Who: Rogue, Logan, and Bruce What: They try to find out what's wrong with her When: Today Where: Stark's Base Warnings: Probably yes
Rogue’s lips were parted in a silent scream as she sat up in her bed, suddenly awake. Her head quickly whipped around her cell, searching for any sign of the masked man that haunted her dreams. She knew he wouldn’t find him, that she wasn’t in his lab, but it didn’t stop the crippling fear in the first few moments of consciousness each time she woke up from overwhelming her. When she’d been with him, there was always a moment or two that she thought the entire ordeal had been a nightmare, something one of the personalities in her head had experienced, but every single time he’d proven how wrong she was and just how real he was. At times, it was easier to believe that this was all a hallucination and that at any moment she would grow lucid for the briefest moment and feel restraints around her arms and legs.
She held her breath and waited for the room to shift around her, to feel the cold, steel table underneath her back. Nothing happened, the room stayed the same. Rogue slowly breathed out and her face crumpled. It wasn’t a dream, it was all real. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, desperately trying to hold back tears. This was real, this was all real and that meant she had done what she’d always feared. She had willingly stolen another mutant’s life and her powers. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t in control of her body then, it was still her body and her mutation that had killed Sam and if she hadn’t been so weak, she would have stopped it. She should have stopped it. She had had the strength to stop those things from hurting Logan, she should have been able to do the same for Sam.
Her arms tightened around her legs with a quiet sniffle. Maybe that’s why she’d been a damn coward and slipped behind one of the others whenever Logan or Bruce came around in the past couple of days. She couldn’t bear to see the worry in either of their eyes, she didn’t deserve it. It was easier to let Erik or John speak for her, and sometimes even Jimmy slipped out, disgusting as he was, but it was preferable to one of the leviathans getting a hold of her. They hadn’t stopped trying, not for a second, and Rogue felt them lurking and waiting for another chance to take the reins again and Rogue knew it wouldn’t be long until that happened. There was only so long she could hold them back.
She didn’t bother moving from her position on the bed when she heard someone outside of her cell door. She had put off the meeting long enough and she needed to know if Bruce was any closer to figuring out what was wrong with her mutation and if it was something that could be fixed. If he wasn’t, then she knew exactly what to ask for and a part of her hoped that it would come down to that option. There was a pang of guilt at the thought but maybe it really was the better choice. It would be easier on everyone around her if they didn’t have to look after her anymore. Logan had already done so much for her, it wasn’t fair to him that he had to keep saving her ass when she should have been able to take care of herself. The look on his face the first night she had woken up shaking and screaming in Stark’s base was one she didn’t ever want to see again.
“Hey.” Rogue’s voice was a little on the ragged side as she looked up when the door finally opened.