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Laura didn’t advance after standing back up, taking a moment to study her opponent. He was clearly powerful, though he didn’t use his powers in any way that Laura would expect. Instead, she would guess that he didn’t truly understand the full extent of them, or rather didn’t want (or know how) to use them to that point. Whatever the purpose was, Laura wouldn’t take it for granted. 

Clearly, he also didn’t expect for her to be able to pose a challenge to him. His shock at the bloody knuckles was enough to prove it. And now, he wanted to end the fight before it even truly began - she doubted she had enough time to strike enough fear to manage that. When he continued, she realized why. 

“You… know him?” she asked. She had trouble referring to her donor as anything other than Weapon X, though she knew he preferred different names. Logan. Wolverine. 

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Rena’s Favorite Marvel Characters (1/20): Laura Kinney | X-23

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spydcrwoman:

Veranke observed the party with a drink in hand, not bothering to hide her disdain. Jessica Drew had never been a fan of crowds, something Veranke was glad for; she did not have to pretend to intermingle with the Terrans in order to maintain her cover, did not have to pretend to fit in to keep from being discovered. With a sigh, she took a drink from her glass and glanced to the person standing at her side. “Stark sure knows how to throw them, huh? I’m pretty sure half of New York is here.”

Laura hadn’t wanted to come to the party where all of New York would be, but in truth she had nothing better to do. At least, she thought, it would help her observe what normal people do. When the woman beside her spoke, she knew it would be expected she replied. “I think you are right,” she said, looking out at the crowd. “It’s strange.” 

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Clint had always sort of dug Halloween. Maybe it was because he’d never gotten much of a chance to celebrate it as a kid, or maybe he just liked any holiday that offered free candy, but it was one of his favorites. It was also kind of one of the more… complicated holidays. 

Tonight, for example, the beanie Natasha had bought him was pulled snugly over his ears, covering the mics on his aids. He’d sort of planned it that way; music pounding through speakers didn’t sound great without hearing aids, and with them, it was sort of a disaster. Usually, it wouldn’t have mattered much; Clint was a damn good lip reader, after all. But crowds made that sort of thing difficult, and the fact that a lot of people were wearing masks didn’t make it any easier. In fact, Clint didn’t realize the person next to him was speaking until he caught their mouth moving out of the corner of his eye. Brows furrowing together, he turned towards them a moment too late to catch even the tail end of what they’d said. “Uh,” he replied, narrowing his eyes as if he might catch the words floating somewhere in the air. Unsurprisingly, no luck. “That’s… I actually need you to repeat all of that. Like, from the beginning.” Yeah, maybe his love of Halloween was a little unfounded.

Laura didn’t understand what the commotion about Halloween was. A time to dress up in costume, pretending to be something you’re not... it was pointless to her. The fact that Tony Stark was throwing a party to celebrate the holiday when there were so many other things to be worried about made it even more futile. 

Still, she knew that Natasha and Clint would be going, and someone had to keep them out of trouble. Besides, the best place to blend in was in the crowd and learning about what everyday people did could benefit her. So Laura stayed to the side of everyone, not wanting to get lost in the crowd. It didn’t take long for her to find Clint, and she moved so that she would at least be near someone she knew. She watched the crowd for a moment, before speaking. “I do not understand,” she began. “What is the point of this celebration?” When Clint asked her to repeat, she shortened her statement. “What is the point?” 

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bluerobotbitch:

A straightforward reply, in so much as it told Nebula she would not be getting more information from this girl. “Very well,” she said, rolling her shoulders back. “Perhaps you are still afraid of them. The ones who made you this way.” She doubted that, but it might draw out an honest answer. People were always the most honest when they were angry.

This girl was quite astute. Most assumed that her planet was one of cyborgs and robotic beings, but this girl could see how the pieces did not fit together. The cracks in the seams between biology and cybernetics. “I am,” she said with a nod. She gazed down at her left arm, which was entirely mechanical, from fingertip to shoulder. “The person who made me into a weapon would train me in battle. Each battle I lost, he would replace a part of me. To bring me up to par with my betters,” she breathed, unable to hold back the bitterness for too long.

Laura wasn’t surprised that the woman had been able to infer as much, but that didn’t mean she liked it. She would never admit her fear of Kimura, but she would be foolish to not be afraid. Time had proven she would never win that fight. 

Instead she focused on the woman’s story. Pointedly ignoring the observation, Laura extended her claws, bringing them up so that she and the woman could see them clearly. “My mutation was... forcibly developed,” she began. “My claws were bone. My healing factor allowed him to sharpen them, and coat them with adamantium.” And no anesthetic. 

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No one owns me! I’m not a thing. I’m Laura Kinney! 

