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(Start of RP).

It’s know in Manhattan that anything could happen, Manhattan is never without anything. Flashing lights, honking from cars, glorious tall buildings that made it, normally, a joy to web sling, and—oh you get the point.

Yet as I stated before, normally, because today wasn’t one of those days. No, today, web slinging from building to building felt more like busy work then refreshing, because nothing was happening.

Nothing.

No robberies

No crime

No cat thieving

Not even some punk hurting someone…

Okay that last part probably wasn’t the BEST to hope for, but he needed anything. ANYTHING…something to make him not think about ‘that’ for a while.

Yet, God seemed to push things out of his control yet again. Another punishment.

You know, avoiding it isn’t gonna help, especially them. Stopping by shouldn’t hurt, it really shouldn’t hurt.

With a groan Peter leaps down from a building, lands in front of the pretzel stand, orders some hotdogs and, of course, pretzels, before leaving again.

The new found strain on his arms, and the new companions, made it hard to land safely on the window of Avengers tower. Not wanting a swarm of questions this early, Peter crawled to the third floor, opened the little hatch, and entered the living room.

Guessed he just wait for someone to show up, but it really wasn’t required. Maybe eating in the dark, with only the window light behind him would distract him. Maybe…if not shield was always an option.

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The silence that had descended upon them had done so again. It had given away to the buzzing of the AC that Hank always had on, the beeping on the computers which had runs scans on the cure God knows how many times, and at last—those chemicals bubbling to the surface. Each bubble popping, screams turned into steam from the action.

Yet, now, the sound of two beasts, who were further than ever, clawing for air could be heard. Yet, what wasn’t heard was even more dangerous…

…it didn’t take much for Logan to get angry. Anybody, and everybody knew that. But there were levels to that anger, like the Hulk, that determined the danger. And while he couldn’t say or write the levels down on paper, one thing was sure—

Hank was rapidly approaching berserker territory.

If Hank hadn’t pulled back his digits or paws, whatever, the lab would have something else to fix.

A lot of something’s…

Yet I’m not here for that.

That isn’t what I set out to do.

So get yourself under control, retract your damn claws, and don’t dare put yourself first.

JUST LOOK AT HIM.

Trembling, shaking, holding on for dear life to the desk before him. Trying desperately to not snap, to not go at this again. He was trying, but he was losing.

Badly…

Oh goodness, don’t sit and watch…help him!

Struggling as he did so, Logan retracted his claws and attempted to calm the annoyance tugging at him like a child.

Relax Logan, just focus on me, deep breaths, just relax, you’re doing great.

Taking a deep breath, like Jean would’ve wanted, Logan felt more of his rage slip away and once it was mostly gone he directed his attention to container that had fallen off the table during to Hank’s shouting.

No doubt his voice traveled beyond his lab, hopefully, no one wanted to be a night owl tonight.

Picking up so said container, placing it back on the table, and leaving the desk he was leaning on, he began to approach the other man.

Hesitant for a brief moment, Logan placed his hand on Hanks shoulder. He stiffened for a moment, yet Logan knew he wasn’t comforted in the slightest. He only hopes was.

“Whether you meant that last statement or not,” his voice was strained but stern, “I don’t care which, nor do I prefer this.”

A brief pause before continuing,

“I’m gonna be here for you. Like you were for me. I needed words, back then. I don’t know what you need, but I’m here. I leave, I come back, but this is still family…the true family.”

“Just tell me what you need, I’m all ears, Hank. No more fighting.”

…

….

…..*Crunch*.

The desk had been bent…

The door opening hadn’t fazed Logan, not in the slightest. In some way he knew this would happen eventually, Hank wasn’t the one to hold grudges—thankfully. Although, this time Logan could see the desire to was eating away at him. His face, upon Logan’s entry, held that truth.

Forgot how cold Hank’s lab could be.

