Running on Empty

[canadianwildboy]

Between the tension in the mansion, the mutant cure that was forcibly injected into his body by his own teammate (even if it was the only way to keep him from going berserker), and situations that maybe were best forgotten, Logan did was he always did - he set himself on roam and took off for time away to clear his head.

Tension would always be

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[marvel_citizens]

No one save a strung-out mugger.

Even without Wolverine's super-senses, it wouldn't be difficult to smell the man's sweat pouring off of him. His hand shakes as he holds the switchblade as he ducks out of the alley in front of Logan.

"Hand it over, man," he shudders.

[canadianwildboy]

Looks like he'll need to work on exuding that sense of menace some more. Time was even a junkie would have a basic sense of survival enough to give him a wide berth.

"Walk away," he advises in an even tone of voice. "Ya don't want what I got."

[marvel_citizens]

"Give it over, man! Now!" He gives a threatening swing.

[canadianwildboy]

Logan shifts back a half step to give himself room to swing and releases a set of claws with a muffled clatter under his skin. The blades catch the meager street light. "Which one ya want? Don't be shy."

[redheadspy]

One of the best things about New York is that a person can get a meal or takeout at anytime of the day.

Tasha was on her way back to Matt's after monitoring duties at the Avenger's Mansion. Beer and pizza were on the menu at the current time of the night. She'd prefer vodka, but she settled for beer.

She yawned before taking a long pull from the bottle of beer. She had volunteered for night time monitoring duties and had even taken a few shifts for others. Sleep had been plagued by nightmares and if she had to be awake, she could be doing something.

It was probably better that she was not at Matt's at night. She'd wake him and if anyone needed sleep more than she did, it was Matt. Not to mention he'd ask about the nightmares and she didn't want to get into it. Instead she worked nights and slipped into bed next to Matt an hour or two before he had to be awake for work.

She met him for dinner and then it was time for work. Normal was easy to play for a few hours. So far it was working.

[canadianwildboy]

The smell of beer, tomato sauce and sausage pours out of the little restaurant just off Broadway. Twenty four hours of beer, pizza and burgers, cooked anyway you wanted and served with a smirk if it was three in the morning. Which it wasn't anymore. His delays mean the beer with his name on it is getting lonelier by the second.

He doesn't glance around at the other late nighters as he takes a booth in the corner. Eye contact is not what he's in the mood for. Before he has a chance to check the menu, the waiter is there with a beer in each hand. Yeah, they remember him from his last one hundred visits.

[redheadspy]

It was habit really. Every time the door was opened Natasha had to look. Old habits died hard, old spies even harder.

Her eyes lingered on the person now entering. Usually a quick glance and she went back to focusing on her pizza and beer. A smile stretched her face when she saw this man.

Strange he didn't notice her, though the shadows she sat in did serve to conceal her a bit. Spies were known for blending in, but there was no getting around his nose. Maybe the smell of baking pizza and cold beer masked hers.

She watched him take a table, back to her and facing the door. She smiled a little more. Once a spy, always a spy.

She slowly stood up and sauntered over to his table.

"Can I buy you a round or two?"

[canadianwildboy]

"Depends, darlin'," Logan drawls as he looks up at his favorite Russian redhead towering over him. "How many rounds ahead are ya?"

[genequeen]

Madelyne is passing Logan's apartment on her way to where she's staying currently. It wasn't on purpose that she passed her, well at least not conciously, so. The redheaded woman looks up at the building for a moment on her way past it, early in the morning.

A long walk after a sleep filled with nightmares.

Good thing she doesn't have a job.

[canadianwildboy]

It's looking like he's going run into everyone he knows before his head hits the pillow tonight. Or this morning. Dawn can't be that far away. The sky already seems lighter in the East.

He's still comfortably filled with beer and conversation with Tasha, mellow in a way that can only be found in the hours before dawn. Not that he sees too many of them in the city. Alarm clocks have a life span of four seconds in his bedroom.

"Lookin' for somebody?" he asks as he emerges from the darker shadows surrounding the building. Just for the hell of it, he looks up to see if anybody would be dropping in on them.

[genequeen]

Madelyne looks toward Logan, a small smile appearing on her lips before she wipes it away. "Not specifically but it is good to see you." She steps in closer to him, though not too close to be uncomfortable.

"The nightmares...."

[canadianwildboy]

"You been out all night, Maddy?" he asks more gently than he intends. It's been a long night for him as well.