Chapter Text
“Scott! Scott! Scott! Scott!” One of the children started shouting after popping out of nowhere.
“What Michael?” Scott answered laying his book down on the couch next to him.
“Someone’s at the door and he looks really mean and he’s an adult and you’re the only adult one left and I know that you’re broken but can you please open the door?” Michael flipped between being visible and not as he was speaking.
“I’m on my way,” Scott lifted himself off of the couch using his crutches and crutched over to the door. Scott had gotten his leg broken when he tried to climb onto the roof of the mansion to retrieve a frisbee, and then he fell. Hank had told him it served him right and that he should be more careful in the future. Scott scoffed at him. They fought aliens and mutants with god complexes in their free time. How careful did they expect him to be?
When he opened the door there stood a vaguely familiar face. “Do I know you?”
“My, my name is Logan,” the man in front of him managed to get out after a few moments of just standing there. He seemed as if he needed to catch his breath, even though if Michael was to be believed he had simply standing there for a while. He was a small mountain of a man. He was hunched over and had a beard that was scraggly and needed to at least be trimmed. He was carrying a black duffel bag over his shoulder that looked like it had been around at least twice as long as Scott had been.
“I’m Scott,” the man hadn’t tried to murder Scott yet so he held the door open wider. “Do you want to come in and talk? Maybe have something to drink or eat?”
Logan nodded and followed Scott into the house toward the kitchen.
“Do you want to set that bag down?” Scott asked getting a couple of glasses out of the cabinet.
“No,” Logan simply stated as he took a seat at the island.
“Alright,” Scott nodded. “Would you like water, milk, or juice?”
“Water.”
“Do you want something to eat?”
“Yes.”
“We have salad, noodles, leftover pork…” Scott said shifting through the fridge. They ran on leftovers during the summer.
“Pork.”
Scott reheated it and placed it on a plate in front of him.
“Thanks, kid.”
“You’re welcome,” Scott sat across from him sipping on a glass of water. “So, Logan, what brings you here?”
“I don’t know,” he grumbled.
“Are you a mutant?”
Logan shot out long metal claws from his hand.
“Oh I remember you,” Scott said realization dawning on him.
“What do you mean?”
“Like five years back me and a few other kids snuck onto this military base in order to rescue some other guys and my friend Jean let you out of this big metal box and then you just ran off,” Scott shrugged. “We didn’t know what happened to you after that.”
“Oh I remember her. She had red hair.”
“Yep, she sure does.”
“Where is she? Aren’t there more X-Men?”
“Yeah, they’re off doing important saving the world things. I’m stuck here while my leg heals.” Scott answered gesturing to his leg.
“Oh, what’d you do?”
“I fell off the roof.”
“Why’d y’a do that?”
“I didn’t do it on purpose.”
Logan laughed, “Most people don’t.”
“Are you going to stay with us?” Scott asked wanting to get the conversation back on topic.
“I’m not sure.”
“We have a professor. Charles Xavier who might be able to help you.”
“I don’t know,”
“Okay, well if you want a place to stay you can just tell me and I’ll find you a room.”
“Thanks kid.”
Scott nodded his head and went to go find his book in the other room. When he wandered back into the other room he found the dirty dishes in the sink and Logan was nowhere to be found. “Hey Michael,” Scott shouted into the empty air.
“No need to shout,” Michael huffed appearing out of nowhere.
“Sorry,” Scott apologized. “Did you see where Logan went?”
“Who?”
“The scary short man.”
“Oh, yeah, he left.”
“Oh okay. Did he mention where he was going?”
“No. He just left.”
“Alright,” Scott nodded to himself. He washed the dishes and then went back to his book.
The X-Men came back later that night.
“Hey kid,” Storm smiled as she bounced into the living room where Scott was. “Did anything interesting happen when we were gone!”
“Yeah, hey Kurt, Jean, do you guys remember that guy with the claws we ran into during the whole Apocalypse event?” Scott called into the room.
“Yeah,” Jean called back running into the room.
Kurt popped into existence next to Scott, “What about him?”
“He showed up earlier today.”
“What did he do?” Jean asked.
“Nothing, I offered him something to eat and drink, I told him he could stay and if he wanted to talk to the Professor he could do that, and then he just left.”
“Huh,”
“Do you think he’ll come back?” Kurt asked.
“Maybe, he didn’t seem like he was unstable or mad or anything. He just seemed a little confused.”
“At what?”
“Everything.”