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“Then you shouldn’t,” Natasha replied simply. She never intended to force Laura into anything. She had endured enough of her choices being taken away from her. “If it weren’t for the statement it makes, I doubt I would have,” she admitted. “After the SHIELD leak, my identity has been public and they turn to me. Supporting the new Accords is essential so they grow.” Laura would never force her to explain her choices, but surprisingly, with her, Natasha never minded. 

As she caught onto the code, she smiled faintly. She’d never doubted that she would understand it, although it required deciphering. “Some of them are, and some of them are not,” she admitted quietly. “It’s an… adjustment, as it was for me when I first left Europe. As far as I can tell, no one’s aware of their new location.” Idly, she wondered if Laura would desire to meet the former Red Room students.

Laura didn’t know why she was worried that Natasha might expect her to have signed the Accords with her. There was still a part, small but there, that told her that whatever this was wouldn’t last. She didn’t know if she could ever truly escape that paranoia. 

Nodding along but letting the topic of the Accords fade away, Laura hung intently on the code. “Change is difficult,” Laura replied. She knew that they were both more than aware of the fact. “Especially one so...” She trailed off, not knowing what the exact word would be. Large? Challenging? Different? Silently, Laura cursed her weakness with language.

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bluerobotbitch:

“That doesn’t answer the question,” Nebula pointed out. There was no irritation in her voice, it was merely a fact. It could be said she understood secrets, to an extent. It could even be said she understood what this girl had gone through. That she didn’t need the details to imagine the hell of her life. A life she had taken back, just as Nebula had. Judging from the smile on her face, her words had rung true. “As do I. It is what they deserve, is it not?”

Nebula watched the girl curiously. She seemed as uncomfortable in her skin as Nebula sometimes felt. She wondered what they had done to her, if they had changed her, too. “A mutant clone,” she repeated, nodding. “That is quite the story. Almost more strange than ‘alien.’”

“No, it doesn’t,” Laura agreed. The camaraderie she had felt at the beginning of their meeting hadn’t yet left, despite the first encounter. In fact, it had only strengthened. She still didn’t trust the woman, but the company was... alright. 

She nodded as the woman continued. She found she agreed with what the woman was saying, though she had never voiced it before herself. “You are more than just alien though, are you not?” she asked. The technological grafts were clearly unnatural, just as the adamantium on her claws were. 

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Pietro had started laughing as he dodged and weaved through the girl’s movements, appearing behind her, tapping her on the shoulder and saying something else snappy, but as he ran, he heard something like metal slicing through the air. He turned to look at her as he ran, and almost in slow-motion, he took in the sight of claws extending from between her knuckles.

“Lady Wolverine?” Pietro exclaimed. Holy shit, he thought to himself, I’m gonna die. What if she calls the big Wolverine and I get, like, detention too? “Okay, I think we’ve made a big mistake here.” He stopped running, appearing in front of her, but keeping a very close eye on the claws. Fuck, those looked sharp. “How about we talk this out, yes? We’ll be laughing about this tomorrow, honestly…”

The girl took another swing towards him, and Pietro began to run, but not quickly enough. Her claws caught on the side of his shirt, slicing through the bottom of the fabric, but at least it didn’t go through to the skin below. Pietro stopped, looked down at the cut, and back at the girl with furrowed eyebrows. “Okay, that was just rude,” he said, moving to get in a super-speed punch. It was personal now, damnit!

Laura had fought a hundred battles, and had won a majority of them. The only time she lost were to an indestructible woman, but even then she could at least hit her target. This boy’s speed kept him just an inch from her punches, and it only added to her anger.

His apprehension of her claws were appropriate, though surprising. It was almost as if... as if he had seen them before. She knew she would have remembered a boy with super speed, and that combined with the title ‘Lady Wolverine’ meant that he knew him. She growled at the thought, and took another swing at him, this time catching the fabric of his shirt. 

It was closer than she had been, but the small victory ended as she felt the whoosh of air and then a sucker punch to the gut. The super-speed punch hit her with enough momentum to send her flying. She used her claws to dig into the ground and stop her, pulling herself back to her feet as she tried to catch her breath. 

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logan-weaponx:

Not many people knew about his past other than the Professor and the X-Men. Being called Weapon X made his spine tingle and he immediately tensed. This girl had either an insight to his past or she was with the program, even though he thought they destroyed it. “I prefer Logan,” he said calmly, keeping his voice level. He glanced this young woman up and down adjusting the grip in his fists, prepared for anything. Although nothing would ever completely calm his rage, his years with the Professor have helped him focus and control it. “If you’re here for some twisted kind of revenge you’re picking the wrong time for a fight.”

