pryde_and_grit | Spirits walking

Spirits walking

Kit had taken a motorcycle up to the woods around the target. In the saddle bags were some of Logan's clothes, his wallet stuffed full of small cash and replacement credit cards, and one little drugged dragon curled around a whiskey bottle. He'd be asleep for days...which was good, it might take her that long to get through this. She'd spied on the giant fortress, always phased in case of detection, since Toad pinpointed it. She couldn't get into it the thing conventionally. Air walking was iffy for her, and tiring...and considering that she'd need to stay phased every moment she'd be really damn tired...

Well, there were giant turbines helping to keep the place afloat, and that created too much downdraft even if she could get close. So she had a different plan. That was why she was standing on the edge of Lake Superior as the morning mist swirled cold and dark through the air.

She was hitching a ride on the weekly supply transport. Phased into a crate of oranges.

Once they landed she slipped under the floor then through the walls. No use getting security suspicious. She could survive just fine passing through walls the entire time she was here...at least until she got to the security complex and phased through a few power grids. With the cameras on the fritz now, things would be easier. And even if anyone did catch sight of her? Well, she had never thrown away her Crimson Butterfly gear. Head to toe ninja get-up led to some pretty wild stories.

The fortress was huge though. It took her a solid day to figure out the layout. Two to ghost through the walls until she found Logan's room...

...and when she got there he was occupied.

Very occupied.

Great, he'd left them to screw Miss...SHIELD of the year? Whose blood was that? It didn't look like the red-heads. Oddly, the scene made her angry. So. Damn. Angry.

She didn't even realize she'd phased down a few floors until a steam vent whistled in her face. This was...creepy. All metal and flashing lights. And..that was a face. She screamed as the steam cleared to reveal a pale, floating face. Literally floating. There was a man sitting in a vat of sparkling liquid. There were wires and diodes running from his head and spine to a great machine behind him. She was willing to bet the man was a mutant on closer, less frightened inspection.

And the machine...

...the machine...

"Oh...you twisted fucks." Kit whispered, feeling the great turbine pulsing and pounding under her hand. The fortress was mutant powered. She was sure of it. And it looked like it hurt...if the man's frozen grimace was anything to go by.

She had to get Logan out. Even if he didn't want to go.

She made her way back up to his room, still unnerved by what she'd seen...and his room was empty now. A mission perhaps? It didn't matter. She paced through the room, a ghost from the past sneering at the present...then unphased long enough to peel her glove off and press her palm to his wall. Just long enough to leave a scent.

A calling card.

Just enough to let him know she was here and she knew where to find him. She had a few other things to see, ways to kill time until he returned. One of which was checking out that damn red head.

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Much later Logan returned from the mission, snarling and practically frothing at the mouth.

He'd done the job, taken care of the target and completed the mission, and yet Victor was the one who got to spend time with Mis afterwards.

It enraged him that he wasn't the one who was with her now, and the fact that he wanted her so badly pissed him off even more. He shouldn't be so tied up and desperate for anyone like he was with Misery, but whatever progress he'd made by getting away with Victor was quickly undone the second he was back on the helicarrier and with Mis.

Her touch, scent, taste and the feel of her quickly wiped out the stray memories that had managed to surface and he was instantly hers again. And, even though a part of him knew that something was wrong here, he wanted it this way. He wanted to be with her constantly and even though that feeling faded after so much time away, all he had to do was get near her and the desire came roaring back.

He could kill Victor right now, and in his agitated state he almost didn't notice the unfamiliar scent lingering in the room. Pacing about he stalking back and forth several times before finally catching it, then slowly approached the wall and sniffed.

It was strangly familiar, and he tried hard to figure out whose it was, which at this point was slightly more important than how it got there.

Well, Kit had once made a promise to stay away from SHIELD, and more so, their computers. She hadn't been able to follower the smaller promise but...well. It was annoying not to be able to hack their systems to pull up the red heads dossier.

Really annoying.

So she'd spent hours trawling around the walls, before finally finding the much nicer quarters. And figuring out the bitch got around. Whoa. Way too much information there.

By the time she made it back to Logan's room she really felt like hitting something. A lot. Aaaand shit. Logan was home. She really hadn't thought this part through. She came to a stop just a few inches from the wall and stared through the fabric of her mask.

He didn't have anything as far as identifying the scent and the instant he realized he wasn't alone he whirled around, claws popping out and snarl in place.

"The hell are you?"

Yeah, she was going to just stay phased. For a little while. He could stab her if he really wanted, she'd let him, but...best to get some info to him first right? "Shit Logan, they bounce your head off the concrete a few too many times?" she growled in her own right, but otherwise didn't shift a muscle.

"It's me. That's enough." yeah, she wasn't sure if SHIELD was paranoid enough to do sound recordings in their pets quarters but...best not to get her name out there.

"That ain't enough," Logan snarled, but moved on to the next question. He could come back to identifying her in a minute.

"What're you doin' here? What do you want?"

"Shiiiiiit..." she swore softly. She was really, really tempted to bang her head on the wall now. "They really did do a number on you didn't they? Fine. Just fuckin fine. I'm here for you, yeah, I know I'm late. One way or the other I'm getting you out tonight I just really hope we don't have to do the 'beating the shit' out of each other part because I'm tired and I might accidentally do more harm than I intended."

