White Noise /// Wolverine

XI /// Who's Koo-koo-ka-choo Now?

 "Hard to believe this once fit me." Hank mumbles. Pulling at the leather of his jacket, you look around in the armory, though it was just a well stocked closet of outfits, and a few weapons.

"If Magneto gets hold of that cure, there'll be no stopping him." Logan says, briefing the team on the severity of the situation. You found it incredibly hard to concentrate when he was talking, getting hung up on the way he pronounced things.

You stop in front of a drawer, labeled for Scott. You chuckle a little, opening the drawer.

"Can you estimate how many he has?" Hank clarifies.

You find a box, no larger than seven and a half inches. You go to close the drawer, but the note on the top catches your eye.

"An army." Logan answers, putting his suit gloves on. "And Jean." He adds cynically. Almost angrily.

The note reads 'in the case Y/n ever comes back'. You open the box, and find knives. Seven inch golden knives. Just like the ones Ash used. You find hilts left behind by Scott, with a small note buried beneath them.

'Y/n, if you're reading this, I'm glad you're back. These were Ash's.

Don't forget about us again, alright? I'm here if you need anything.

- Scott'

You pull the sheaths out of the drawer. Putting the note in your pocket. Don't forget about us again, alright?

"His powers have limits, hers do not." Hank counters, concern infiltrating his calm demeanor.

You place the sheaths around your thighs, placing the knives in their respective places, buckling the two separate pieces together over your waist.

You put your head down for a moment, trying not to cry. If anything went wrong today... you'd lose more people, these were kids helping you fight. It was different with Scott, Jean, and Ash. They knew what they were doing and you knew what they could do.

These were kids putting their lives on the line for a world that was trying to get rid of their incredible gifts. It wasn't their choice to take that away from them. If they wanted rid of it, they could be. But you had a terrible feeling that this cure was going to work its way into everything.

"There are only seven of us, Logan."

Your head shoots upward to see the terrified face of a boy you had seen with Rogue before she left. This was her boyfriend, then. Bobby. Seeing the fear fall over him and his friends was heartbreaking. These were children that had been trained to fight, and you prayed had volunteered, because they wanted to keep others safe from the calamity of the world.

Children were fighting the battles that grown men and women had started.

"Yeah, we're outnumbered." You say, looking over at the kids. Who's heads turn towards you. "I've lost a lot of friends to this battle. I'm not going to coddle you kids, you know what you signed up for."

You look at the three other adults in the room.

"All of you can turn around and go home. I'm not going to force you to fight a battle you didn't start. You kids don't deserve this. You have friends you want to see again. Partners you want to hold again. Families to laugh with and lives to live."

You clasp your hands together, looking down at the ground and shaking your head.

"I'm fighting this battle because I've lost good friends to it. I'm fighting this battle so that if I die today, maybe I can spark another revolution."