Re: Cable and Bobby
A time-hardened soldier who even without mutant abilities could see on multiple visible spectra, even in thought or busywork, he was still aware of his battlefield. and the world was his battlefield. The dark didn't limit him, and he could still hear the crunch of footsteps on snow, the idiot humming some sort of music getting closer in time.
But Bobby Drake, the uncle nearly a third of his age, wasn't exactly trying to sneak up on him. He put the small device into one of his many pouches that he had picked up along the way and never worked out of his character design wardrobe. It was obvious and artful though graceless acrobatics, but even so, anyone could tell Bobby had a lifetime of training he wasn't bothering to use. But despite the obvious and mimed threat, Cable had grown up hearing stories and idolizing these men and women. He wasn't threatened.
But in the moment of incredulous resignation and infinite impatience when the Nerf bullet bounced off his forehead, it was easy to see that he was his father's son. Cable locked his gaze across the clearing towards the tree that was barely shielding the original X-man as if to ask if he was done yet?
Because as soon as Cable reached for the nerf weapon setting behind the log he was sitting on, Bobby was finished.