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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It was meat. Survival of the fittest and all of that.

Closing in on their quarry Logan crouched, claws slowly sliding out on one hand.

Vic semi-crouched, ready to flank it if it bolted. Then, just like that, the wind shifted. He ended up snarling in annoyance.

Shit.

As soon as he felt the wind start to change he lunged, springing at the buck with a roar. Claws drawn back to stab on one hand, the other was reaching and ready to grab the animal.

He was close enough before springing that he should be able to make contact.

For a young buck, the thing was damn qvick. Logan did score, but along the scarred flanks. Nothing lethal.

Vic cut off it's dash to the right, that left it plunging down the path to the lake.

Logan didn't hesitate to give chase. He was after the animal quickly, ducking and dodging any obstacles and pursuing their quarry.

Through brier and thicket, through pine and...reed. The buck was as lost as he could be, and now floundering in the salty marsh edge. The Lake Michigan shore was wonderful for water fowl...but not nearly as kind to spindle legged game.

Thick mud wasn't the best substance to travel through for a guy with lots of excess weight thanks to all the metal he was carrying around, neither.

Still, Logan kept in pursuit, slogging his way towards the deer, aiming for a quick kill and hoping Victor and he would be able to drag it back to shore.

Soon enough the buck floundered, front legs finding a sink hole while his hind legs stayed on 'firmer' ground. The damn thing ended up chinning himself on the ground.

Seeing that Logan probably had this one in hand, Victor slogged back to shore and made a dash for camp. They were going to need rope...

Logan moved in.

"Easy, fella."

With a quick swipe of his claws it was over.

He stood over the buck a moment, taking in the scent of blood, sweat, fur and the wilds around them. Sheathing his claws slowly he reached down, stroking the animal's fur with his bare hand, then grabbed a leg and started trying to haul it back to shore.

The scent of blood, when Vic returned, meant that Logan had gotten a clean kill. That was good. Sometimes he wondered if they could still do 'clean' after Mis and SHIELD. It was reassuring. "Catch runt!" he called, tossing a rope end.

It was going to fun cleaning this one! And themselves. Mud. Yay.

Catching the rope he secured it around the buck.

"Was wonderin' where the hell you'd gone."

"Brain kicked in while you were floundering." he laughed, wrapping his end around a tree and starting to haul. "And wouldn't you know it we took the long way around. Camps only about a quarter mile if you take it in a straight line..."

Logan stalked back to shore, watching Vic pull in the deer.

"Good, I'm starvin'."

"Yeah, and this'll be a real meal. Not that vitamin and protein junk from the mess. God, you'd think those ass hats never ate a real meal before..." got the damn t hing was heavier than it looked. "Calling any particular cut?"

"Nope, long as it ain't too much fat or grease."

Logan didn't mind a bit of either, but meat was what he was interested in most.

"Fine, fine...tell you what, go get scrubbed pintsize and I'll get the deer handled and on a few spits alright?" Logan smelled like the mud he'd been wallowing in...and that just wasn't appetizing.

And he could butcher a deer easy.

Logan shrugged, that worked for him.

"Just don't burn it."

And with that he headed off to wash up.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. It'll still be bleeding when you sit down to eat." Victor snorted. Culinary appreciators they weren't...

But, logan going off did give him time to get the carcass handled. And get some bits cooking...

A fair bit more than the two of them could eat. Oops?

Logan really didn't notice how much Victor had set out, his focus was more on the scent of the cooking meat.

Returning, he sat down on a rock beside the fire, looking at the roasting deer.

"Not bad, Vic."

"I still remember how to cook meat, even with having a cafeteria to wait on me." Good thing he didn't notice, that meant Victor could offer one last 'surprise' for the day. Like an electric-like sizzling that sounded about ten yards off when the meat was done.

Yep. Vic had been expecting it.

Logan's head lifted sharply and he scented the air, instantly on alert at the sharp sound.

"The hell?"

The scents of two people drifted on the breeze. A young female and an older male.

Both smelled like Victor.

"Are we late?" the girl called out.

Confusion crossed Logan's features as he watched them. He glanced at Vic then back to the people, clearly wanting an explanation.

Victor's face broke out into an honest, open smile as he shifted towards the voices "No, right on time baby." he called out. "I got someone here you need to meet. Logan."

The girl (http://www.icemanx.nl/Marvel/Blink/Blink.jpg) stepped into the clearing first. No more than fourteen with skin a pale lavender and a strange quiver of crystals on her back. The older man (http://media.comicvine.com/uploads/0/77/147317-98506-graydon-creed_large.jpg) was well in his thirties, but followed her easily. "Hey pop. Uncle Logan."

He looked between the arrivals and Victor, still waiting for an explanation.

"Uncle?"

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