Turning around to meet the comment from the azure animal before him; he froze. While, yes, he did expect that door to go down as some point, but he hadn’t expected Hank to desire a upfront apology. That mere fact had stunned him, for a brief moment, until he dug deeper. Despite Hank’s tired expression, his breathing was unsteady and rigid. His eyes occasionally twitched violently, his fist were clenched stopping any attempt of brutality to re-surface, and lastly his fur stood tall like spikes awaiting their next target.

He was dangerously close to tearing him apart.

“Yeah I do have an apology for you. As I stated out there, I haven’t been fair to anyone on this team. Everyone has their own things going on, and this cure didn’t help it. I should’ve taken my complaints else where, and I’m sorry.”

…

…

…

…nothing.

Hank remained unfazed by his apology, In fact he seemed bored by it. Like he was expecting something.

Yep…no originality

Without realizing a sigh left him and he looked behind him before letting himself lean on a desk. One thing that he knew about McCoy was that he was always interested in was what presented, but even more invested in the why. He’s observant  like that. Always digging his nose where, even though he’d disagree, it belonged. Jean, goodness him, might have had the heart of the team, but he often had the soul. And even though it looked like he could throw him half across the room he need to know…why.

And as his eyes planted themselves on the ground…he spoke.

“I know…we don’t say it. Hell we don’t even look like we care about it, but ever since Chuck left things have been different.” He took a deep breath, relieving the blockade this name always caused him.

“Jean…after she died things really did change. The mansion changed, our uniforms changed, but most importantly we changed. I hate change, not because it’s not needed, but how it happens.”

Hank narrowed his eyes as to what he might be referring to.

“We stopped being family, and started being military. Armed at all times, and no one is here to de-arm us. Just like…Weapon X.”

Logan slowly looked at Hank with reluctance flashing in his eyes, and it wasn’t exclusive to just Logan.

“Back there the difference didn’t just come through the pain. It came through the weapons. Each and every attempt more deprived than the last; drowning someone in Adamantium wasn’t the only trick up their sleeves. Just like we do, expect we don’t drown ppl we train them to, at some point in their lives, attempt to do that to someone else. That’s fucked up.”

A shiver shot through him, making him shake for a moment, before he continued.

“And I know that comparison is insane. Chuck could never train us to do something like that, we knew him. We knew the situation, yet now we don’t. It’s arguably worse out there now than it ever was before, especially after Gensoha. Now though…I don’t think it’s just the world that got worse, we did.”

Staring back at him again, this time not leaning on the desk…

“So when Emma told me you were thinking of taking that cure, of turning your back on it all…I flipped. Because it was another change to now, not just a situation, but a person I knew. More shake ups to make this place less like home. Into a cold, and heartless safe heaven for mutants. I…I’m just pissed off.”

He turned his head from Hank again, and mumbled…

“And scared of what we’re becoming.”

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The door opening hadn’t fazed Logan, not in the slightest. In some way he knew this would happen eventually, Hank wasn’t the one to hold grudges—thankfully. Although, this time Logan could see the desire to was eating away at him. His face, upon Logan’s entry, held that truth.

Forgot how cold Hank’s lab could be.

Turning around to meet the comment from the azure animal before him; he froze. While, yes, he did expect that door to go down as some point, but he hadn’t expected Hank to desire a upfront apology. That mere fact had stunned him, for a brief moment, until he dug deeper. Despite Hank’s tired expression, his breathing was unsteady and rigid. His eyes occasionally twitched violently, his fist were clenched stopping any attempt of brutality to re-surface, and lastly his fur stood tall like spikes awaiting their next target.

He was dangerously close to tearing him apart.

“Yeah I do have an apology for you. As I stated out there, I haven’t been fair to anyone on this team. Everyone has their own things going on, and this cure didn’t help it. I should’ve taken my complaints else where, and I’m sorry.”

…

…

…

…nothing.

Hank remained unfazed by his apology, In fact he seemed bored by it. Like he was expecting something.

