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Perfect Little Punching-Bag
I forgot to say out loud
How beautiful you really are to me
I cant be without
Youre my perfect little punching-bag
And I need you
~Dont Leave Me, by Pink
Its early enough that only Nathan and a few others are awake. He has the suspicion that Hank is still awake, having tinkered with something-or-other through the night. Scott (like Nathan) has always been an early riser. Laura and Logan wake with the sun for most of the year, and get up around six in the winterLaura pretends this has nothing to do with their animal nature, but Logan doesnt bother to pretend anymore. Technically, X-Force still has other headquarters elsewhere, but since M-Day they mostly stay in the mansion. Some industrious young student has been making mountains of scrambled eggs and still shows no sign of stopping.
Nathan feels inexplicably muzzy as he accepts a pl
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Get a Hobby
There was something in the air a smell that was almost a taste. Tangy. Metallic.
Terry rolled the flavor around on her tongue. Ah, that was it. Blood. Shed just grown in one of her permanent eyeteeth, and her mouth had tasted like blood for half an hour after the baby tooth finally came out.
The smell was too strong for a scraped knee on the basketball court or a bloody nose from a fistfight. Maybe somebody had gotten hit on the head. Maybe somebody was hurt and needed help.
So Terry followed the smell of blood to a bench on the edge of the lawns.
A man was sitting there, shirtless, slumped like hed given up on life. His shirt was sitting to one side of him, and a big, bloody knife was on the other. She could see blood pooling at his feet; he wasnt moving.
Slowly, she reached for the knife.
Dont touch that, he said, startling her
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Bob and the girls arent the only ones allowed to help Wade babysit Hope.
The list is short and a little incongruous, mostly because Wade and Nate dont exactly see eye-to-eye on the matter of appropriate babysitters but it does go beyond just Inez, Sandi, Irene, Bob. Most of the X-Brats were shot down for lacking responsibility (shame, too, because Julian is almost as likely to go on prank sprees as Wade is). Most of the X-Men (and X-Women, and X-Force) were shot down for lacking anything like a sense of humor.
And, occasionally, Hope voices a desire to hang out with somebody different (which will sometimes veto the requirement for a sense of humor).
So today they have Laura with them.
Wade was skeptical, when Nate first dropped the girls off, but Hope insisted that Laura needed more fun-time in her life (and Wade definitely couldnt argue with that), and
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F-473 and the Nature of Coincidences
When Nate and his Hope-rescuing cohorts are gone, Wade pulls Eight-ball out again. So. Got a better idea of when Hopell be getting back?
~Extrapolation in progress ~
While he waits, Wade starts hiking in the direction of the nearest rebel camp.
~A locus has formed. Subject designate Hope Wilson WM339 will arrive in the current timeline on the afternoon of March eighteenth, in the year 3942.~
Earlier than she was aiming.
~The death of Stryfe and the timestream anomaly associated with the assignment of Nathan Dayspring Gamma created a minor vacuum which affected any timeslides in this branch. The Quartermaster accounted for the vacuum when providing telemetry information to the timeslide module of subject designate Nathan Dayspring WM339-Gamma.~
He walks at a leisurely pace, stays in plain sight.
A rebel patrol finds him j
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Into Her Own Hands
When the men in funny yellow suits first dragged Hope out of the alley and off to their base, she had (she is sorry to say) cried a lot. In her defense, shed had a trying daysneaking off with Wade so that he could show her his swords had somehow turned into Wade slicing yellow-suit-guys to ribbons because they shot at him so they could get his jeans, and Wade was forgetting a lot, and then the yellow-suit-guys grabbed her and shot him in the back of the head.
They were already halfway to the yellow-suit-guy secret base before she remembered that Wade would probably be okay, because Nathan had shot him in the head a bunch and he always got better. After that, she managed to pull herself together and stop crying.
