OOC | second dream.
Wolverine is sitting with his feet propped up on a table. He's digging into a carton of brownish noodles with a pair of chopsticks. The cardboard is hot and wet in his hand. He can taste ginger and and chicken and green vegetables. There are seven other people in the large, well-lit room besides him: four men, two women and a baby. One of the women -- dark-haired, her legs drawn up under her body, lotus style, on the couch -- is talking.
" -- so this guy turns to me and says -- and he's all, you know, burned and stuff, from the fire -- and he just looks at me and he says: Spider-Girl, right?"
General laughter. One of the men -- the kid, Wolverine thinks -- snorts. He's wearing an intricately patterned suit of red and blue. His mask is pulled up above his nose and mouth so he can eat. The woman telling the story narrows her eyes.
"This is your fault, you know," she tells him, jabbing a chopstick in his direction.
"You chose the name, Jess," a tall blond man points out from across the room. He's got his arms crossed over the white star emblazoned on his broad chest. Behind him, a view of a city skyline and the night sky stretches across the wall-length windows.
"Yeah," the kid agrees, "you could've chosen something like -- I don't know -- "
"Static Woman," suggests the guy sitting next to him. The baby in his arms makes a pleased noise, and he grins down at her.
"One vote for Static Woman." This from the dark-haired man sitting opposite Wolverine. He taps his fingers thoughtfully against the arm of his chair, then adds: "make that two."
"Three," Wolverine grunts, reaching for his beer. For the first time, part of him -- the part which died in a fire in a giant tree, hundreds of universes away -- realizes that he's wearing a suit like the kid's, only his is gold and dark blue. It feels natural, wearing it, like it's a second skin.
"Four," adds the man with the baby. The woman sitting on his other side grins.
"Five," she says, leaning over to wipe the baby's chin with her thumb.
"Six." The blond guy. "Sorry, Jess."
Jess sighs. "I hate you all."
[Dream text taken from implied events occurring during the first run of The New Avengers.]
" -- so this guy turns to me and says -- and he's all, you know, burned and stuff, from the fire -- and he just looks at me and he says: Spider-Girl, right?"
General laughter. One of the men -- the kid, Wolverine thinks -- snorts. He's wearing an intricately patterned suit of red and blue. His mask is pulled up above his nose and mouth so he can eat. The woman telling the story narrows her eyes.
"This is your fault, you know," she tells him, jabbing a chopstick in his direction.
"You chose the name, Jess," a tall blond man points out from across the room. He's got his arms crossed over the white star emblazoned on his broad chest. Behind him, a view of a city skyline and the night sky stretches across the wall-length windows.
"Yeah," the kid agrees, "you could've chosen something like -- I don't know -- "
"Static Woman," suggests the guy sitting next to him. The baby in his arms makes a pleased noise, and he grins down at her.
"One vote for Static Woman." This from the dark-haired man sitting opposite Wolverine. He taps his fingers thoughtfully against the arm of his chair, then adds: "make that two."
"Three," Wolverine grunts, reaching for his beer. For the first time, part of him -- the part which died in a fire in a giant tree, hundreds of universes away -- realizes that he's wearing a suit like the kid's, only his is gold and dark blue. It feels natural, wearing it, like it's a second skin.
"Four," adds the man with the baby. The woman sitting on his other side grins.
"Five," she says, leaning over to wipe the baby's chin with her thumb.
"Six." The blond guy. "Sorry, Jess."
Jess sighs. "I hate you all."
[Dream text taken from implied events occurring during the first run of The New Avengers.]