"What do you want, Logan?" Scott questioned as he sat on the hood of his convertible, looking out at the cityscape.
He had driven to the lookout point in the morning to get away from the institute which reminded him of the one person with whom he'd messed up his relationship. He fixed his gaze on the cliff's edge. If only he could muster the courage to take the leap. It had to be a few hundred feet. He was struck by flashbacks of the plane crash. He'd told his mother that he'd look after Alex. But he had failed. He paced around the space a few times, distraught. He shivered. The nightmares were making matters worse. The memories he had lost were coming back to him. The memories the professor had suppressed for him were threatening to pour out. His world was falling apart at the seams. Warren didn't want him anymore. But it's not like he had luck on his side. Never did.
Logan had followed him. "That was a dumb thing you did, Scott." He sat beside him and stated bluntly.
"I had to make a quick decision. I had to. I had to." Scott responded. Logan sighed and kept his mouth shut for a change. "I had to." Logan put his hands on Scott's hands to stop him from repeating himself. The two men gazed out at the horizon. Logan's voice broke the silence. "I know you don't want to talk about it, but it could help you." They sat in silence for a while, not paying attention to each other's presence.
"Knowing about your past and future, after all, that has happened or will happen, do you ever consider ending it all?" Scott asked, his voice trembling.
Logan cocked his head at the young man. "I'm not going to lie and say I haven't. That's something I think about a lot. Still, Scott, you have a lot to live for, even though you infuriate me and make me want to kill you. You are a real hero. It's not easy to be one. You will have moments in your life where you will doubt yourself and your actions. Where you would not want to continue, and I'm not one for speeches or declarations, but the world needs you. Mutants rely on you to be the leader they need. So, don't go and kill yourself." He cautioned.
"Right. Who wants a broken leader who can't even keep his powers under control? I just-" Scott choked on the words.
"Just what, kid?" Logan asked.
"I'm not sure if I want to keep going. It's all a fucking mess. I'm tired. And maybe Sinister wouldn't target the School if I wasn't there. Warren should be with someone that can really give him the love he so truly deserves. I lose people when I get too close to them. I won't have to lose someone else if I end it all." Scott cried.
"Sinister will not give a damn if you're gone. He'd still come for us. You saved their lives, as much as I hate what you did. And I have confidence in your leadership, Cyke. I'm not going to say it, but if you want me to, I'll follow you to hell. And you'll figure out whatever's going on between you and Flyboy. By the way, what happened?" Logan checked.
"We broke up." Scott said, trying to hide his tears.
"Aw, hell." Logan mouthed. "You're 18, right? Let's go drink our problems like real men." He patted Scott's back.
Scott snorted. "Not exactly my plans. But fine." He said and walked. Logan hopped onto his bike as Scott started his car.
"Canadian Whiskey. The boy will have the same. Bring the bottle." Logan shot the bartender a stern look.
"I can order for myself." Scott chastised him.
"We're not here to sip fruity cocktails, Summers. Maybe the Whiskey will put hair on your chest." Logan commented while sipping his soda. Scott sighed and rolled his eyes. "No, thank you. You've got more than enough toxic masculinity for all of us." He took a tentative sip and frowned at the taste and began peeling the label of a bottle instinctively.
"I haven't had a good night's sleep in a long time because of the kids. Shut up and drink." Logan, being the grump that he was, growled.
"Maybe the reason you don't sleep is because of all that hair. Too hot for covers and too cool without them." Scott added unconsciously.
"Can we just sit here like men, drink our whiskey, and enjoy the quiet moment? For once?" Wolverine groaned.
"I guess. But here's the thing-" Scott said, just as Logan cut him off, "What did I just say?"
"Fine." Scott remained silent and drank the alcohol. After a few glasses, the two mutants were clearly inebriated. Logan considered Scott until he was interrupted by someone.
"It's good to see you're back home, Logan." Tony Stark made the announcement.
"Go fuck yourself, Stark. What brings you here?" Logan muttered bitterly. Scott glanced at the two men, nodded to Tony, and then continued to drink.
"I'm meeting with a contact. Scott, my darling. I see you've made a poor choice in a drinking companion." Tony cooed. Logan sent him a snarl. "How did you two meet?" Logan was Intrigued to know.
"Why, Scott here was a true gentleman a month ago when he was at the hellfire club with his pal, Warren." Tony smiled as he traced his finger over Scott's back. "Half the strippers there, Frost included, wanted to have sex with those two." He squinted and turned to face Scott. "Who hurt you?" He investigated, then turned to Logan with a judgmental look on his face. "Did you hurt him?"
