Who: Carl, Deadpool, and Logan What: Carl shares a plan involving Deadpool, Logan tries to stop things. Where: The outlying woods. When: Directly after Carl contacts Logan Rating: We'll just say Deadpool. (High.) Status: In progress Notes:
It actually took self restraint for Logan not to run through the forest. This whole thing stank of a bad dream. Storybrooke had been so accepting of the people who had come through their doors. It didn't matter if they were mutants, wizards, just plain human. That was one of the best things about the place. It didn't matter. It was the closest thing to a Utopia Logan honestly could have envisioned. It was what everyone had been working for back at home, and some weird, alternate, universe had just handed it to them.
Now for the first time since he'd arrived here, Logan felt that peace was being threatened.
Logan paused, sniffing at the air. He'd met the kid a few times and Wilson was never a hard guy to sniff out, but so far the air offered him nothing. For a moment, Logan wondered if he should have been glad about that or not. Bending down to check for tracks, he sighed.
This whole thing reeks. Logan thought to himself. This is how it all starts. One wrong move, even by a guy who probably didn't mean a damn thing by it. He sniffed at the air again, moving toward the river where Carl told him they'd been headed. Keeping his posture low and his steps quiet, Logan tried to keep his mind focused. He had to remember this wasn't home. There was a chance for this to go right, that everything would come out clean, and that this didn't end with people starting to make picket signs.
Another sniff at the air, this one exhaled through clenched teeth as he tried his best to keep himself centered. He couldn't afford to get angry. He couldn't afford to risk a sloppy mission. This was one of those times where everything needed to go by the numbers -- or, at the very least, put himself on the losing end of them. As long as Carl got away. That was the ticket. No matter how bad it got, not matter how badly Carol might thump him for getting himself blown up, the kid was priority one.
He bent his ear and shut his eyes, lending all of his senses to the world around him. C'mon kid.. Logan pleaded silently. They had to be out here somewhere...unless Logan was early? Maybe they hadn't gotten here yet, maybe he was ahead of them and could stop this whole thing before it got too crazy. Logan could only hope as he continued moving toward the river.