Stay Out Of My Way (Scogan)

Making It Right

Scott (POV)

Today was a new day, there were no new murders after ten whole hours. Charles had been locked away in his office not wanting to be disturbed, I know he talked a bit with Bucky in his room but that didn't go on for more than twenty minutes.

Charles wouldn't tell me what was said, what questions were answered and if he had a track on who was committing these murders.

Logan said it should be nothing, that everybody is stressed out because of the things going on. I'm still convinced that The Lucky Seven have something to do with all of this but there's no proof for me to smack them down.

Eight mutants were murdered under our noses, not one of them went down without a fight which led them to end up how they looked once dead. Torn to pieces, bruised, bloody, bitten to the point of no survival.

Eight mutants, how many more will it take for the Lucky Seven to get off their asses and do something about it...that is of course like I mentioned before, they're the same people causing the deaths.

Sitting in this garage, it wasn't helping me much. Usually working on my cars or bikes took away most of the stress and worries but that was piling up and wasn't doing me any good. I've already popped two tires and lost four tools. Then there was another problem that I wanted to ignore or at least forget...Logan wanted me to get along with Bucky, to talk with him and be nicer. But something about that man didn't sit right with me, he may not be a mutant killer but I still don't trust the messy man for shit.

Yet Logan wanted nothing more but for me to be nice, funny that he's one to talk when he goes around acting like a heartless ass to everybody else.

He's changed though, he's been accepting and caring towards others without me having to say anything so I can definitely do this for him...yeah, this is only for him.

A tap on the garage door brought me back to reality. Turning my head, there stood the one person I was dreading all fucking day...Bucky.

''Uh...Logan said you wanted to see me?'' He said, voice raspy as if he had just woken up. Would make sense seeing that he was still in a pair of sweats and loose t-shirt that I knew damn well was Logan's old shirt.

Focus Scott, be nice.

''Yeah, come in and sit. Hank spoke to me a little bit about your ideas of a new arm. I can't promise that it'll be done when you want but may take up to three months.''

That's right, damn Hank and his ideas for this stranger. Coming to me and asking to make this man a new fucking arm of metal.

''Uh yeah...I just kind of figured I would ask you myself since he told me a little bit of....yeah...I don't mind how long it takes.'' He took a seat on one of the spinning chairs, looking around the garage with curious eyes.

Humming, I grabbed one of my workbooks and started doodling around with it.

''I'll think about it, I haven't been working well with anything. Too much on my mind and with these mutants dying, it's been a lot on me.''

Bucky nodded, his fingers twitching as his eyes stayed stuck on something at my side. Giving in, I looked to where he had been staring. Ah, one of my old vintage bikes that hasn't been touched for years.

''You work on bikes too?'' I asked, so far so good.

''Part of me remembers working on bikes but I can't for the life of me remember how I was at it or what else I had been doing with my time but I think....I think I can, would you mind if I touched it?''