"He did not hurt me. We were up against bad guys." Scott stepped in.
"Flyboy took you to Hellfire Club?" Logan mused.
"It was only for one night. He was itching to let loose." Scott mumbled in his drink.
"I had no choice but to save those two from Emma Frost's clutches. She wanted to fuck Scott. But, really, who wouldn't? Emma is fantastic in bed, I'll admit that." Tony added, wistfully.
"What kind of people does Worthington hang out with?" Logan was taken aback. " That is a very exclusive club."
"Now come on, Logan. Who could say no to a man as gorgeous as him? Have you given my proposal any thought?" Tony asked.
"What's he talkin' about?" Logan growled and asked Scott.
"Nothing." Scott's blush provided Logan the answer.
"Jesus, kid. Stay away from him." Logan took a deep breath. Tony was busy checking out Scott. Logan gave him a growl. "Fuck you, Stark."
"No, thank you. But I'd rather leave that to Scott. What do you think, beautiful? You, Me, and my penthouse. Warren is welcome to join us." Tony winked. "Scott ain't going with you anywhere. You'll corrupt the innocent boy." Logan protested against Scott sleeping with the man.
Logan, I can speak for myself." Scott scowled. He raised his head and smiled at Tony. "As much as I appreciate the offer, I'm afraid I won't be able to accept it."
"Are you sure?" Tony cupped his palms around Scott's flushed cheek. Scott rubbed at the point of contact instinctively. "Ye-yeah." He stuttered.
"You know where I live, beautiful. I could give you the world if only you were with me." Tony expressed while kissing Scott on the mouth. Scott easily submitted to the kiss in his inebriated state. "You're drunk." The older man said after tasting the alcohol on his lips. "No, I'm not." Scott mumbled. "Would you like me to drive you home? I don't trust Logan to not take advantage of you since you have such a lovely body." Tony rubbed Scott's shoulders and winked at him.
"Like you are doing right now?" Scott gave a sly grin.
"Your words wound me. You know I'm not going to do something you don't want." Tony addressed while placing his hand on his heart.
"Thank you, Tony, but I believe Logan can take me home. I'm going to be fine. You, on the other hand, simply wish to fuck me." Scott murmured.
"On the contrary. I want to make love to you and give you everything you've ever desired." Tony said. "However, not tonight. I'd rather you experience Tony Stark in his entirety while you're sober. I want you to know how amazing it feels when I blow your brains off." Tony couldn't stop himself from flirting. Logan directed a snarl at Tony. Scott took Tony's hand in his. "Perhaps another day. But not right now." He blushed as he chuckled and smiled shyly at Tony.
Tony brought Scott's hands to his mouth and kissed his knuckles with an exaggerated sigh. "That is all I am asking." Logan glared daggers at him, snarling, his claws itching to come out just as he kissed Scott one more time. They came to a standstill when someone cleared their throat.
"My contact has arrived." Tony said as he stood up.
"Matt?" Scott shifted his eyes to the guy in front of them.
"Scott." Matt said. "I thought I sensed you here. Stark. Logan." Matt greeted tactfully.
"Murdock." Logan grunted.
Matt tilted his head for a second and spoke, "Who hurt you?" He asked Scott. "Did you jerks hurt him?" He glared accusingly at the other two men.
"No, Matt. I had a mission." Scott said as Matt sat next to him, tracing circles on his wrist.
"Back off, Murdock. I didn't invite you here to flirt with Scott." Tony warned.
"As far as I am aware, you do not own him." Logan groaned and buried his face in his hands in frustration when Matt responded. "Not you too. Let me guess, he's the friend you were with when you got knocked down?"
Scott sent a nervous nod. "Just what the hell did you get him involved in, Matt?" Logan let out a growl.
"It wasn't on purpose." Matt defended himself.
"Like hell it wasn't." Logan sneered.
"I swear. I will never let someone intentionally hurt Scott. I love him too much." Matt said calmly, noting the annoyance.
"I love you too, Matt." Scott mumbled when Tony wrapped a possessive arm around him.
"How is your boyfriend doing?" Matt asked curiously. He wanted to know what had Scott feeling down.
Scott frowned and looked down at his glass. "We broke up."
"That sucks. Do you want to stay at my place? We'll get take out from that restaurant you like so much." Matt had hoped to comfort his friend, knowing that he was upset. Over the years the two had established a close friendship and when things got too real, they'd meet up to spend the night eating and drinking and trying to forget about all the fucked up situations they had been in.
