Cable prided himself on guarding Janice at all times. It was his main priority, the one to end all other priorities; the only way he would possibly give her up to, say, go spend some time in an X-Men warehouse with certain mutants he had a small amount of trust for was if her life was in danger if she didn't ( Read more... )

Cable had not been absent these past few weeks, though it might have seemed that way. He had been on-island, listening to all the radio broadcasts, debriefing Zoe about what she knew, and poking around the machinery held within the island, hoping for a solution ( Read more... )

Wade had forcibly dragged Scott off to do radio. Nathan... expected it wouldn't end in bloodshed, and it seemed harmless. He had done his share of talking (or, knowing the two of them, not-talking) with Scott last night and the relative peace and quiet of a house with nothing more than a young child in it... was something ( Read more... )

Considering that they had a wee Messiah child living with them who was currently still on the shit list of a whole variety of people, Nathan had thought that staying away from the big guest picnics was probably a good idea. In theory, this was a very clever idea ( Read more... )

It had been Wade's birthday last week - but Nate hadn't exactly known the mercenary to be in the habit of celebrating it, so he'd let it pass on by ( Read more... )

Something was very, very wrong.

Nathan had sensed it as early as that morning, but he hadn't quite understood the severity of it. Now, a few hours later, he'd amped up the security system - the front of the place was starting to be littered with the bodies of dead radroaches - and he was busy gathering data on what the hell was going on ( Read more... )

It was a simple, boring, and utterly routine Sunday - which meant Cable was completely on guard, picking through reports and looking for any kind of anomalies. Usually it was the slow, boring days when danger struck, sure that they'd catch you complacent and sluggish ( Read more... )

The apartment above Wellspring Arms was... quiet. No Cable. No baby. Just an apartment, really. Maybe the TV was on. Maybe it wasn't. But not much in the ways of anything was going on.

Until the door opened. Revealing a large, hulking shadow, looming quietly in the doorway.

"Wade."

[[ for wade! ]]

Don't ask Cable who had the idea to get the SyFy original film about the giant spiders. He'd be hard-pressed to answer you, beyond pointing out that action movies were somewhat fun depictions of the life of a soldier with all of the realism stripped away ( Read more... )

Jan had been put to bed an hour ago; her sleeping patterns were more regular these days, and that meant they could make time for an oldfashioned movie night. Nate had a beer in hand and another few sitting in the fridge ( Read more... )