SuperSoldier (SI-OC/MCU) ENG

22: Mind Power

22: Mind Power

James took another drink, feeling the alcohol slide down his throat, but unlike many other times, there was no burning sensation. In fact, it was like drinking plain water, very bad-tasting water.

He grumbled softly in annoyance, looking at the three dozen empty bottles. He couldn't get drunk anymore...

Sighing, he took out his wallet and threw several dollars at the bartender, who looked at him incredulously, and left the bar. It was a complete mess. Even before, when his body burned off alcohol quickly, he could still have a brief moment where, if he drank enough, he could feel the alcohol in his veins.

Now? Now it didn't matter how much or what type of alcohol it was; his mind remained lucid, remembering, feeling.

He shook his head. It was messed up. He could no longer drown his sorrows in drinking. What should he do then? But before he could answer that question, a black car with tinted windows stopped not far from him. James didn't need to wait for the door to open to know who it was.

John got out of the car and greeted him. James nodded at him, pulling out a cigarette and starting to smoke. At least he still had this.

"Did you have fun?" John asked, adjusting the dark glasses on his face, a wide-brimmed hat on his head.

James looked at him sternly, which should have given him the answer. John sighed, amused.

"Yes, the downside of being a super soldier: learning to deal with your problems without being able to drown them in alcohol sucks."

"Cut the useless talk. Is it time or not?" Logan asked, he was irritated. Still, he didn't forget his main goal in all this: rescuing his brother, breaking a few bones of that son-of-a-bitch Red Skull, and spending an entire day of fun with the scientist who had taken away his pleasure of drinking.

"Almost, I just need one more thing." Logan frowned but said nothing. He knew he needed to be patient even if he didn't like it. It would have been easier if he could have had a drink.

"Hey, I know you're worried about him, but I assure you, we will rescue your brother and make Hydra pay. For now, I need you to follow me." With that, James perked up. He didn't like sitting around doing nothing.

"What are we going to do?" he asked.

John seemed to ponder his response for a moment.

"Recruit someone."

.

.

.

John had thought too much about this, contemplating his options until he finally made a decision.

To kill Sebastian Shaw, he needed the help of Charles Xavier.

Of course, he considered other options, but none seemed entirely reliable. According to what he remembered about Shaw, his power focused on absorbing kinetic energy and using it for various purposes.

What purposes? He didn't know exactly beyond what he remembered from those scenes in the movie he saw a long time ago.

His first idea was to use toxic or sedative gases. Since physical combat was completely useless, attacking in a non-physical way seemed like the ideal option. But, of course, something like that wasn't reliable. James and he were a good example—those with superhuman physical abilities could easily ignore the effects of harmful substances.

He didn't know to what degree Shaw's physical enhancement extended, but he remembered that Shaw could use the kinetic energy he absorbed to improve himself as well as to live a long time and rejuvenate.