A good excuse to be a bad influence

[mc2hudsonlogan]

Hudson leaned against his motorcycle, the nearly prehistoric Indian Dispatch he had inherited from one of his mother's old boyfriends when he'd run off an never come back, and he studied the outside of Midtown High from across the street.

Bo-ring.

He wouldn't have even been there if it weren't for the fact that he was supposed to do something

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[mc2hudsonlogan]

"I am on the straight and narrow, kid," Hudson reminded Allison with a small smirk as he forked over the cash and tucked the wallet away. "The Avengers are one hell of a cushie gig, lemme tell you. Free room and board, plus the weekly paycheck, and I ain't wondering when I'm gonna have to run from the law, since I kinda am."

[lilelectro]

"Do they really pay that much?"

The thought of it almost, really almost, made her rethink her stance on becoming a superhero. You know, if she wouldn't feel like dirt for kicking the the crap out of people just trying to make a living.

[mc2hudsonlogan]

"I've had other gigs that payed better," Hudson admitted, "but that kinda stuff is few and far between, and then you're always wondering when it's all gonna blow up in your face. An I mean that in the most literal sense possible. Best pay generally comes from government work, but everything's got it's draw backs."

[lilelectro]

"But don't they ever give you trouble because you used to be a bad guy? That J2 guy seemed really smug."

[mc2hudsonlogan]

"Eh, I usually get more crap from people because of who my father is," Hudson said with a shrug. "They gave me a hard time for a little while, then they got over it."

Mostly.

No need to bring up Stinger, after all.

"Hell, half the Avengers have been super villians at some time."

[lilelectro]

"I didn't know that." Allison said, somewhat surprised. "I thought they were made up of holier then thee goodie two shoes."

[mc2hudsonlogan]

Hudson snorted. "It's all just the kinda image they wanna project. With other heroes, they don't even do a good job of that. Least, that's what I've heard, anyway."

The milkshakes appeared almost as if by magic between Hudson and the girl, looking tall and thick enough to eat with a spoon. He gestured for her to take one and began trying to suck up the other one with the straw provided.

[lilelectro]

"I get the world saving and all. I wouldn't want to see the world taken over by some dictator, or space aliens or whatever. But why do they make such a big deal out of someone robbing a bank or a store anyway? It's not like insurrance doesn't pay it back.

[mc2hudsonlogan]

Hudson shrugged again. "Because sometimes they don't have enough insurance, and sometimes folks get hurt, and there are guys who keep stuff that's important to them in those vaults, stuff that can't be replaced with money. Besides, I told ya, there's no money in robbing banks."

[lilelectro]

"It's still stupid."

Allison tried to look around without being too obvious about it. It was clear that this place was pretty popular amongst mutants. There was a family sitting next to them, all three kids had beaks instead of mouths and noses.

[mc2hudsonlogan]

"Life's rough," Hudson replied. "Anyway, unless you want CPS yankin' you outta your dad's place so fast you're head would spin, you gotta keep your nose clean. You got a lawyer who's a damn miracle worker, getting them to let you stay with him in the first place. Even if he does kinda smell."

[lilelectro]

"He's stupid." But for some reason Allison still trusted him. "But so far he seems to be alright." Which was probably the biggest compliment she could give to someone who wasn't her dad.

[mc2hudsonlogan]

"Never underestimate the importance of having a good lawyer."

The food arrived, finally, and Hudson's stomach reminded him pointedly that breakfask had been some time ago.

[lilelectro]

Allison quickly dug in. She was still feeling a bit sick from the meds she'd been injected with. But she pushed through it. For a moment she thought that the sound of a siren in the background was just her head ringing, but then she realized it was coming from outside.

[mc2hudsonlogan]

Hudson's ears actually twitched, and he went very still for a moment before raising his head, turning it in the direction of the sirens. His hair was standing on end.

He growled low in his throat, and one of the patrons in the next booth moved away unconciously, the way you might shy away from a large dog without even thinking about it.

He may have been an Avenger now, but he didn't like sirens. Especially not ones that were so clearly coming in his general direction.