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[notaskingforacceptance]

What Was What Will Be

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Always a stir when a familar face turned up at Haven.   Even if they had been there before and just departed on a sojourn.   Six months passed since Bobby Drake left.  Now back again in their Sanctuary.   Erik remained cautious when dealing with those that he once fought against.   Even if at times they served on the same side.   Granted now they were all on the same side if one was sensible.    

That didn’t mean that everyone would be content to find a former adversary in their midst.   Erik didn’t apologize for his past.   Nor for his goals.   He simply worked on the present.  Defending this place and helping it grow.   After all, that did serve mutant-kind best.   

While he retained some discretion, he retained a bit of curiosity.   Best to make peace where possible one individual at time.   Ororo accepted him here, so most should follow that lead.   Of ones that might not, well, his power meant few would be a viable threat.    Still they deserved respect.   So he approached the returnee with awareness of how things could turn precarious.

“Ah, Robert Drake.   Good to see you back in Haven.   I take it your travels served you well?”

[justanoldsoldier]

Building Walls

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The winter weather offered an opportunity to more easily clear land of Infected.   Even zombies would be subject to be frozen due to the cold.   While the pine trees still had their green needles, the deciduous trees’ branches were bare of any covering.   The long grass and wildflowers all flattened by a covering of snow.   Nothing too deep at the moment and any fields clear open spaces easy to see across.   In a word, other than the cold, an ideal situation.

Now they  had been using metal fencing as temporary barriers as they cleared each space.  Adding it to what they claimed after it had been deemed safe.  The problem with the metal that even with Erik Lehnsherr’s help to sink it into the ground it could be tearing up the roots of trees, or animal burrows.   The metal would be better used along where they planned for the overall boarder to eventually go.  

So when he heard about a mutant with ice powers, that provided an appealing alternative.   If, of course, the gentleman in question would be willing to use his gifts that way.   So he sought the man out.   “Bobby Drake, right?  I’m Steve Rogers I wondered if you had a moment to discuss something with me.”

[sensualsnikt]

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The smell of ice was fresh, clean, willing to wipe all others away even despite an apocalypse. It reminded him of his teenage years in Canada learning to be a mini Wolverine, but in a way that let him recall on the alone times there, because it was so pure.

That was what Bobby smelled like. He had a human scent, sure, but it was so much cleaner. It wasn’t difficult to follow right now, as he strolled along to find him.

He’d been aware Bobby had used to reside in Haven before Daken had ever even come here, but he hadn’t met him since his return — he hadn’t seen him in a very long time — not since before. And Daken owed him. He didn’t like owing people, but when it came with sacrifice, he couldn’t forget it. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets, his brow knit deep in thought. There were plenty of reasons to hate the X-Men, but Iceman wasn’t one of them. Daken doubted the guy liked him much in return, but at least he was genuinely good, not ruled entirely by some idiotic and sanctimonious obsession to prove the world wrong for hating and fearing them.

He didn’t like the guy per se — too morally uprighteous not to be annoying — but he owed him for living up to that morality and helping him, even when helping him had been the wrong thing to do. He’d misjudged him, once upon a time, that he knew. Daken didn’t like owing people, but when it came with sacrifice, he at least had a shed of honor not to forget it.

Maybe some would find it odd, then, that he was stalking him. Good thing those people didn’t have a voice right now. There he was. Bobby looked handsome, despite the apocalypse and everything that entailed. He wondered how he would be on the inside. Hopefully decently vulnerable. It would be nice to have an easy upper hand. “Hey there, snowflake,” he headed around towards him, hands still in his pocket, with a tentative smile.

[hawkeyetwopointoh-blog]

hero complex and other things || bobby and kate

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“So like...I was thinking, you know. Big city, loads of trapped people, right?” Kate liked the sound of her own voice. It was weird to think that she’d need to warm up herself before meeting up with Bobby Drake. She knew him by reputation alone, and boy was she excited.

The announcement came across the speakers, and dear Kate. Her heart beat wildly, and for a moment, she felt the fear seep into her bones, turning to lead. And good God, it reminded her of bad things. Of Central Park and being afraid. And by Jove, now...she was just very fucking angry. Not again. Never again.

Trusted bow in her hand and quiver strung across her back, Hawkeye was ready. The adrenaline raced through her body, and so did the excitement of meeting an X-Man up close. An actual X-Man, who by reputation, was cool as futz.

Her eyes looked around for a cool guy. “Hey there, I’m Kate Bishop. Hawkeye, Private Eye...whatever eye you’d prefer!”

[a-queenmystique]

Frosty

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Raven brought the bundle of fish into the kitchen and laid them out on the clean counter.  “They were really biting this morning,” she commented to the young woman who was tidying away the last of the breakfast service.  The nearby lake was still frozen, but once you cut a hole in the ice they were more than happy to go for a baited hook.  The thaw would come soon enough and there would be more deer around for people to bring in, but for now, a brace of trout would be appreciated as a source of protein.  She washed her hands in the sink but her body was already banishing the smell of fish.

“I saw some jars of red curry paste in the cupboard, that’s an excellent way to do fish,” she recommended, “although I suppose you’ll have to make it mild for the unadventurous.”  She expected there would be a lot of tins of coconut milk that nobody knew what to do with.  She picked up a plum from the bowl on the counter, so glad that she had come to a place where they had figured out greenhouses, and turned to leave, only to see a familiar face.

[run-to-agent-hill-blog]

Bake Away | Maria and Bobby

Coffee, coffee, coffee. I need coffee before I kick Stark out of a window.

Maria was in business attire, having just left a meeting with associates of Stark Industries and something about an explosion. Which was the usual damage control environment for her work. However the day was done, she was retired for the day and in need of a coffee. Possibly Irish after having to deal with the requests Tony had given her last minute. Walking into the living area of the residential suites, she shrugged off the jacket she wore and walked towards the kitchen area. Throwing the jacket haphazardly onto the bench, she made her way to the cabinet with the coffee mugs. Searching for a specific mug she made a small noise of disapproval. Her mug was missing, and it was a rather nice mug. Bek had given her a mug with corgi puppies patterned around the exterior and was fairly large and could hold a decent amount of coffee. Dropping her shoulders, Maria grabbed the closest mug and switched on the kettle.