879. Journalists – ft. Logan (James Howlett | Wolverine) and Christine Everhart
Logan blinked at the sight of the recorder being shoved in his face. Raising an eyebrow, he followed the thin hand holding it to a blonde woman, who looked extremely out of place in the dingy bar.
"Can I help you?" He asked, feeling nice enough tonight not to destroy the grey thing in front of him and potentially incur legal charges.
"You're Wolverine, one of the X-Men. What are your thoughts on the Sokovia Accords?"
"Sokovia what?"
The woman shifted on the bar stool. "The Sokovia Accords, a treaty devised by over a hundred countries to rule over the comings and goings of superheroes such as the Avengers, the Devil of Hell's Kitchen, and the X-Men themselves."
"And by, 'rule over the comings' and whatever, you mean these things get to tell us what to do?" Logan narrowed his eyes.
"The United Nations would be able to order superheroes around, yes."
"Well that's shit," Logan glared, "People like us fight because people don't take action. I bet these fucking Accords can make the UN stop us from going places, can't it? We're supposed to be heroes – heroes don't have laws to follow. There's always going to be collateral. People don't seem to realise that usually, we're more fucked up than you are – that's why we do the job." He downed the rest of his beer, feeling angry. Why hadn't he already heard about this?
"What do you think the repurcussions will be for the X-Men?"
"I don't fucking know, lady, but mutants have had enough government bullshit to last a lifetime – if they try to give us rules and order us about, we won't do as they say, I'll tell you that. The Brotherhood might even rise back up if the X-Men are taken over, just because. Now fuck off."
He had to go see Xavier.
