explained as he showed around the picture of fourteen-year-old Jeb at his middle school graduation. He’d gone through every row of tents and finally just started shouting. “Jebediah! Jebediah are you here?!” @electrically​

[kentuckyrocket]

summersofscott‌:

It wasn’t unusual on a daily basis for him to see a report exactly like the one Sam brought to him. They’d been keeping up with it. Scott wasn’t going to forget about anyone. “I wish it was that simple, Sam.” He looked at the tablet anyway and let out a beleaguered kind of sigh. “But by now they’ve been taken to one of NOVA’s detention facilities, and it’s going to be a little longer before we’re ready to move on it.”

He ran his hand down his face and handed the tablet back over to Sam. “We’re working on it. I’m not going to leave anybody behind.” Bobby was getting them information, and he’d thrown in his lot with the Avenging League so they could make sure that when they made their move, every possible base was covered. He wasn’t willing to lose a single life in the effort. 

“So you’re just going to let them suffer?” Sam asked and furrowed his brow. He didn’t like it. Not that he was finally being taken seriously again. “Scott, you know what they do to them in there. It’s probably worse, now.” He flustered for a moment trying to find his words. He was taking it personally and he shouldn’t, he knew he shoudln’t, but Sam couldn’t help this feeling like it was a slight against him for being who he was, an ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

Taking the tablet back, Sam squared his jaw. “Scott, I can’t sit. Every day this happens and it’s a face I don’t know and you saw we got to wait. That we have to be smart about it. But it doesn’t feel smart when someone I care about is caught up in this. It feels like it’s my fault.”

[kentuckyrocket]

maybemaybemartian‌:

It was another slow day at the Bernstein. Lauren was assigned to the circulation desk and M’gann was on patron assistance. Neither had seen more than three patrons in the past hour.

Since the most recent attacks, people were just staying home. Alicia had assured them all that this would be temporary. In a few weeks, at the most, people would be back on the streets and in the parks and at the libraries. M’gann had nodded forcefully, clinging to Alicia’s ever word. The alien had never experienced anything like the attacks before. Not on Earth at least. She prayed the people really were as resilient as Alicia claimed.

In the meantime, she was reading her way through a stack of books she hoped would provide some insight into her relationship with Wally. A miraculous occurrence, to be certain. M’gann thumbed through Modern Romance, idly wondering why she should be taking love advice from the actor who played Tom Haverford of all people.

Having an honest to goodness patron was a much-needed relief. M’gann dropped the book back onto her desk with a thwok and gave him an earnest smile. “Definitely!” She was up and around the desk in a heartbeat. Lauren, at her desk, made a pleading gesture to the sky before laying her head down and accepting her defeat at the hands of boredom.

“Neruda is a little hard to find, but everyone notices his Absence.” M’gann gave the patron a conspiratorial grin. Neruda’s titles were not the easiest to make puns with, but she could manage. “We could keep Walking Around, but here they are.” And there the were. Right on the shelf surrounded by other illustrious poets. “Is there anything else I can help you with, today?”

Sam smiled when the redhead hopped up to help him. He didn’t see what she was reading so he didn’t immediately ask, but when he caught on to the puns, his smile widened as he wagged a finger at her and chuckled. “Poor Fellows such as me are bound to be Lost In The Forest...” he commented before picking up a book of poems. “I guess The Question is answered: I need to look in poetry, not fiction.” He laughed lightly and canted his head one way then the other. “Wow, I haven’t been around someone who’s known Neruda for a while. My best friend introduced me. He made me learn Spanish, too.” A pause.  “Neruda, not the best friend.” He laughed and looked around. “It’s quiet, you know? Like we’re not even here. It’s why I came looking for this book. I -- um -- I miss someone, though I’m not entirely sure I can call her my girlfriend. She’s from space and hasn’t been back for a long time.” Sam shrugged. “Sorry, that was probably too much information, but thank ya for the entertainment.”

[kentuckyrocket]

chaos-hexes‌:

Wanda had come in hopes of maybe seeing Anna. The pair of them had been working on a tenuous rekindling of their relationship after Anna had come to see Wanda when everything had gone so badly after the detention center. The other woman clearly cared about Wanda insofar as she could, and Wanda wanted to try again. They had been working on something good before Anna had told Wanda about her relationship with Erik. it wasn’t really that Wanda had objected to Anna and Erik as a concept. It just… had sucked that Anna was supposed to be Wanda’s friend. She had wanted to be close to Wanda and it had felt like Erik had taken her, just as he took so much all the time. Now, though, she supposed she would jsut try to take the relationship for what it was. Adjusted expectations. 

She hadn’t expected to have anyone speak to her. Most people gave her a wide berth in District X. Her breakdown had only been five years ago, and the fallout still existed within their world in spite of Wanda’s best efforts to fix it. Looking up, she quirked a brow. “Here in the world? Here in District X? Or perhaps here on this bench?” She asked simply. Her fingers tangled in the long and flowing sleeves of her blouse as she asked it.