At the base, the yellow-suit-guys introduced her to their leader, some floating giant-head-guy who turned out to be Mo from Wades phone call. He was very condascending to her, which made her very
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Getting through the city isnt as easy as Wade hoped it would be.
A little after eleven, just as the radiation levels start to peak for the day, Golden Boy (whom Wade doesnt remember having met in the past, but maybe it was back before his brain was fixed again) notices that theyre all being slowly baked.
Stop, Josh says.
Dont stop, were in a hurry, Wade casually contradicts.
We have to get out of the sunthe radiation is way too high. Were being cooked alive!
The dorky teleporting villain shrieks and scrambles into the shade.
Wade waves a hand and keeps walking. You wanna make it to the fortress without an arrow through your nose, you gotta be out during high rads. Even then, the place is a damn maze of alarms and traps.
Why didnt you just tell us? asks Laura.
Because its not a big deal. Three of us patch u
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Yes, Stryfe has food synthesizers. Yes, Stryfe is physically almost identical to Nate (maybe a little creepier at the edges of the smirks). Yes, Stryfe lets him kill or maim whatever he wants.
None of that changes the lack of television, books, music, and games in Stryfes fortress.
So, when Wades boredom gets the best of him and Stryfe refuses to amuse him with bedroom antics (because apparently ruling the world with an iron fist involves a surprising amount of work), Wade wanders.
Time has no meaning, so it doesnt matter to Wade how long it takes to make a perfect mental map while he wanders.
He knows every bump and hollow of the foothills around the fortress. He can navigate the remains of the city within a radius of about ten miles, above and below ground. He knows that the nearest rebel patrols are at least twenty miles distantmaybe thats why Stryfe doesnt really care
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Losing Hope or Why Weasels Make Lousy Babysitters
Slowly, Jack Hammer (yes, that is his real name, and yes, its possible that his parents were slightly drunk when they named him), known to his friends and colleagues as Weasel, sits down on a bench in Central Park and folds his hands together between his knees. It may not look like it, but Weasel is having a panic attack.
He long ago mastered the art of quiet panicwhen you get paid to break into places and steal things using a laptop, you learn not to make a fuss when things start to turn pear-shaped (lest you alert people with guns and handcuffs).
Bob, Agent of Hydra (technically off-duty and currently in plainclothes), takes a seat next to him, looking similarly calm, but anyone whose instinct for hiding is as well-honed as Bobs is certainly panicking right now.
Were going to die, Weasel muses. Very, very slowly.
We? Bob says
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Chemistry or The Fine Art of Blowing Stuff Up
And so, when sand and magnesium are combined and heated, the product Wanda paused to let a rubber band fly over her head, and carefully refrained from hexing its launcher across the room. She ignored the collected snickers from the back of the room while she drew an arrow at the end of the chemical equation on the board. the product is what, Mister Kaplan?
Wanda turned with a smile, watching the skinny boy flip frantically through textbook pages while his friends stifled laughter at his expense.
Um em-gee two ess-eye? Billy ventured, hair starting to stand up from the nervous aura of static around him.
Very good, she replied, writing his answer on the board to finish the equation. Which is called what, Mister Altman?
The blond promptly stopped laughing and consulted his
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Wade is immensely disappointed to find out that time travel does not involve flaming DeLoreans, reversing the Earths rotation, or burning spheres with sexy naked people inside.
In fact, aside from a Star-Trekkish swirl of light and a bunch of screaming from the kids at seeing a stranger appear out of thin air, time travel doesnt seem to involve anything fun or interesting. The guy is clearly from the future; he has a metal arm, a giant gun, and a look on his face like hes never even heard of a sense of humor. That, to Wade, is pretty much the essence of from the future (a belief colored by heavy exposure to various Nates).
The kids have fled the room by now, no doubt off seeking assistance of the Responsible Adult variety.
Wade leans to one side and gestures impatiently for the guy to move. Hey, Scarface, I appreciate the scenery, but your mama wasnt a glassmaker, and I havent