Yep…no originality

Without realizing a sigh left him and he looked behind him before letting himself lean on a desk. One thing that he knew about McCoy was that he was always interested in was what presented, but even more invested in the why. He’s observant  like that. Always digging his nose where, even though he’d disagree, it belonged. Jean, goodness him, might have had the heart of the team, but he often had the soul. And even though it looked like he could throw him half across the room he need to know…why.

And as his eyes planted themselves on the ground…he spoke.

“I know…we don’t say it. Hell we don’t even look like we care about it, but ever since Chuck left things have been different.” He took a deep breath, relieving the blockade this name always caused him.

“Jean…after she died things really did change. The mansion changed, our uniforms changed, but most importantly we changed. I hate change, not because it’s not needed, but how it happens.”

Hank narrowed his eyes as to what he might be referring to.

“We stopped being family, and started being military. Armed at all times, and no one is here to de-arm us. Just like…Weapon X.”

Logan slowly looked at Hank with reluctance flashing in his eyes, and it wasn’t exclusive to just Logan.

“Back there the difference didn’t just come through the pain. It came through the weapons. Each and every attempt more deprived than the last; drowning someone in Adamantium wasn’t the only trick up their sleeves. Just like we do, expect we don’t drown ppl we train them to, at some point in their lives, attempt to do that to someone else. That’s fucked up.”

A shiver shot through him, making him shake for a moment, before he continued.

“And I know that comparison is insane. Chuck could never train us to do something like that, we knew him. We knew the situation, yet now we don’t. It’s arguably worse out there now than it ever was before, especially after Gensoha. Now though…I don’t think it’s just the world that got worse, we did.”

Staring back at him again, this time not leaning on the desk…

“So when Emma told me you were thinking of taking that cure, of turning your back on it all…I flipped. Because it was another change to now, not just a situation, but a person I knew. More shake ups to make this place less like home. Into a cold, and heartless safe heaven for mutants. I…I’m just pissed off.”

He turned his head from Hank again, and mumbled…

“And scared of what we’re becoming.”

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The door opening hadn’t fazed Logan, not in the slightest. In some way he knew this would happen eventually, Hank wasn’t the one to hold grudges—thankfully. Although, this time Logan could see the desire to was eating away at him. His face, upon Logan’s entry, held that truth.

Forgot how cold Hank’s lab could be.

Turning around to meet the comment from the azure animal before him; he froze. While, yes, he did expect that door to go down as some point, but he hadn’t expected Hank to desire a upfront apology. That mere fact had stunned him, for a brief moment, until he dug deeper. Despite Hank’s tired expression, his breathing was unsteady and rigid. His eyes occasionally twitched violently, his fist were clenched stopping any attempt of brutality to re-surface, and lastly his fur stood tall like spikes awaiting their next target.

He was dangerously close to tearing him apart.

“Yeah I do have an apology for you. As I stated out there, I haven’t been fair to anyone on this team. Everyone has their own things going on, and this cure didn’t help it. I should’ve taken my complaints else where, and I’m sorry.”

…

…

…

…nothing.

Hank remained unfazed by his apology, In fact he seemed bored by it. Like he was expecting something.

Yep…no originality

Without realizing a sigh left him and he looked behind him before letting himself lean on a desk. One thing that he knew about McCoy was that he was always interested in was what presented, but even more invested in the why. He’s observant  like that. Always digging his nose where, even though he’d disagree, it belonged. Jean, goodness him, might have had the heart of the team, but he often had the soul. And even though it looked like he could throw him half across the room he need to know…why.

And as his eyes planted themselves on the ground…he spoke.

“I know…we don’t say it. Hell we don’t even look like we care about it, but ever since Chuck left things have been different.” He took a deep breath, relieving the blockade this name always caused him.

“Jean…after she died things really did change. The mansion changed, our uniforms changed, but most importantly we changed. I hate change, not because it’s not needed, but how it happens.”

Hank narrowed his eyes as to what he might be referring to.

