I don't own Marvel of the characters........
Back Then
"Another beer mister?" said the barkeeper talking to a man he had never seen
before.
"Yeah" said the stranger
"How come you ain't drunk, that's your twelth beer since you've been here"
"I don't get drunk"
"I guess not.Don't hurt my wallet though.Call it a night buddy go home to your
family"
"Don't got no family"
"Why is that mister?"
The short man looked down at his glass then started to tell his story......
"I've seen stuff you wouldn't believe,been places like nowhere else,and fought evil
of all types.That was so long ago.I've seen all of my friends and loved one's die,then
their children die,then their children die.I miss them all so much.First one to go was
Xaiver.Old age.He was a good man.Taught me alot.Four years after that Rogue
and Ro were killed by assassins.There were nine snipers,one bullet per sniper,
three snipers per person.Three bullets for Rogue,three for Ro and three for me.All
of us were shot in the head.Happend so fast,nothing we could do.I have a metal skull.
I lived.They didn't.After that all went down the cajun left.Never came back, never
heard from him again.Can't say I blame him.Years later after old age found it's way
to Cyke, Jubilee took over as leader of the team.That made me proud.Cyke then
passed.Old age.Three years later Jean passed away herself.It was on a rainy
Saturday.It rained all day.It rained in my heart to.Still does.Don't like thinking
about it.Then Jubilee left me.Again old age.Hardest was when my daughter died.
So smart,so beautiful.She had red hair and green eyes just like her mom.What made
it worse was seeing her being raised by another man.She never knew that I was
her "real" dad......
"Whoa there wait a minute buddy" said the bar keeper with his back towards Logan..
"Your telling me that you were shot in the head and lived?Oh but you got a metal
skull.Guess that explains that.Sure buddy I got a metal skull to.So if this story is
true then you'd be what three hundred years old,but how can that be when you
don't look a day over thirty?That has got to be one of the biggest and dumbest so
full of shit stories I have ever heard, and I hear alot of them.No more beer for you
said the barkeeper as here turned around to look at the stranger.He's gone.I didn't
even hear him leave....What a strange little man.......got a good imagination though.