The journey back from wherever the hell they'd been was pretty tense. Between the numerous burns, the bullet wounds, broken bones and lingering threat of smoke inhalation, the group weren't really in the chatty mood
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Nicky had heard that the men were back from the mission and had headed off to find them. He heard talk along the way that things had gone bad but he wasn't too worried. He knew his dad would come back nothing could take him out as far as Nicky was concerned. He was concerned about Jack the mutant hunter was a kind of friend and he seemed to get banged up a lot. He stepped in and looked around eyes taking in everything.
Jack heard the soft padding of someone's feet. He opened up his good eye, subtly fingering the gun that was by his side. Seeing Nicky there, he tried a smile that didn't quite work. He removed the oxygen mask long enough to rasp out, "Hey kiddo." He looked like shit and knew it. Hell, he hadn't even bothered to wash off the blood, smoke, or other various grime coating him.
Nicky moved in to stand at his side. He looked him over taking in his condition. He hated being near any medical equipment but this was for people he cared about. Nicky shook his head slowly,"You need to learn to duck or something Jack."
That made Jack laugh, a wheezy sort of noise. He propped himself up using his right arm. "I'll keep that in mind, next time I'm facing fireballs and claws." At least he had given it as good as he got.
"You shouldn't sit up like that. You need to rest right?" He edged closer to the bed slowly reaching out to touch his shoulder. "Claws? What happened?"
Nicky was now worried about what had happened to his father out there if he might have attacked Jack.
"Heh. I'm fine." He flinched just a bit as Nicky touched his shoulder, an automatic reaction. But he didn't move the boy's clawed hand away, looking like a miniature version of Victor's.
"Me and your father got into a little scrape." Little meaning 'I shot him twice and he slashed my arm while the burning building was coming down around us.' "But don't worry. We're both still breathing."
"I figured his was but I'm glad you are too. How bad are you hurt? Was he healing ok?" Nicky moved his hand away just bracing himself on the bed instead. He wasn't sure if he'd touched and injury or if it was just that he and Victor had similar hands and the two men had just had a fight.
Jack gestured casually with his unburnt hand. "Oh, burned, clawed, and inhaled a shitload of smoke, but I've been through worse and lived. And lucky bastard was healed up fine, last I saw." He noticed Nicky removing his hand, but didn't mention it. He would never grow used to a mutant's touch, not as long as he lived.
"You must be really lucky Jack,"Nicky didn't believe in God or in any kind of religion really. One thing though that had stuck with him was Jason's belief that there were guardian angels of some kind that might watch over a person. Of course he was sure Jason didn't really believe it anymore but that it was something left over from his life before.
"Always have been. I'd be long dead right now if I wasn't." Being a hunter was one part tracking and fighting, one part detective work and getting to know your prey, and a whole lot of luck. Jack seemed to have a ridiculous amount, but when you were an ordinary man taking down the extraordinary, you needed all the help you could get.
"I'm glad you're going to be ok Jack." Nicky gave him a smile. He was glad it was an odd friendship but the boy really did see Jack as a friend. He looked around the room before looking back at the hunter.
Jack blinked a little in surprise, but covered it up with his usual sarcasm. "Well, statistically, I suppose somebody has to." Even so, he gave the kid a small smile.
He nodded looked down relaxing a little. So far it looked like things were going to be ok. Jack had said that his dad was healing so he wasn't too worried.
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Nicky was now worried about what had happened to his father out there if he might have attacked Jack.
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"Me and your father got into a little scrape." Little meaning 'I shot him twice and he slashed my arm while the burning building was coming down around us.' "But don't worry. We're both still breathing."
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