pryde_and_grit | Those long, cold November evenings...

Those long, cold November evenings...

Victor snagged his coat and stormed down the halls of the heli-fortress. He'd never tell anyone, but he really hated living up in the air. Having his feet off the ground made him edgy all the time...

Misery had come by to 'see' him before leaving for the SHIELD summit. They were held once a year, all the leaders and their team captains had to attend. Two weeks alone, from Thanksgiving to mid-December. And she always made sure that he knew what he'd be missing. Damn, it been years now and he still shook with need every time she touched him.

So here it was, down time again, and he'd be alone...

...well, mostly alone. "Yo, Runt!" he snarled when he made it to the team housing hall. "Wakey wakey, I need a buddy else I don't get to leave!"

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There was stunned silence for a moment, one of their lead head bangers going down with one hit was kind of surprising to see, but the group as a whole wasn't that bright. Sure, Jeb was down...

...that just meant they needed weapons right?

Vic was just fine seeing them go for chairs and bottles, even the few knives...but he quietly gutted the one man dumb enough to pull a gun.

Guns were dangerous. They killed innocent barmen.

Logan gave the gang a moment to arm themselves, then charged.

He wouldn't use claws for this, not unless things got really ugly. For now fists and feet would be enough.

"That's right Runt, work that anger out." Victor kicked his feet up on one of the comatose bodies and lit a cigarette. "Fucking work shrinks don't know shit." he remarked conversationally to the bartender.

"They're all 'cut 'im open, stick this in his head, he'll feel better in the mornin.' Me? I say cut other guys you know? And whiskey. Whiskey is great medicine. Oh, duck man." he reached out to drag the bartender over just in case the man's reflexes weren't quick enough.

It felt good to be moving, to be fighting and getting a workout that wasn't for the job. This was his own thing and not some mission. He wasn't under orders, there wasn't a target, it was just good ol' fashion bar room brawling fun.

He might even thank Victor later.

Yeah...and Vic was packing away scotch with the bartender. Why not? This bar was for Logan. He'd hit the next one. Next meaning 'when Logan didn't need it' of course. Logan...was under a lot more pressure than Vic right now after all.

"And don't even get me started with the work cooks man. The flunked outta McDonalds." he continued rambling at the stunned bartender while applying kicks to the footstool that was trying to wiggle away.

The fighting was great. There was plenty of yokels and they were all too stupid to give up even after so many of them had been taken out.

He could see Victor over at the counter chatting with the bartender and vaguely remembered doing this same thing with someone else. Hitting bars and having a brawl, then settling in for drinks after before the cops showed up.

He tried hard to picture who he'd been with but couldn't grasp the faint memory hard enough to make it clear. A stool cracking over the back of his head didn't help much and he turned, snagged the guy, and pitched him through a window.

"Woo...shit, looks like something just got personal. 'Scuse me." Vic slipped off his stool to go make sure the yokel with a chair stayed down. He'd seen the look on Logan's face, something had been there...

...and then the idiot.

Best course of action was to knock the idiot out before Logan killed him.

He was a heartbeat away from popping his claws and gutting the guy when Victor stepped in.

"I was handlin' him," Logan snarled before turning and delivering a gut punch to another guy.

He was running out of people so he took his time with the last few.

"You drink all that whiskey?" He asked after dropping the last unconcious body.

"Yeah, but I don't want my trip cut short by bad behavior." Vic snorted, then dumped the newest footrest by his stool.

"That good whiskey or the crap stuff we're down to now?"

Logan settled onto a stool beside Victor and cracked his knuckles.

"I wanted the good stuff, but if there ain't any left I'll take whatever. Hey, bub, you got any pretzels?"

He looked at the bartender while leaning against the counter.

"Don't get all worked up again. Yer bottle is still on the table...maybe. Where's the table." the bartender fished under the bar for a bag.

"Hey, there's a diner down the road. Bet we can get real burgers."

Logan looked around and saw the table smashed to kindling with the bottle laying on its side beside it.

"Aw, shit."

Hopping down from his stool Logan stooped to pick up the bottle and smirked.

"There's still plenty left. Burger would be great, get some a'them steak fries, too."

"Well there you go, your lucky day an shit." Victor wiped his boots on his footstool then stood. "Thanks for the booze."

The diner down the road was an honest to god greasy spoon. Good old american food.

Logan finished the bottle then gave a nod to the bartender as they headed out.

The smell of the diner got an honest to god smile from him.

"Hell, I might even enjoy this more than the bar."

"And thats what 'vacations' are all about." Vic grinned and pulled open the door. "Enjoying every god damn thing you do." he felt like he could eat the whole menu by this point.

"Unless you're a tourist, then it's all abnut making an idiot of yourself."

Logan nodded and stepped inside.

"Yep. Ya gotta wonder what folks like that are like at home."

"I hate to be the cynic, but I'm betting they're idiots." Vic pointed out easily. "Worlds infested. I gotta find me some smart people to hang around with, remind me why life's worthwhile..." he laughed.

"...or there could be steak burgers. God bless America. I've found the light!"

"Thinkin' 'bout the bacon double cheese myself," Logan noted, looking over the menu. "Can never go wrong with bacon."

"I ain't been able to eat bacon since they came out with that damn bacon vodka. Have you tried that shit? Talk about scarring." of course he'd had to try it, don't look at him like that!

Fooooooood.

One of these days he was going to kidnap a regular cook and drag him back to the cafeteria.

Victor recieved a look that pretty much said he was a moron, then Logan looked up as the waitress approached.

"You ain't gonna upchuck on my plate if I get the bacon, are ya?"

"Nah, I think the problem is somewhere between my tongue an my tonsils, so as long as it stays on your side of the table..." if that plate moved it was another story though.

"So, place we're going...it's a hike in but good place for some hunting and fishing. Hell, with you there it might be worth going after a deer or two."

Logan nodded and placed his order. He planned on wolfing down his order and keeping it well away from Victor so there shouldn't be any problems at all.

"Been a long time since I been huntin'," He commented idly, but it made him pause. It came out very casually, and it took him a second to analyze what he'd just said and then he was trying to come up with a memory of the last time he had been hunting.

"Shit" Vic just openly stared at Logan until the food arrived, then snagged the ketchup to hide his worry. "That ain't healthy for a guy like Logan. you're a predator by nature an shit. You go too long and you gonna start taking out people a lot more than you want to."

"Yeah, I'm sure yer just all sorts of concerned 'bout my health, Vic."

Although, really Victor had been showing a lot of interest in what and how Logan was doing. Logan still wasn't sure what to make of him. Obviously Victor wanted Logan gone, but here seemed to be something more to their recent companionship.

Logan didn't really consider Victor a friend, but he was closer to being a pal than anyone else in SHIELD.

"Hey, don't go hoggin' all the damn ketchup," Logan griped, holding his hand out for the bottle.

"Hey, your health is the least of my concerns considering it'll take something huge like, dunno, poppin you into the sun or the planet exploding to kill you. You're a reassuring guy that way." he smirked.

As much as he wanted Logan gone? It'd been...kinda nice having him around. Like old times, even if it was a 'new' Logan. Was weird how much he acted like he remembered...

...kinda painful though...

"Hey, it's a new bottle, don't get your panties in a bunch." he laughed and passed the bottle.

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