“We stopped being family, and started being military. Armed at all times, and no one is here to de-arm us. Just like…Weapon X.”

Logan slowly looked at Hank with reluctance flashing in his eyes, and it wasn’t exclusive to just Logan.

“Back there the difference didn’t just come through the pain. It came through the weapons. Each and every attempt more deprived than the last; drowning someone in Adamantium wasn’t the only trick up their sleeves. Just like we do, expect we don’t drown ppl we train them to, at some point in their lives, attempt to do that to someone else. That’s fucked up.”

A shiver shot through him, making him shake for a moment, before he continued.

“And I know that comparison is insane. Chuck could never train us to do something like that, we knew him. We knew the situation, yet now we don’t. It’s arguably worse out there now than it ever was before, especially after Gensoha. Now though…I don’t think it’s just the world that got worse, we did.”

Staring back at him again, this time not leaning on the desk…

“So when Emma told me you were thinking of taking that cure, of turning your back on it all…I flipped. Because it was another change to now, not just a situation, but a person I knew. More shake ups to make this place less like home. Into a cold, and heartless safe heaven for mutants. I…I’m just pissed off.”

He turned his head from Hank again, and mumbled…

“And scared of what we’re becoming.”

Compelling reason huh, yet you suck up to Scott’s leadership like anyone else when it’s convenient because that who we hide behind now his ‘leadership’ which isn’t even—

NO!

Logan sighed then lifted his head to gaze at the camera that was currently staring him down. Lately, he had been so concerned with Scott that he didn’t even notice what everyone else was doing—he was blinded by pissing everyone off and fighting.

Look at where that got him.

A fight he didn’t want in an attempt to doing something right…or so he thought.

This Camera, which in the past only served as collateral damage to him, now only confirmed his blindness…what he couldn’t right in front of him. And another cage Hank built for himself in his tributed to him. Another drug to keep himself…sedated. While siting in his lab awaiting anyone who dared see him not sedated.

Well—not keep him waiting any longer…

“Because despite being a stubborn fu—idiot..I can realize my mistakes. I haven’t been fair to everyone on this team, and in trying to adapt to everything I only made things harder for everyone including you. Not thinking that could be right in your defense, because I was stupid to think that it was just you being weak. I was wrong—you were right. So…I am came here to apologize.”

Silence

Logan shock his head, he knew this wouldn’t amount or anything. He could only imagine the eye roll Hank was giving him at his lackluster apology. Nothing original and certainly something he already predicted he’d say.

Didn’t even sound the least bit convincing honestly

He’s…never been good at words. Not his style. He’s always been an action first and words second type of guy.

So after hearing nothing for a couple of minutes he left…

…and grabbed a chair placing it right outside the door and into the camera line of sight. He sat down and looked at the door that separated them. If he couldn’t reason with words then he’s just use action.

No fighting.

No arguing.

And certainly no babying.

Just resolve and silence.

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Well I don’t want you to think differently about me, but I do just want this to be for your eyes only right now. Especially since this does pertain to you an awful lot. So anyways here’s the big reveal…

…I’m doing an X-Men book. Well more like research for the X-Men book. And Hank McCoy makes a big time play in the story. With an OC. It’s going to be a trilogy.

This whole time I’ve been asking you questions regarding Hank is because I want to learn more about the character so I can write him more effectively and different compared to other people. I’ve been invested into this character from the recent era because his turn to villainy always felt thematically indifferent to everyone’s else’s villain moment. Then I thought, ‘why does this feel like a volcano just erupted yet all I see are blue skies surrounding him,’ and so I went digging and yeah…I’m invested into this character. I know it’s probably a weird time to be invested in a character who’s written badly by many people’s standards but seeing the flaws of a character maybe isn’t just bad writing…maybe they are just an extension of the characters mental psyche? Who knows! But that’s what makes it fun!!!