Sam easily grinned at Wanda. He knew not to poke the hornet’s nest, but it would just be rude of him to not say something to someone he recognized, especially when they were near the infirmary of all places. “Let’s start with the bench and work our way outwards,” he suggested and smiled at her again. “I’m Sam, by the way. I know your brother from some missions before we all came to Star City. We weren’t exactly on the same sides, but I wouldn’t have punched him if the Scott hadn’t told me to, y’know?” He shrugged. “So what brings ya to this here bench, if you don’t mind me askin’?”

[kentuckyrocket]

wxpnx23‌:

Laura avoided leaving the district like the plague, especially after her most recent encounter with NOVA. Even if it was a while ago, she really didn’t feel like poking that bear. She had people to look out for, a job that needed her, she couldn’t take that risk again. And, being imprisoned reminded her too much of HYDRA…But at the same time, this was the best noodle shop in the city, and she could hide her powers better than most. That and she wasn’t exactly public knowledge, NOVA couldn’t afford to let out that they didn’t have enough evidence to convict an assassin, gave her a bit more leeway with the rules. It made getting things for the shelter much easier. She sighed as she stared down her bowl of noodles, when she heard someone enter the shop. They’d had a familiar scent, one she picked up on but couldn’t place right away due to how long it’d been. He did seem familiar…and confirmed it when he confronted her. She sighed, sending him a glare that, if looks could kill, he’d be a skeleton. “Sam,” she greeted, quietly and curtly. “Are they now? Forgive my skepticism, but out of all of the X-men who I’d believe, your name’s pretty low down on the freaking list.” She growled out, with her typical Loganesque feistiness. She didn’t let herself believe what he said, couldn’t. She’d abandoned them, without even a word. Why would they still care? She tried not to make those doubts visible, though she wondered if she was successful in that endeavor. She sighed, shaking her head. “I’m doing just fine, Sam. Looking after a shelter back in District X, good people. No need to worry about me.”

“As far as I knew, last we heard of ya was that you’d been picked up,” Sam replied keeping his voice low. “But if you’re in District X, that’s good.” A pause. “Neither of us should be here,” he added with a hint of a smile. “But they ain’t got noodles like these in District X.” Sam was, first and foremost, a big brother and that made him act that way to everyone else, even if he knew they were perfectly capable of handling they’re own. “So,” he said after ordering his food, “ya got out. Does Scott know? I won’t say anything to ‘im unless ya want me to.” Another pause. “Does Logan know?”

[calleismercedes]

Quarantine selfies are giving me life

[pierulestheworld]

new mutants aesthetic

[kentuckyrocket]

Sam was out for a long-distance run and he was wearing cut-off sweatpants and wicking t-shirt along with some pretty beat-up shoes. He was a smelly mess by the time he reached his point of stopping to turn around a go back and realized he’d made a wrong turn in his delirium and ran all the way up to the gates of Bruce Wayne’s home. He squinted in the sun and saw an older man standing outside and, man oh man, he had to be hot in that get-up. “Aren’t ya hot in all those layers?” Sam called out before he could stop himself. @thebatbutler​

[kentuckyrocket]

Sam had left District X despite being wanted by NOVA because, well, he always disliked being told he couldn’t do something. Also, he had a hankering for some greasy noodles and not the kind like in fancy restaurant in District X. No, he wanted the ones from the dingy restaurant several blocks away in Star City. That little noodle shop was where he ducked in and pulled down his hoodie, ready to go to the counter and order when he spotted her. He tensed at first because he knew how she’d left without a word before he’d come back to the fold, and well their last encounter with each other hadn’t exactly been savory since Sam had been with S.H.I.E.L.D. but she had to know that he wasn’t now, right? He’d literally blown up half their lab building getting out of there, which was why he was wanted by NOVA. “What’re ya doin’ ‘ere?” Sam asked in a low drawl as he sat down across from Laura at one of the tables. “E’erbody’s worried ‘bout ya. Hell, I’m worried ‘bout ya.” @wxpnx23

[kentuckyrocket]

“Scott, I think ya better take a gander at this,” Sam called out as he walked into the other man’s office holding a tablet and otherwise unannounced. He’d been watching the news and as usual, spotted someone he knew getting rounded up by NOVA in a report. “We gotta help them, Scott,” he was saying as he handed over the tablet. “Please.” @summersofscott​

[kentuckyrocket]

Sam was visiting a student in the infirmary after they’d fallen out of the sky earlier that day due to a fluke of their abilities and Sam hadn’t noticed in time to do more than scrape them up and fly them to care himself. Scott always gave him crap for flying inside the school, but sometimes, he couldn’t help it. Spotting none other than Wanda Maximoff sitting in the waiting area, Sam moseyed over and gave her a smile before pointing next to her. “Mind if I sit, ma’am?” he asked as he stood there and then took a seat after a few seconds anyway. “May I ask what yer doin’ ‘ere of all places?” @chaos-hexes​