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" You need a taste of your own medicine. " The mutant doctor mused, grabbing a pair of tweezers and a scalpel, ready to remove the shrapnel fragment from Logan's arm -- if he let her.

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@gutrage liked X and the wheel picked Cece
" You need a taste of your own medicine. " The mutant doctor mused, grabbing a pair of tweezers and a scalpel, ready to remove the shrapnel fragment from Logan's arm -- if he let her.
"Cause' ya fuckin' knocked, Jimminy Christmas, stop shoutin' at me."
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It's a chilling look that Logan shoots him, all primal animality and vehemence, charged and annoyed, the kind of glare that would have the students running for the hills . . . but Henry P. McCoy is, by now, as much an expert in blithe indifference to those who could kill him as he is in genetics, biophysics, electrical engineering, etcetera, etcetera.
So, off the look plinks into the alien underbrush, deflected by the eccentric genius' knowledge that Logan is merely being his cantankerous self - and the silent assurance that, if it does come down to a scrap, he can more than hold his own.
"In case you needed a reminder, my exacts words were, 'don't be surprised, Logan, if you find something cute and defenceless that attaches itself to you while we're out there. If it happens on Earth as often as it does - and it happens very often - then there's no reason it shouldn't happen out there, in that final frontier.'"
His tone is one of idle amusement and merriment - in the days following Charles' death, smiles have been in very short supply indeed, and while he doubts Logan appreciates him smiling at his discomfort, well, he can't really help it.
The Wolverine simply cannot help but pick up strays. Some things are noted constants, regardless of the planet you happened to be frequenting at the time.
Flicking open his translator, Hank thumbed through all the major galactic languages that he'd downloaded from the S.W.O.R.D database, wondering if he might get a ping for whatever the little tykes were speaking. Galactic Basic, no; High Skrull, more like Highly Unlikely; Debased Kree, perhaps? Shi'ar Prime, definitely not, although? Merchant-Slang Majesdanian . . . he'd leave that one running, just in case. It had come in useful before, after all.
"You may not be mama, but have you considered that you may, in fact, be papa? Not the step-papa, but the papa that stepped up, so to speak?" Hank's entirely too amused at Logan's discomfort with the beasties swarming him, even as he consults his X-PDA to cross-reference their location with the map.
He's capable of multi-tasking, he can laugh and be useful at the same time.
"Besides, it may not have crossed your mind just yet, but does it not occur to you that you're fulfilling the X-Men's mission statement right now? The promotion of mutantkind, the protection of the innocent and the defenceless . . . granted, I don't know if Charles ever thought it would quite look like this." He gestured up at the incredible alien flora and fauna that surrounds them, dearly wishing he had time to conduct a full xenobiological survey and take samples - but, they were on the clock. And they needed a direction in which to head.
"🎶 There's no earthly way of knowing, which direction we are going, there's no knowing where we're rowing, or which way the river's flowing, is it raining, is it snowing . . . 🎶"
He clicked his fingers, pointing east.
"Our destination, Logan. Give or take fifty meters, I'd say."
@gutrage gets a starter for the thing we talked about
There's the distant rumble of an explosion outside. Thanks to the diversion, most guards and Hydra personnel have run out to check what all the noise is about, so it's easy to hurry through the hallways, relatively speaking, and check the rooms and laboratories. Their orders are clear: destroy every Hydra factory you come across. They won't blow them to pieces when there may be POWs inside, though, so while Steve, Falsworth, and Dernier distract the guards and soldiers, Dum Dum, Gabe, and Bucky make sure they don't accidentally kill American GIs (or resistance fighters, for that matter).
“I’ll go left; you take the right hallway,” he tells Gabe when they reach a fork; Dum Dum is already clearing out another corridor behind them. These fucking Hydra faculties are like mazes, sometimes. Hefting his M1 Garand up, Bucky hurries down the hallway. They don’t have much time, so it’s mostly peeking into rooms and then running to the next when you don’t see anything at first glance, so Bucky actually misses the body strapped to a table in one of the laboratories (he hates finding the labs, it reminds him of his own time there and Zola’s cold, sweaty hands on his skin). He’s already out of the door again when his brain puts the pieces together once more, and he pauses. “What the––”
Jogging back inside, he stares down at the man. He’s a tiny guy, all things considered, and there are a lot of fluids hooked up to the crook of his arm and the back of his hand. “Be alive, please be alive,” he mutters as he shoulders his rifle and pulls the needles out. The flesh is still warm, so he hopes he isn’t too late. “Hey – hey, can you hear me?!”
@gutrage cont. the bad type of clown
“I don’t like clowns. Or cannibals.”
❝ i thought i’d never see you again. ❞
@gutrage , killing eve themed starter call ( selectively accepting )
“ya look skeptical.”
"I absolutely am. The notion of "parental instinct" is shakey enough when it comes to one's own biological offspring, should they be subpar---does not a mother dog eat her weaker whelps?--but the idea it can extend to children who DON'T carry one's genetic line. . .that makes no sense."
"Come on now, admit it---they must all be yours, is that it? Even if they don't know it. That's why you put up with them tailing you as they do."
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spider-man 2 ( 2004 ) sentence starters @gutrage: “go get ‘em, tiger.”
❛ this is oddly encouraging coming from you, you know. ❜ not that they weren’t friends or that they didn’t have their moments --but logan’s always been painfully blunt with him. and if scott was about to make a total fool of himself, he’d be the first one to let him know. the absence of any snide remark or joking comment makes him really wonder if that means he has nothing negative to say at all --perhaps a first.
❛ so you really think this is a good idea? not like i’m walking straight into a trap with her right now, right? i guess i thought the whole “hey emma, i died on you” thing would mean she didn’t wanna see me again...like that’s a whole lot of painful memories, right? ❜