redeyesummers (redeyesummers) wrote in marvel_my_way, @ 2010-09-03 10:37:00 |
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Current mood: | overworked |
Entry tags: | masterwyngarde, redeyesummers |
Information OVERLOAD...(Anyone welcome!)
Logan strides out the door after making his report, leaving Scott Summers the unenviable task of trying NOT to have a nervous breakdown at barely 8:00 in the morning after this sudden influx of news.
A teenage male version of Storm...Sabretooth out of his cage and still getting off with nothing more than a slap on the wrist...Kurt injured...A shapeshifter I've never met before, who obviously blames me for something terrible that happened to him on his homeworld...I swear, all I need now is for Bishop or Cable to materialize in my study and tell me there's a brand new time-travel related threat to their future, and my morning will be complete.
He barks out a humorless, hysterical laugh, the sound of a man driven to the brink of hysteria by stress.
Come to think of it, time travel causes less headaches than this dimensional mash-up's been doing.
Trying his best to focus on his work and shut down the part of his brain that's already screaming for a vacation, Scott enters the new records into the computer, doing his best to remain neutral.
So, now we've got two Wolverines, and two Storms...at least telling them apart's going to be relatively easy. All I have to do is ask Logan to pop his claws and then I've got my answer, and if I can't tell the difference between Ororo and Uanaume, I might as well start calling myself Daredevil.
He leans back, closes his eyes, and massages the migraine building in his temples. He's always been prone to headaches, even before his powers manifested...usually letting off an optic blast could ease the pain, but Scott doesn't dare do that, not unless he's in the Danger Room or in an actual fight. Too much property damage, too much risk.
It's always too much risk, too much danger. I have to keep myself under control 24/7, and if it hurts to do so, tough.
He remembers his world's Logan cracking a joke to a group of students, their first day there..."If you want advanced self-pity, that's Professor Summers down the hall."
Sure, I brood a lot. Not fair to call me out on that when he's constantly running out on the team half-cocked. But then, life isn't fair either, he'd say.
Yup, today's certainly shaping up to be a winner in Scott's book.