Words were never Laura’s strongsuit. She  didn’t know how to verbally respond, but the more he talked, the less she could control her rage. She couldn’t think, couldn’t say anything - her body wanted to speak for itself.  Her breathing was labored as she slowly extended her claws, wanting him to see what he did. What he caused to happen. Her fury clouded her mind, and then she was racing towards him with only one thought: to make him pay.

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slcvicshadow:

The fact that Laura wasn’t questioning their destination spoke volumes about the trust she’d come to find in Natasha. Privately, she was grateful for it. She deserved the solace that trusting someone implicitly provided, she’d seen enough gore and hatred, although her path would inevitably show her more. “I’m glad that you’ve been fine,” she said, looking over at her. “Have you considered signing the Accords? I did a few days ago, with the new Panel heads.” They were her friends, it was a show of support. “I’ve been good. The girls I was telling you are on vacation in America.” Laura would understand her code.

When they arrived at the rundown building, she swiftly removed a lock pick from her boot, and began opening the door.

Laura wondered briefly while they were walking who exactly Natasha’s contact was. Nat had told her of her time with the Avengers, and of her time before them but Laura never pried. She figured Natasha would tell her what she needed to know, and that was good enough for her. 

“I do not wish to,” she responded. Laura didn’t pay too much attention to the politics of the Accords, but she did know that she did not want her identity anywhere. She knew what Natasha said was a code, and it took her a moment to translate back. “That is good. Are they enjoying it?” She would never get used to talking in code, she imagined. 

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bluerobotbitch:

Nebula turned fully to the girl now, ignoring the screens. “That explains a lot,” she said simply, eyeing her up and down. “A weapon for whom?” she asked. “I was once a weapon for someone,” she said quietly, her rage simmering just under the surface. She had been a tool at her father’s disposal, broken apart and re-crafted to his liking, to make herself most efficient for him. Perhaps someone had done something similar to this girl. “But weapons can… backfire, shall we say.”

She arched a brow and smirked. “You are not human then,” she concluded, feeling confident in the appraisal. “Are you from this planet?” 

Laura was surprised by the similarities that seemed to run through them. Though their words only gave a small insight into the true meaning, the mere fact that they were even having this conversation spoke volumes. “They are... gone now,” she responded, though she feared it wasn’t entirely true. As the woman continued, a light smile fell on her lips. But weapons can backfire. “I like that.” 

She examined her wrists as the woman asked her next question. “I am a clone,” she answered. “A mutant. But I am from this planet.” 

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 I believe in life. I believe. I…fight. I bleed. For others. To keep them…alive. I live…I live, so others will live. I believe.

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logan-weaponx:

Logan was no fool. He knew when he was being followed. But whoever this sneaky sonofabitch was, they were good. He was never quite able to follow the trail. Until finally one night they made a mistake. Or maybe we’re setting a trap. Over the years Logan has been trough every possible circumstance and outcome, and he went into everything expecting the absolute worst. Only a few blocks away from Booklyn, he caught the scent and cracked his knuckles, prepared for anything as he entered the alley. Every single one of his senses were wired, working overtime. And it just so happens that this particular sonofabitch was a petite young woman. But Logan has fought against plenty of those to know that you never judge a woman by her size alone, especially someone that could track as well as this one seemed to be able to. Hands already gripped into fists, he kept plenty of distance between them. “What do you want?

He took the bait. As he approached, Laura examined him more thoroughly. his build made it clear that he was a strength-based fighter, whereas Laura herself relied more on speed and agility. Another way that Laura never lived up to the original in the Facility’s eyes. The thought kindled her rage, reminding her of the reason she was alive: his failure to be what they wanted. Unconsciously she mirrored his stance, her knuckles white from the grip. “You are Weapon X?” The question was a more of a formality, a way for Laura to attempt to clear the rage. It wasn’t working. 

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bluerobotbitch:

Nebula wasn’t surprised by the answer. Even if it was a lie. But this girl had already proven that she was capable in a fight, could stand her own against one of the greatest assassins in the universe, namely, her. “Then you are either very brave or very foolish,” Nebula pointed out coolly. 

She tilted her head to the side. “Neither,” she answered. “I am from a planet that no longer exists. That makes me no one. The better question is, what are you?” she asked, dark eyes intent on the girl. “There are very few who can keep up with me. Almost none of them are human.” 

The explanation was brief, but Laura wondered what story was hiding behind the words. She wouldn’t pry, however, because she knew some stories were meant to stay hidden. And even then, the woman didn’t dwell too long as the question came back towards her. 

Laura paused a moment, considering best how to answer the question. “I am X-23 - a weapon,” she responded. It would suffice as an explanation for now. She respected the other woman, but that didn’t mean she trusted her. A light grin flew across her face as she continued. “There are very few who can keep up with me.” 

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