Anyway, I don’t want to spoil you on anything that happens in the first book. I don’t even know my self honestly. But! To get your mind spinning…

…For someone as emotionally depth as Hank is, what body language do you think he would display if he was emotionally scarred? Or scared? Body language that to some people might seem weird or down right creepy?

Anyway, thanks for reading this. I’ve been departing wether or not to tell you, but the more I’ve read your post I can’t really think of anyone else who I could share this with…unless you have other people? Hopefully this explains why I’ve asked you questions about Hank and why I want to explore this character. Have a nice night!



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@positivelybeastly two questions for you.

1: do you have discord?

2: (I really don’t wanna sound annoying or clingy. Are you currently busy? I just want to know so I can keep my expectations in check when it comes to your schedule.)

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Compelling reason huh, yet you suck up to Scott’s leadership like anyone else when it’s convenient because that who we hide behind now his ‘leadership’ which isn’t even—

NO!

Logan sighed then lifted his head to gaze at the camera that was currently staring him down. Lately, he had been so concerned with Scott that he didn’t even notice what everyone else was doing—he was blinded by pissing everyone off and fighting.

Look at where that got him.

A fight he didn’t want in an attempt to doing something right…or so he thought.

This Camera, which in the past only served as collateral damage to him, now only confirmed his blindness…what he couldn’t right in front of him. And another cage Hank built for himself in his tributed to him. Another drug to keep himself…sedated. While siting in his lab awaiting anyone who dared see him not sedated.

Well—not keep him waiting any longer…

“Because despite being a stubborn fu—idiot..I can realize my mistakes. I haven’t been fair to everyone on this team, and in trying to adapt to everything I only made things harder for everyone including you. Not thinking that could be right in your defense, because I was stupid to think that it was just you being weak. I was wrong—you were right. So…I am came here to apologize.”

Silence

Logan shock his head, he knew this wouldn’t amount or anything. He could only imagine the eye roll Hank was giving him at his lackluster apology. Nothing original and certainly something he already predicted he’d say.

Didn’t even sound the least bit convincing honestly

He’s…never been good at words. Not his style. He’s always been an action first and words second type of guy.

So after hearing nothing for a couple of minutes he left…

…and grabbed a chair placing it right outside the door and into the camera line of sight. He sat down and looked at the door that separated them. If he couldn’t reason with words then he’s just use action.

No fighting.

No arguing.

And certainly no babying.

Just resolve and silence.

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Damn it…had he really just done that?

His warm hand caressed his weary old face attempting to reassure the slowly growing voice that echoed through his mind.

Could’ve handled that better…much better.

Maybe without the embarrassment of the students…or being babied by Emma and Scott. Yet, while none of that truly got under his skin, one thing did…McCoy.

Logan understood Hank sentiments, he understood his confusion, and yet he forced him to retreat to his only safe haven. His lab.

The very same lab they had only fought just hours before. The same lab that housed the best of Hank. The same that kept the human side in control.

So now through guilt ridden resolve, which is a common occurrence at this point, he stands outside foolishly attempting to fix his many mistakes, at least he’s not dying this time.

“Don’t let me regret this.” Logan sighed.

*knock* *knock*.

“McCoy…it’s Logan. I wanna talk.”

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@positivelybeastly the rping ball is now is your court.

Damn it…had he really just done that?

His warm hand caressed his weary old face attempting to reassure the slowly growing voice that echoed through his mind.

Could’ve handled that better…much better.

Maybe without the embarrassment of the students…or being babied by Emma and Scott. Yet, while none of that truly got under his skin, one thing did…McCoy.

Logan understood Hank sentiments, he understood his confusion, and yet he forced him to retreat to his only safe haven. His lab.

The very same lab they had only fought just hours before. The same lab that housed the best of Hank. The same that kept the human side in control.

So now through guilt ridden resolve, which is a common occurrence at this point, he stands outside foolishly attempting to fix his many mistakes, at least he’s not dying this time.

“Don’t let me regret this.” Logan sighed.

*knock* *knock*.

“McCoy…it’s Logan. I wanna talk.”