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-Nico Minoru
-Jennifer Kale AU variant/cousin/whatever, modeled on Sasheer Zamata's Agatha All Along MCU portrayal, because OMG
-Zelma Stanton
I just really want a magical comic that explores systems of practice from different cultures around the world; maybe some superheroics, but mostly mystery, drama, fantasy & horror. And now would be such perfect timing for Marvel to give that to the fans, if they wanted.
Started this fic, decided im not finishing it. Here you go!
Comforting was never The Wolverine's thing. No, his job was.. well.. Sknt-ing and Wolverine-ing. Sniffing, tracking, hunting... killing.
But Logan could comfort. He could comfort the fuck out of a kid or a scared citizen. But how could you comfort your best friend after his wife just sacrificed herself and left him broken for you to clean up?
"..Ro said you'd be here.." He says, sitting down at the table next to the blue man, his tears had been dripping in a way that made marks in his fur, dropping into his tall mug.
"It taste better like that?" The sarcastic tone was followed by an immediate scrunch of his face, nose crinkling as he sobs.
Oh, shi- Logan swallows, throwing a hand over his shoulder, pulling him close. "Oooh, come on don' do all that now."
Kurt whimpered something so high pitched and whiney that a hertz higher and it would have hurt Logan's ears. His tail was completely limp, as if someone had cut the string that connected it to his heart.
Using his hands, he tries to explain something with gestures and whines in inaudible german that even Logan couldn't understand.
"O- okay. Okay okay.. shhh... Shhh. I know.." Now you might think he was just saying this to ease the obviously defeated blue mutant but he's lost a wife or two... or three.. maybe four.
"I know.." He whispers, letting Kurt physically cry on his shoulder.
"Shhh.."
"I-it hurts.." He whines, throat tight.
"I know.. trust me. I know.. and I hate to tell ya but.. It don't get easier. Well- It does but.. the hurt is always there. It's just smaller... you gotta make bigger memories then this, Kurt.."
Shaking his head, Wagner grits his teeth, sniffling as his tail wraps around his waist tight, his chest is so tight that its like he's not even breathing. He claws into Logan's shoulder as if afraid he'd leave too.
"Wagner...Breathe.. I ain't going nowhere. I can swear that to ya."
It's now that he finally breaths, taking a big gasping breath only to sob it out, shaking as he did.
Logan holds him, rubbing his back, Giving a glare to a passer byer that stared at the emotionally distressed man, threatening to crack his skull open on the table if he even muttered a single word.
After a quiet growl, Logan lets out a sigh, deciding to press his head to his chest, hoping the preasure wouls ground him.
"What're you drinkin', Elf?" He asks, blunt and stern.
Calming down enough to breathe rigidly, he questions
"Why?"
"Just awnser the damn question."
"I-it's Pilsner.."
Ah yes. Germanys most popular choice of alchool.
Logan smirks, wondering if it'll work him up.
"Piss more like it.."
"What?" Lifting his head up, Kurt tilts it, his eyes glowing a little less bright then they usually did.
"W-what do you got, then?"
Logan shrugs. "Some fancy texas blue or some shit. Only good lookin' bourbon they had. Really, whats up with this place? How's a man supposed to drink away his worries with shit liqour and not even a jukebox?" He asks, swirling the glass, the ice swishing around in the alchool.
Kurt scoffs, deciding to down the rest of the mug, lifting a finger to ask for another but Logan pushes his hand down, lifting his instead.
"Give us a refill and 2 doubles of the hardest tequila you got, will ya?"
The man behind the counter nods as Logan goes to take his wallet from his jeans but Kurt's tail snatches it away.
"Tequila?"
"Give it, elf."
"Tequila??" He says again, as if this was an insane idea, tail moving from the spot Logan grabbed for it only for him to grab more towards the base, using the other hand to take the worn leather back.
"Yeah, you're going to need it. Trust me."
Kurt frowns as he watches Logan take out the money, giving it to the bartender, pushing the shots and refilled his mug, giving Logan a different glass.
"It's 45% is that alright?" They asked.
"Great. Keep a tab open?" Logan says, knowing that they'd need it tonight.
With a nod, he walks away to serve someone else but before Logan could tell Kurt to take the shots, he already threw his head back, swallowing both doubles in one gulp.
Logan blinks. Okay now he's worried.
"...one of those was mine but.. okay. That bad huh?" Oh well. It would've went down like water anyway, though now he pulls the mug away from him.
"Give it back. It's mine." Wagner grumbles, reaching for it but Logan pushes his face away, playfully.
Four shots of tequila chased by an entire mug was not a good idea. Not for him anyway. It might be nothin' for Logan, but definitely something for Kurt.
"Yeah- Nein. Not happenin'.. you can 'ave it 'ere in a couple minutes if you aint already lost yer head."
"Fine! And when that time comes I'm just going to chug that one too!" He says, sniffling but the glossy look in his eyes shown otherwise.
Just as Logan thought, not even 15 minutes later he sat at the bar, sipping the german's beer. His face twists, not liking the taste but shrugs, drinking it anyway.
Off in the otherside of the little hole in the wall bar, some sad sap was singing his poor heart out about a girl on a table. He chuckles a bit, shaking his head softly. "Idiot.." he mumbles, before pausing, glancing at the beer infront of him and then the empty seat next to him that once held a fuzzy butt.
Oh shit.. that was his idiot!
Groaning, he pulls himself up and away from the bar stool. "Kurt! Get down! I'm suppos'd be watchin' over ya!" He grunts. "Ror-ro's gonna kill me.."
K: Got a good reason for taking the easy way out now
L: She was a day tripper.
K: A one way ticket to heaven, but verdammt, Logan! I-.. Call it blasphemous b-but.. she was my heaven..
L: Oh.. elf..
K: It took me so long to find out, And I found out
She's a big teaser, She took me half the way there..
L:.. She aint technically dead.
K: Oh, yeah, just forever stuck. That did not help, Logan.
L: She saved you, Kurt. That's gotta mean something
K: Ja, means I should have done better
L: Look, you did the best you could have done. We'll figure it out. You always do.. Hey. Come on. Lets go to Virgie.
K: Wha?
L: You married her there didn'tcha? They say virgina's for lovers.
K: Heh.. Ja.. I hated the sand.. tears up .. Oh Logan.. Lets go to Virginia!
They then end up hiking off to virgie so they can dump her ashes in the sand of Virginia beach. He scoops some up in the vial and keeps it.
When they try to sneak into the mansion a day or two later, Logans so drunk that he's literally breaking into his own room when Ororo comes out in her bonnet crossing her arms with a dispointed and angry look.
"Where have you been!?" In which case kurt bamfs away, leaving Logan stuttering to her "I-i uhm.. you.. he.. w-we uhm."
"Mhm.. get to bed. Now! And don't you dare leave again without telling me!"
"Yes ma'am.." Logan takes his hat off, slinking inside like a guilty dog.
They say.. what happens in Virginia stays in Virginia..
