Logan was known on the streets for being the best Merc around. Able to get in and out of jobs quickly, kill without warning. His only problem was that he could be predictable. His temper would get the best of him.
There was one Crime boss who oversaw half the drug trade in the entire New York area, and Logan has been taking down their distributors one by one, all in the span of a week or so. So, obviously, they were mad.
They managed to get inside information to which person he was hitting next, and lead him into a booby-trapped room, releasing gas that made him pass out for a good while.
He woke up, metal ropes as thick as industrial cables tying him to a cold metal chair that was bolted to the floor of a small, interrogation looking room. His hands were tied in a way that meant if he ever extended his claws, they would only ever stab into himself.
He groaned, raising his head as he was finally coming to, realising what happened.. he opened his eyes to see the boss of the whole operation in front of him, smug grin plastered across their face.
((open to any muse!! In this au, pre-conns are void, so if your muse and Logan are usually friends that's not true anymore :3))
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He yelled, his fists clenching hard as he tried his hardest not to extend his claws. When the shock ended - after what felt like an eternity -, Logan's head fell limp, still breathing heavily.
"I told you that mouth get you in trouble. And it did. So you got punished." He said harshly. A glare breaking through his body, sharply examining Logan.
Logan was known on the streets for being the best Merc around. Able to get in and out of jobs quickly, kill without warning. His only problem was that he could be predictable. His temper would get the best of him.
There was one Crime boss who oversaw half the drug trade in the entire New York area, and Logan has been taking down their distributors one by one, all in the span of a week or so. So, obviously, they were mad.
They managed to get inside information to which person he was hitting next, and lead him into a booby-trapped room, releasing gas that made him pass out for a good while.
He woke up, metal ropes as thick as industrial cables tying him to a cold metal chair that was bolted to the floor of a small, interrogation looking room. His hands were tied in a way that meant if he ever extended his claws, they would only ever stab into himself.
He groaned, raising his head as he was finally coming to, realising what happened.. he opened his eyes to see the boss of the whole operation in front of him, smug grin plastered across their face.
((open to any muse!! In this au, pre-conns are void, so if your muse and Logan are usually friends that's not true anymore :3))
Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @lyraqu1nn @prplhawk @stark-technology-inc @ever-blooming-darkness @norman-osborn-oscorp-ceo @merc-with-a-mouth-69 @simmonslocket @amoracupid @seemenoyoudont @snickt-23 @valerie-patton msg me to be taken off or put on this list!))
He yelled, his fists clenching hard as he tried his hardest not to extend his claws. When the shock ended - after what felt like an eternity -, Logan's head fell limp, still breathing heavily.
"I told you that mouth get you in trouble. And it did. So you got punished." He said harshly. A glare breaking through his body, sharply examining Logan.
Logan was known on the streets for being the best Merc around. Able to get in and out of jobs quickly, kill without warning. His only problem was that he could be predictable. His temper would get the best of him.
There was one Crime boss who oversaw half the drug trade in the entire New York area, and Logan has been taking down their distributors one by one, all in the span of a week or so. So, obviously, they were mad.
They managed to get inside information to which person he was hitting next, and lead him into a booby-trapped room, releasing gas that made him pass out for a good while.
He woke up, metal ropes as thick as industrial cables tying him to a cold metal chair that was bolted to the floor of a small, interrogation looking room. His hands were tied in a way that meant if he ever extended his claws, they would only ever stab into himself.
He groaned, raising his head as he was finally coming to, realising what happened.. he opened his eyes to see the boss of the whole operation in front of him, smug grin plastered across their face.
((open to any muse!! In this au, pre-conns are void, so if your muse and Logan are usually friends that's not true anymore :3))
Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @lyraqu1nn @prplhawk @stark-technology-inc @ever-blooming-darkness @norman-osborn-oscorp-ceo @merc-with-a-mouth-69 @simmonslocket @amoracupid @seemenoyoudont @snickt-23 @valerie-patton msg me to be taken off or put on this list!))
He yelled, his fists clenching hard as he tried his hardest not to extend his claws. When the shock ended - after what felt like an eternity -, Logan's head fell limp, still breathing heavily.
"I told you that mouth get you in trouble. And it did. So you got punished." He said harshly. A glare breaking through his body, sharply examining Logan.
Logan was known on the streets for being the best Merc around. Able to get in and out of jobs quickly, kill without warning. His only problem was that he could be predictable. His temper would get the best of him.
There was one Crime boss who oversaw half the drug trade in the entire New York area, and Logan has been taking down their distributors one by one, all in the span of a week or so. So, obviously, they were mad.
They managed to get inside information to which person he was hitting next, and lead him into a booby-trapped room, releasing gas that made him pass out for a good while.
He woke up, metal ropes as thick as industrial cables tying him to a cold metal chair that was bolted to the floor of a small, interrogation looking room. His hands were tied in a way that meant if he ever extended his claws, they would only ever stab into himself.
He groaned, raising his head as he was finally coming to, realising what happened.. he opened his eyes to see the boss of the whole operation in front of him, smug grin plastered across their face.
((open to any muse!! In this au, pre-conns are void, so if your muse and Logan are usually friends that's not true anymore :3))
Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @lyraqu1nn @prplhawk @stark-technology-inc @ever-blooming-darkness @norman-osborn-oscorp-ceo @merc-with-a-mouth-69 @simmonslocket @amoracupid @seemenoyoudont @snickt-23 @valerie-patton msg me to be taken off or put on this list!))
Logan was known on the streets for being the best Merc around. Able to get in and out of jobs quickly, kill without warning. His only problem was that he could be predictable. His temper would get the best of him.
There was one Crime boss who oversaw half the drug trade in the entire New York area, and Logan has been taking down their distributors one by one, all in the span of a week or so. So, obviously, they were mad.
They managed to get inside information to which person he was hitting next, and lead him into a booby-trapped room, releasing gas that made him pass out for a good while.
He woke up, metal ropes as thick as industrial cables tying him to a cold metal chair that was bolted to the floor of a small, interrogation looking room. His hands were tied in a way that meant if he ever extended his claws, they would only ever stab into himself.
He groaned, raising his head as he was finally coming to, realising what happened.. he opened his eyes to see the boss of the whole operation in front of him, smug grin plastered across their face.
((open to any muse!! In this au, pre-conns are void, so if your muse and Logan are usually friends that's not true anymore :3))
Extra: @emiliakanebarnes @lyraqu1nn @prplhawk @stark-technology-inc @ever-blooming-darkness @norman-osborn-oscorp-ceo @merc-with-a-mouth-69 @simmonslocket @amoracupid @seemenoyoudont @snickt-23 @valerie-patton msg me to be taken off or put on this list!))
Tony had been nervous for this. He had learned flower language, and intended to use it to give flowers to Stephen. He had chosen white heather, orange hibiscus, and pink orchids. The note wit the flowers read 'Proud of you for making it to the surgery board'. He knocked on the sanctum's door and waited
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He opened the door, eyebrows raising as he sees Tony, and then even more as he sees the flowers in his hands.
Once, long ago, he had learnt and memorised most if not all of flower language, what they all mean and how they correlate. He hadn't thought about it and ages, and was only now remembering it as he saw the flowers in his hands.
"Tony- are- ..who'd you get the flowers from?"
He said, instantly assuming the flowers definitely weren't from him. There's no way he'd do anything like that.. especially with all those orange hibiscus's..
