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David pulled his jacket on a little closer as he walked through the small town he had taken residence in. He usually would be in New York city in his luxury flat, but the last year he left without a trace, left his phone, and any means of contact to his mercenary work. He wandered for a few months till he found a small town in Canada that was peaceful and the people all knew each other. He kept his head down and lived there, making small talk with adults or just a nod if someone wished him a good day. The town thought he was a funny character. Never talked, never smiled, and on top of that, he moved here alone. This whole town was all family based. Wives, husbands, children, grandparents. But he had come alone, and had no interest in finding a family either when approached by young women in the town.

He avoided them. He rather not fake a smile, nor open his mouth and waste his strength on a good morning or good night. He walked down the street with his groceries and unlocked the door to a small house at the end of a street. He swept in the door and locked it behind him. The house was old and worn. The floor boards were cracking and coming up in spots. His windows were dirty and the blinds were always closed. Of course the cleanliness wasn’t any better in the house. Beer bottles and other alcohol bottles lay around the floor and littered the coffee table propped by the ratty couch. On the west wall was an entire collection of fire arms. Everything in a sharpshooter’s wildest dreams was on that wall. All of them had dust caked on them, not having been touched since being put up. He passively looked around the room and didn’t bother turning on the light as he shuffled to the kitchen.

It wasn’t in any better shape than his living room. More bottles littered every inch of the place. Empty packs of cigarettes and old cigar wrappers sat on the kitchen table. He put his stuff away and swept the empty cartridges of cigarettes on the floor before opening a new bottle of scotch he bought earlier. He closed his eyes and focused on just drowning it out. All of it. He didn’t bother grabbing a glass as he leaned his head back and took a long chug. After a while of this, on his fifth bottle, he felt the familiar fuzzy feeling of drunkenness swell the back of his head. Blurring his vision before it cleared and disappeared. That’s the trouble with a healing factor, no amount of alcohol can erase what happened like a normal human. He rubbed his face and cursed in Japanese.

The Blackbird soared silently into the night as the X-Men all waited for them to land. “The professor said he sensed something? Another mutant? He said it was like a distress call. Their in pain.” Scott frowned as he clicked a few buttons at the controls.

“Aren’t we all?” Rogue rolled her eyes.

“We’ll help as much as we can.” Storm noted, giving Rogue a look. They slowly landed in a small wooded area and all got out. “He said that it was at this address.” She pulled out a piece of paper. “Maybe a kid is being abused by the parents? Or the guardian?”

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“Just like the war games.” Victor smirked as he rested his head back on the van as it rocked when they drove along. He eyed the other soldiers in the van and his younger brother. The soldiers all had their hands on their guns, watching them with such tension, he could cut it with his claws, after he made it beg of course. He moved to take a drink of his canteen and the soldiers tensed, their fingers wanting to tap those triggers so bad. Victor could smell the fear, see the sweat rolling down their necks as they tried to act like they had accepted the mutants. He smirked and slowly took the canteen before drinking.

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“Sophie!” He grabbed the young girl before a bus hit her. “Stay close ta me, you’re gonna get yourself killed if ya wander off.” He looked begrudgingly around the busy city and wished fro the sounds to just shut up. All the noise, it made him go nuts. It was too much. He must have looked a bit angry because his daughter pulled on his hand. 

“School’s this way, dum dum.” she smirked as she led him off. They slowly traveled to the school. It had been over 10 years since he had set foot anywhere near it. And he wasn’t prepared to go back, but it was hard to say no to his little devil. He looked at her as she was reading a map and mumbled to herself on where to go. He had insisted they just warp there with the magic they had left. But she wanted to walk, like a normal person. That kinda hurt. She always wanted to do things the normal way. He wasn’t sure how to handle that. He was use to his boys blowing up his bed for fun, or dropping a raccoon on him in the shower. THAT was normal to him. But...walk around New York with a map? Hide your mutant powers? He didn’t like that. He had learned to accept his powers pretty damn fast. Sophie? Not so much. She was having trouble. And that’s exactly why they were going to the school.

When they reached the front gates he stopped, frozen to the spot. She almost fell back, considering she was holding his hand and was yanked back. 

“Da?” She frowned. “You ok?”

“16 years.” He spoke softly staring at the school. He saw children running around on the grounds and all of them had their mutations out, loud and proud. He swallowed as she noticed his nervous behavior. 

“Da? You ain’t still nervous about the professor, right?” Sophie frowned.

“What?” He looked at her, frowning, his brow furrowing.

“Mom said the only mutant you were ever scared of was Xavier.”

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The pitter patter of feet ran through the small cabin as the high pitched giggle turned into an excited squeal. A small girl with curly brown hair and blue eyes ran through the cabin, dodging into the closests and under beds. A shadow swooped over her every once in a while which made her squeal more and run to hide. In a blink of an eye the shadow swooped down from the ceiling and grew till it was a slim woman. Her blue eyes matching the girl’s her smile soft and she grasped the girl around the waist, spinning them on the floor when she caught her. 

“Gotcha!” 

“No fair! You can’t fly all the time!” The girl giggled but snuggled contently with her mother. The woman pulled her in close, kissing her forehead. 

“You can’t hide from me, my little kitten. Mama will always find you.” She cradled her in her arms as the girl smiled. 

“Mama? Can we go play hide and catch outside today?” Her eyes lit up, full of wonder and excitement. 

“Fysiká, ypérocho.” (Of course, lovely.) Her mother smiled. “Go get your jacket first, Cora. The snow is chilly.” She watched as the girl quickly ran to get her jacket as she got up and stopped. Sensing something was off. She tensed and jumped a bit when Cora came back. 

“Mama?”

“Oh...sorry. Right...um stay close to me today. I don’t think we should play hide and catch. Is a walk ok?” She frowned. Cora noted her mother’s worried expression and understood something was wrong. She nodded. 

     ‘ well, well, well. ’   slowly the girl strides forward across the gravel drive, moving towards the very familiar looking motorbike.   ‘ nice of ya to drop by, logan. ’   rogue never held it against him that he liked to leave now and again but, sometimes, the school grew lonely when there was no one who understood her. plus, she was a little jealous at the freedom he had.

Do we even count as mutual when you spend all your time on reddit? @iamthewolverine You are ridiculous in the best way. You make me laugh, you make me smile, and you’ve always been supportive of me as a person! You don’t know much that means to me. You 100% put your all into everything you do.

I’m fairly certain you’re the first friend I made exclusively in the GoT/ASOIAF fandom and you surprisingly indulged all my unusual ships (Arya/Trystane is wholesome). You’re a skilled writer and an incredible person. You have an unique sense of humour but nonetheless a great one. Not to mention Hodor is an adorable dog (though Millie is still cuter). You’re an absolute top lad - even if I am constantly explaining slang to you.