Falling for the Enemy || Captain America || Book 1

Chapter 42: Stupid Sentiment

Logan's POV

This isn't bloody getting us anywhere. Staring down at all the bickering and endless quarrelling foregoing between them all, I snort at the immaturity of their behaviour, ignoring any jabs made my way.

Deciding three hours is enough for me, I scoff one final time and make my way towards the couch, stepping over the debris and rubble from Von Doom's attacks as well as from the arguments spurring from before, and quite contently seat myself in the centre of the couch. My hand manages to find the remote and I switch the TV on, scrolling through various channels of garbage reality TV and these stupid.... What are they called? Kardashians? Hank once called them the Kardtrashians and all I could do to not hit him was roll my eyes and turn away.

Well, this is interesting.

My head tilts in the direction of the fussing behind me. "Hey I don't mean to interrupt your lovely counselling session; truly, I know you love talking about your feelings while handing around the talking stick, but you may want to take a look at this."

When no one hears me, I growl and turn up the volume of the TV to its max, which – thanks to Stark – is really really loud.

"The past hour here at Queens on 34th Avenue has been far more eventful than your typical hostage situation. It was discovered that two mutants were holding five citizens hostage to get to the controversial Nightingale. As they planned, she had in fact turned up to the crime scene but got the better hand of them with the aid of New York's web-shooting vigilante Spider-man. Now, the two are facing off against yet another foe, again a mutant, known as Mystique, who has in fact been associated with past mutant catastrophe's involving the notorious Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier. We'll hand you over to Annalise who is currently at the scene."

The TV flashes to an aerial view from a helicopter of a giant hole in the wall of a high school, and within the exposed room I can see sunshine fighting side by side with the wall-crawler while Raven – Mystique – seems to be holding them off quite miraculously, but barely.

"Thank you Mike. As you can see, Miss Nightshade has appeared to have yet again changed her ways no matter the controversy the government has been discussing over her guilt and is proceeding to aid Spider-man in his struggle against this Mystique. We cannot fly the helicopter any closer due to the elemental hazards that continue to fly through the air caused by the Nightingale as well as her... colourful warnings to us on how close we're allowed to be."

I guffaw. "Sounds like her."

"I've heard about her, saw her on the news a few times," Oliver Queen feels the need to inform us, referring to Raven "didn't she save President Nixon quite a few years back? 1973?"

I nod but don't veer my eyes from the TV screen. "Yeah, I went back in time and everything to save this damn planet. Unfortunately, when she did save the President, I was already impaled with metal wiring and thrown into the Potomac River."

"I'm sorry, you were what?" Felicity inquires.

"That sounds like it was fun," Storm dryly grins, earning an elbow to the gut by his older sister.

"I don't mean to alarm anyone, but shouldn't we be helping her?" Barton points out, but I can't help but stare at his swollen purple nose. Rogers really did a number on him, who knew Captain America could slam a door so hard it can break an assassin's nose?

I sigh exasperatedly. "It's just Mystique. She's good, but doesn't need an entire three teams of super heroes after her. I got her."

Cracking a knuckle on my way out, I can already hear the patter of footsteps meeting my side, not needing to glimpse to the left to know the owner of said footsteps. "I thought you were sulking in the corner about your girlfriend's little blow up?"