Marvel: My Way's Journal

Bitter? Me? Nah.
"Fix the Blackbird, Forge...stop staring at Storm, Forge...Forge, I just wrecked the Danger Room again, make it better so I can do it all over again..."

The slim, pale man picking up debris and detritus in the Danger Room is mostly unremarkable. Sure, the mechanical right leg and hand are unusual, but nothing about him screams "mutant" right off the bat.

"And then to make things even better, he blames me for not making the program 'challenging enough' when he wrecks the room! Like it's my fault he's a better fighter than the rest of the damn team put together! Does he ever stop to consider the fact that this stuff takes raw materials? That the whole thing runs off one power supply, and if I amp up the power too much it'll short out the whole thing?! Computer software has its limits, even AI...if I made this place as smart as he wants it to be, I can't guarantee that it wouldn't just come alive and try to kill us all!!"

A disgusted grunt as he carries the bag of broken mechanical parts to a receptacle at the far end of the room and dumps them in. There's a bright yellow flash of light, and the container is completely empty.

"OK, that's the raw materials recycled...now all I have to do is reset the room from the control console and..."

As he turns back, he blinks in surprise. The laser turrets...all broken when he'd turned his back...are back in pure, pristine condition. Looking up at the control console, he squints, trying to make out someone up there.

Is that Hank up there? Or did Logan finally hire some outside help? Either way, nice of them to hit that button for me...

He tabs the intercom by the exit door, curious to know who his mysterious assistant is.

"Hello?"

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