<div class="floatleft">(https://www.indiewire.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/10wrp4zrhzcnjka7dklcxz6ebhd.jpg?w=780)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: The Wolverine<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Logan Howlett<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Bedroom/ Ready Room<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2019) - 12: 35 AM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Storm (directly) every one else in the ready room<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.bobstores.com/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-vestis-master-catalog/default/dw03732ccb/product/images/2037/319/2037319/2037319_001_main.jpg)</div></div><br/>Storm…<br/><br/>Ororo Monroe, the literal storm goddess who’d somehow despite his insistence it was impossible broken the barriers around his soul and his heart. The Storm he knew had never been his, she’d always belonged to T’Challa and leader of Wakanda. There was always something there though… and right before the fall he thought it might have led to something more.<br/><br/>Then he’d sunk his blades through her stomach….<br/><br/>He blinked his hands trembling as she said his name. He repeated his mantra curling and uncurling his fingers as he tried to ignore the panic setting in. He was no stranger to PTSD, he and his brother served in enough wars to know what it looked like. This went beyond this, less PTSD and more his body being out of sync with where and when he was. This was his new reality and his mind struggled to accept it, struggled to accept the second chance. Most of the nights he prowled the school, hunting for invisible enemies. He was over protective, most of all to her as that old love surfaced.<br/><br/>He tried not to see her that way. She was not his Oro after all. Trying was impossible though when she looked just like her and acted like her as well. She was his anchor to this team, the reason he kept sticking around when his itch to leave surfaced.<br/><br/>He brought himself back to reality as she began speaking of the mission. “I heard your voice over the intercom.” He said blinking as he realized she was touching him. When had THAT happened?! “I’m not sure I’d be any use training people at this point but I’ll go if you ask me to.” He’d do anything she asked him to… though he was to stubborn to tell her that.<br/><br/>“There’s nothing more to say.” Logan said with a shake shake of his head. He wanted to talk to her, and that might have even appeared in his eyes before it flitted away and his dark eyes were back. “I’m here, here to help Oro and I’d like to focus on that. You want to have feeling time you got to bring the good stuff anyways.” He told her with a laugh.<br/><br/>The door swished open and Scott came in. He rolled his eyes his arms folding as he took in… whatever Scott was to him. Boy was that a complicated beast to try and wrestle. The Scott he knew was once his enemy, then his teammate, and finally his best friend. That road had been LONG and hard though…. Both sides hadn’t made it easy. This Scott reminded him so much of the younger personality of his Scott. Which…. Was largely when they’d been enemies.<br/><br/>And here they were again…<br/><br/>“I don’t know why we need all these people.” Logan said with another roll of his eyes. “You wanna be discreet? Maybe we cut the number of people on this op to me and someone… nicer.” He said his eyes settling up on Oro.<br/><br/>“You and me Oro, me to take care of any trouble and you to be diplomatic.” His eyes landed on Scott again. “Scottie boy here can worry about training the new kids I mean-“<br/><br/>He blinked realizing what Scott was saying to the kids. “Wait a second… did you? Did you give them homework for this mission?!” He asked with a laugh. “Oh god you really are like my Scott bub… look at you playing detective.” He laughed shaking his head from side to side.<br/><br/>When that kid with the silly name Shatterstar began to relay his findings. Something, something about men in black and what not. Logan was honestly only half listening and when the man finished, he rose and gave him a slow sarcastic clap.<br/><br/>“I’m glad Mr. Detective gave you that scintillating and I’m sure super important mission.” Logan said with a smile. “If we’re done playing police I’d like to circle back to my previous point. Let me go in with someone and I’ll take care of. No need to turn it into one big clusterfuck.”<br/>