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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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.

"Probably outlast the cockroach." Logan nodded, taking the bottle.

Covering his fries and adding a glob to his burger he set the ketchup down in the middle between them.

"Yeah, and be a hell of a lot more annoying." he toasted Logan with his soda then dug into his meal.

"Hey, you know, this means I'm gonna call you bug boy now..."

"Do it an' I'll cut yer head off."

He saluted Victor with his own glass then chowed down on his burger.

Mmm... bacon.

"Yeah, that'd itch, so another cute nickname dies." he sighed.

Steeeeeeeeak. So much better than bacon!

"Okay, so, all my gear is down the road. We've got bars all over the place between here and there..." he was slowly sketching a map with his finger in the wet ring from his glass. "Or we can jet straight from there to the woods. Your call."

Logan considered the options a moment before deciding.

"Let's hit another bar. I wanna see you take on the yokels while I sit back an' booze it up."

"Awwww, you do love me." he snorted, then reached for the menu again "Oooo, milkshakes." dessert was what he wanted now...give the cops streaming past the window time to settle down.

"What kinda pie do they got?" He asked while finishing off the last of his meal and his soda.

"Why is it always pie with you?" Victor shrugged and passed the menu "When are you gonna break down and try a good old fashioned milk shake? You'll never go back man, I promise!"

"There's only a few sweet things I actually like," Logan replied, looking over the selection. "Pie is one of 'em."

He wasn't even going to get it ala mode.

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