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Fuck yourself.

“You got it, Pal.” Logan lifted up his arm and lit the lighter. And when Logan reached up… he reaaallly fuckin’ reached up. The fucker was tall. It wasn’t less than a few hours later they were touched down on Latverian soil. “You ever been here, Jughead? He don’t take kindly to visitors.”

“Yes to beer.” He stood up. “But don’t be so sure of that. Lots of kids here are into astrophysics. Few of ‘em can control… space or that sort of thing.” Logan walked down the stairs to his truck. He usually had beer, but since some of the kids got bold a few weeks ago and stole —

“Its a good place. Did ya see Hanks lab? Got everything in there.” It was a great place to be. All the kids had a lot of potential and he was glad to be there to witness it. They could all be pains in the asses sometimes, but he cared for all of them. “‘m sure he’d love to have ya as a guest —

“Yer alright.” He shook his head. She was a nice girl. “What brings you ‘round to the manor anyway? Doin’ a puff piece or somethin’?”

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“Fair ‘nuff.” More for him. “These help me come down at th’ end of th’ day. No one botherin’ me, just me and the silence enjoying a smoke.” Not that he minded Darcy. It beat Cyclops.

Stares. Hands her one.

“Great.” Logan took it and lit up his cigar. “You ever smoke one of these?” He asked, taking a puff. The cigar was thick. Better flavor that way. He had plenty if she wanted to try one.

Logan frowned, staying quiet for a second. “I’m not gonna lie t’ya there, Cain. You were.” He turned and looked up at him. “But he’d be proud of you. Yer doin’ the right thing by him.” He reached into jacket pocket and lit a cigar, handing it to Cain. “Earned this.”

Lighting a cigar. Finally. Quiet time.

“Some motherfucker who thinks he’s Doctor Frankenstein.” He started to follow the trail. “Say— what made you into a babyface anyway, Marko? Girl break your heart? Realize the errors of pillaging villages?”

“Yeah.” Logan crouched down and took a whiff. Some sulfur, some metal. “Gonna be a pain in the ass. Smells like undead robot to me, Jughead.”

“If ya feel inclined to turn some ninjas into paste, be my guest.” He popped all his bones back into place. “First gotta find where they came from.”

“Not sure yet.” Logan sat up, rolling his shoulder to pop it back into place. “G’na find out.”

“I’ll never say no to a beer.” Logan groaned and struggled up, holding his stomach. “Which bar?”

“B’lieve me. These weren’t fuckin around.” He placed his hand over his chest, then fished out another bullet. “Gimme a few more minutes. ‘Ll be alright.”

“Buncha ninjas. Don’t think I can’t get up and kick your ass too, Marco.”

You got no idea, Matty.

Laying on the floor covered in blood. Most of it not his. Some of it is though.

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Logan could only sigh and look back down. Ben had been through so much. So has Peter. But over the past few months he had grown close to Ben and related to him. He saw a lot of himself in him. “Pete. I’m sorry.” He looked over at him. “I’m sorry you lost your brother. I’m sorry for what —

Have a seat.

“What?” His head darted back to Peter. “What do you mean? It was Ben?” His heart sank again. First it was at the sight of losing Peter. That image would be burned into his brain forever. But to find out it was Ben? It just shattered his heart all over again. “Who did this?”

She want some?

“Never stopped lookin’.” He shook his head. “Lots of us kept lookin’.” He walked over and crouched beside him. “You gonna explain that?”

@nomorehunting.bsky.social “I can smell ya, Pete.”

“Hate to break it to ya, but you just crossed the 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓. 𝐵𝑎𝑑 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢-“ 🐈‍⬛Felicia Hardy, Black Cat 🐈‍⬛Banter 🐈‍⬛SL’s 🐈‍⬛Theivery 💎 25+ mun, she/her, GMT

Cutting steak.

bolt my mom wanted to be cremated. my sister made a gofundme to help raise the money needed. please donate if you can.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” He half joked. “You want a drink, Bub? This rounds on me.” He gestured for the waiter to bring two more. If the Arachnid didn’t drink it, that was fine. Logan would.

“‘m sorry, Pal. Wish there was more I could do to help ya.” Logan frowned. “Where you’re from, you got those Spider people and a Moon Knight, or are you just botha them wrapped up into one?”

“Another universe?” Logan took a sip of the glass, then gestured for another. “Listen, Chuck knows a whole Hell of a lot. Not so sure he knows about multiversal travel. But theres this other guy— Reed Richards, thats the guy yer lookin’ for. He ain’t around right now, he’s out in space. —

He furrowed his brows, taking his hand off the glass. “Yeah? And who might that be?” Logan asked, a change in his voice. He didn’t know who this person was, but he’d be damned if something happened to Charles. “And what are you lookin’ for him for?”

“Ah.” Logan took a swig from his glass. “Didn’t know. Sorry.” Turning his head once more, “There a reason you came to this bar? You lookin’ for me?”

“Yer one to talk.” Logan grabbed the others hood and pulled it down over his face. “Whats the hood for? Case your head gets cold?”

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