"You're gonna harm me?" Logan snorted.

"Look, lady, I don't know what yer deal is, but I don't need someone comin' in ta save me. I'm here for a reason, an' ain't lookin' t'leave."

She was a crazy one, probably got away from her keeper somewhere else on deck. Rounding up strays wasn't his job unless, someone told him to do it, so he didn't really have any business with her.

"Yeah, sure, that's why my sources found a fucking crater at your last location before SHIELD got you." Kit snorted, finally breaking her frozen stance to pace angrily. "Look, it's obvious you're amnesia boy, so I'll make this clear. I'm getting you off this ship. If you go running back after that? You tell me to fuck off? Sure, whatever, I'll forget you. Until we have you on solid ground though you're stuck with me."

"Want time to think on that? I'll go away and come back once I make my displeasure known here..."

"I'm tellin' you t'fuck off now," He growled. "Why the hell should I follow you?"

"Yeah, see, I'm pretty sure you're not in your right mind right now." She could feel the smirking sneer pulling under her mask. "So the 'fuck off' order is only solid once you are."

"Dunno, cause you hate cages? And leashes? And staying in one place too long? But for some reason you're letting them keep you...though I'm betting I saw the reason. Thought you had better taste. Anyway...you're important enough to piss off while doing the right thing don't make me use force?"

His anger flares when she mentions Mis and he can feel the skin between his knuckles itching.

He also doesn't care too much for her threatening him with the use of force.

"What's in it for you t'get me outta here? You thinkin' of takin' me from one cage t'another?"

Yeah, well, she wasn't too happy herself right now.

"Oh for christs sake. No! You fucking idiot! You're...well, were I guess...my friend. One of very, very few. And yes, I do stupid, extreme things for my friends all the god damn time." she snarled and punched the wall, just to feel the impact shiver through her arm and tingle down to the shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I took too long."

He studies her a long minute, then eases up in his stance some.

"How long you been after me?"

"Almost a year." she admitted, hating the shake that crept into her voice. "Once I figured out that you were missing instead of just being antisocial." she punched the wall once more for good measure then sighed and back off the defenseless thing.

"If I'd known it was SHIELD I wouldn't have worked under the radar. Would have been here sooner."

The frustration and disappointment he heard in her voice had him mostly convinced.

Something inside was telling him he knows her, too. And, while he's got that hard rooted desire for Misery still wrapped around his thoughts, instinct is telling him to follow her.

"SHIELD don't like for people ta leave. I go with you, you gonna make it worth it t'me? I'm brainwashed like ya say I wanna be able t'fix it. Without people pokin' around in my head."

She paused, thinking over her options. Rapid planning was one of her fortes..."Well, I can't fix your head. I don't know any trustworthy telepaths, and that adamantium skull of yours tends to screw with that anyway I think." god she wanted a cigarette.

Or to fiddle with her braids...

Damn mask.

"But I can get you clear and...probably get SHIELD chasing their tails for a while." or the Hand. Either way, lots of chasing. If she dropped him at the lakeside, then got back up to screw with those mutant hook-up generators...

"Yeah.'

He considered her words for a long minute and remembered the time he'd spent with Victor. He had made progress while away from SHIELD and Misery, and though the thought of leaving her side now made him cringe and ache he figured that was the solution.

And she said he could come back if that's what he wanted.

"Fine. You're lookin' for a shit storm a' trouble though by messin' with SHIELD."

"Yeah, well, hasn't killed me yet. I guess the real question now is are you gonna be part of that storm or give me a hand starting it?"

Logan shrugged.

"My targets are all on orders. They ain't told me t'kill ya yet so I got no reason to."

Unless she screws with him, but she seems pretty well on the up and up.

"Shiiiit" she swore again "They've got you scrambled good. Well...come on, lets start some chaos for old times sake." she held out a gloved hand to him, waiting.

He eyed her hand a moment, then stepped forward and took it.

"Old times sake, huh? What, you an' me used to run missions or somethin'?"

"We used to go bar hopping." she admitted with bitter sadness. "Deep breath now" it helped with phasing.

She took them down to the turbine room.

He wanted to ask her about her statement, but instead pulled in a breath as they started to sink.

Christ this felt weird. When they stopped it took him a moment to find his bearing and not lose his feet.

"Geez, lady, what the hell was-- "

His complaint stopped when he opened his eyes.

"...that? Me. I do that." she shrugged off the barely asked question and began to pat herself down, habitually looking for a pack of cigarettes. It hard to look at this shit and not want one...

...fucking pocketless costume...

"So, from what I can tell they've got this poor guy hooked into a power converter. I admit, this place takes a hell of a lot to run...but one little mutant, no matter how tortured, can do it all. This is just part of it." she settled for restless pacing in lieu of nicotine. "I...didn't go looking for the rest of the turbines. Didn't want to without cause. So...up for starting your resignation here?"

"Son of a bitch."

He growled, low in his throat and looked at the tangled mutant.

"He looks out of it, there anything left of 'em in there?"

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