Long Road Home (the_wolverine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-02-22 20:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, carol danvers (captain marvel), logan howlett (wolverine) |
Who: Logan and Carol Danvers
What: Like father like daughter, Logan has an unfortunate meeting with poison fog
When: During the HG plot
Where: Somewhere out thre
Status: complete
Rating: Pg-13 for logan melting and spending a few minutes on the other side
Carol didn’t want to play superhero. She didn’t. It was bad enough in her dreams, going through the constant shit and dreaming through the ups and downs of superhero life just made Carol adamant that she wasn’t going to pick that up here. No. She had a job, she was happy, she wasn’t changing it all again just because she happened to develop super powers.
But Carol wasn’t the sort of woman who could sit back and watch if people were in need, which was a problem when it came to avoiding the superhero but there were limits of course. It wasn’t like she was out fighting super villains though, just trying to make sure that no one was out and in danger.
With her current super strength and her building blaster power -which she wasn’t calling it that, no, but that was basically what she was doing, Carol at least stood a better chance out in this chaos than some people.
The fun part had been slicing up monkeys. It gave Logan an outlet for the grief that roiled inside his head and his heart at losing Alyssa. And it meant helping people, which was exactly what Alyssa would have wanted. That didn't mean he really gave a damn for his safety, and was more reckless than usual. Today was a little quieter though, and there were less of those creatures to worry about. But he still suited up, climbed onto his motorcycle, and drove through the streets.
Streets that were too quiet. He smelled something in the air, something sharp and metallic, but also a little tangy. He slowed to a stop and looked around.
It wasn’t that surprising to see others out and about -some people were far more into the heroics thing, let’s face it. And with the insanity that happened around here, there was probably some kind of group that dealt with these ridiculous things happening.
Hearing the rumbling of the motorcycle, Carol stepped around the side of the building she’d been walking past, sure that it wasn’t something bad -those things couldn’t possibly know how to ride a bike after all, Carol frowned as she spotted Logan. Espeically since he seemed to be looking for something. “Okay there?”
Best not to startle the gruff Canadian.
It wasn't that Logan was into the heroics. Okay maybe he was. But this had been more his way of dealing with grief. Hurt things so that he stopped hurting, as long as those things were things that deserved it. If it helped people, great. That was perfect. He'd had Natasha in his ear the day before, directing him on where to go, but today, today he was on his own. At least that's what he thought.
He glanced up as Carol approached. Huh. "Yeah, I'm fine. Somethin' is smelling off though. Are you okay?"
“Peachy,” she was a little flustered, a little messy. But it had been the perfect time for Carol to find out that at some point the durability had passed across. It wasn’t just to the point where bullets would bounce off her, but she was pleased to note that the monkey things had difficulty injuring her.
“Smelling off like… we’ve got more of those horrible rodents coming?”
“No, somethin’ different.” He looked down the street. Several feral dogs were running at breakneck speeds. He shielded his eyes to see better; behind them was a strange rolling fog or mist, moving too quickly to be natural. “What the hell is that?”
One of the dogs was too slow and the fog caught up to it. It howled in agony as the mist ate away at its fur and skin. Not quite like acid, but close enough for Logan’s taste. “That ain’t good. Run!”
Carol couldn’t really look away, although God knew she should. “Well shit.” Of course her flight wouldn’t be here yet, of course this wasn’t as simple as a few rabid animals roaming around.
She didn’t need to be told twice, because she sure as hell was not going to stand around and wait to be eaten by some kind of fog. And of course it wouldn’t be something easy to out run either. Thankfully she wasn’t utterly out of shape, and when Logan said run, Carol started running.
One couldn’t slice up fog, so Logan ran too. The fog seemed to follow them, and he noticed it didn’t appear to leak into buildings. “Need to get inside somewhere! It ain’t going inside buildings!” Which meant it wasn’t natural, whatever it was. He hazarded a glance behind him as he felt burning at his back. The fog was close enough it had started to eat at his skin. He pushed himself forward, then grabbed for Carol’s hand. Maybe she couldn’t fly yet, but he had enough strength to be able to fling her onto a rooftop if he had to.
Look for a building? They could look for an open building, or find somewhere enclosed, something that would keep them protected somewhat. She was fairly certain one of them wouldn’t be locked up, somewhere near here had to be open enough for them to get in, even if they had to slip through a window.
Carol wasn’t the sort to go looking back at danger anyway, so she wasn’t really looking to see how close the strange gas was, although she did expect that maybe Logan had found a door she’d missed when he grabbed her hand. She didn’t expect to find herself on a rooftop rather roughly just afterwards.
The fog engulfed him, and he fell to his knees. Logan’s skin and lungs burned and once he started to cough he couldn’t stop. His healing factor worked over time, but it couldn’t keep up with the boils erupting all across his body. It wasn’t acid like he’d thought, but some kind of poison, enough to overwhelm his abilities. Consciousness slipped away, and then he stopped breathing.
The fog didn’t seem to cover the top of the buildings, and Carol was able to stay low while her back ached just a little from the impact -apparently that durability was a little unreliable at times. As whatever it was that engulfed the street passed, slipping further on, Carol pulled herself up by the small ledge of the building, scanning the street to find the slumped form of Logan.
“Fuck. Logan!” The asshole. The fucking asshole.
It was a small business she was above, easy enough to drape herself over the side of the roof, finding a small foothold on the ledge above the door before dropping from there. The impact rocked up her feet but it didn’t stop her from stumbling towards the shitbag that went and pulled this stupid sacrificial bullshit. At least she knew this was Logan for sure.
“Hey, c’mon, god.” Rolling him over, flinching just a little at the marks from whatever that was, Carol leaned back on her feet, hoping that healing was still something he could do.
It was a Wolverine thing, this stupid sacrificial bullshit. Somewhere across town Laura was doing almost the same thing. It probably ran in the blood.
But mere moments after Carol approached, Logan suddenly gasped. He coughed violently, rolling onto his side with a groan. His skin was taking awhile to heal up, but he was breathing again, and gradually starting to regain consciousness. “Fuck...I hate this county.”
When he sat up, there was a profoundly sad expression on his face that quickly disappeared.
“Oh, thank God,” Carol could feel the clench of her gut unwind a little, as Logan seemed to come around and start healing properly. “Could we never do that again.” Strange how she knew what he could live through, had seen it through the dreams, and yet it didn’t really stop the worry.
“There’s nothing we can do against that, let’s get the hell out of here before it comes back.” Because if it did that to Logan, it could do so much worse to her and she didn’t have the same healing factor that he did.
“Ain’t gonna argue with you,” he agreed. Not the best way to go, and he’d been exploded and annihilated more times than he could count. Nuked twice.
He pulled himself to his feet, boils finally starting to clear up. “Should probably find a place. Lay low for awhile. It wasn’t goin’ into buildings.”
He wasn’t going to argue with her. That made a nice change, but Carol at least understood that there wasn’t a lot of time to stand around and discuss that matter. Who knew when that fog would roll back through there, or even where it was heading. It was just a much better idea to get the hell out of the way.
“You too, you can either come with me somewhere or just promise you’ll stop being an idiot and go and get some cover.” She had a feeling that this wasn’t yet the end of things.
“I’ll go with you if that makes you feel better.” Logan smirked at her, but it lacked any real mirth or emotions. He hadn’t seen what he’d wanted to see on the other side. “After you.”