"Calm down, Murdock. You're all over him like a 50-year-old cougar before his sheets have even cooled." Tony snarked. He wasn't sure how much Scott and Matt knew each other, given that Matt knew where his favorite restaurant was. He didn't like it one bit. Jealous flared in him and he didn't bother hiding it.
"You're a dick, Tony." With a smirk, Matt said. "Scott and I have a long history. I was just trying to make him feel better. Unlike you, who is trying too hard to fuck him."
"If I tried too hard, Scott would already be mine." Tony quipped.
"Guys, please." Scott intervened before the arguing got ugly. "Stop fighting. And who's to say I want to sleep with either of you?"
"I'm sorry, Scotty. I care about you and don't want you to make a mistake with this sorry excuse of a man." Matt placed his hand on Scott's heart.
"Why you…" Tony started.
"Shut up, both of you! People are watching." Logan snarled, agitated.
"May I?" Matt asked Scott whose face was flushed from the alcohol. "What?" Scott mumbled and couldn't continue to speak when Matt hugged him and Tony glared at Matt. Scott melted into the embrace, comforted by his friend, who gently kissed him while he enthusiastically responded to his kiss.
Logan pulled Matt back, receiving a glare from both men.
Logan grabbed Scott's ear and led him out of the pub. "Don't touch me! Logan, what the hell are you doing?!" Scott complained in pain.
"Put your damn coat on. Those vultures will eat you up." Logan shrieked. Scott took the coat, but Logan grabbed it, mumbled to himself, and roughly put it on Scott's form. "Don't touch me! I was getting ready to put on my coat!" Logan's grumbling and snarling had ruined Scott's mood, so he yelled, irritated. Scott gestured to remove his coat, but Logan made him keep it in place. "It's hot out here, Logan." He griped.
"I don't care. It's your fault that you dressed up as a hooker. You're keeping the damn coat on!" Logan yelled again.
"I'm wearing a goddamn T-shirt, Logan!" "You're the one with a tank top." Scott yelled back, visibly irritated.
"That isn't a T-shirt. That's skin-tight body paint! It's two sizes too small and makes you look...dammit... It shows your goods. We'll have to get you a bigger size." Logan snarled.
"You're practically half-naked." Scott mumbled, his face flushed with embarrassment.
"That doesn't matter when you're the one they want because of your 'fuck me' vibe." Logan was furious.
"I don't give a 'fuck me' vibe." Scott spoke solemnly.
"You're so oblivious, Summers. I'm gonna have to talk to Warren about not letting you out looking like this." Logan added.
"He and I are broken up." Scott said glumly.
"It doesn't matter. You're lucky I was with you, or you'd be getting screwed by those two idiots. And since we're on that subject, what exactly do you see in Warren? He's just a rich kid with attitude." Logan mentioned.
"They aren't idiots, and they would never have sex with me without my consent." Scott said as he averted his gaze. "I'll kill anyone who does it again." He let out a snarl. "Warren isn't just some rich kid. He's wonderful, caring, and has a really loving soul."
"Again?" Logan asked, ignoring Scott's explanation of Warren. Scott gave a nod. "When I was a kid someone tried to - I'd rather not discuss it." Scott cleared his throat.
"I'm going to kill those bastards myself." Logan growled, eager to get his claws into anyone that had harmed Scott.
"I can take care of myself." Scott squared his shoulders.
"I have no doubt about it. However, you were far too eager to sleep with those two." Logan added his honest opinion.
"I like them. And I'd rather not talk about my sex life with you." Scott stated.
"I don't want to either." Logan muttered.
"It's just that it feels good to be wanted. It makes me forget for a moment how much I wish I didn't exist."
Logan let out a sigh. "You know, I always thought you and Jeannie would get together."
"I realised we'd be better off as acquaintances. It was one of those moments when people hyped it up to the point where you realised it was never going to happen. You know what I mean?"
"Yeah, I get that." Logan said. "Give me your keys."
Scott answered, "I can drive."
"It doesn't matter. N ot going to let you drive drunk, especially if you have a death wish." Logan responded gruffly.
Scott sighed and turned to walk away. "Don't worry, Logan. I'll be fine. I just need some room to breathe." He said as he started his car. Logan pushed him to the passenger seat and took the wheel. He muttered, "You make me want to kill you." "Perhaps you should." Scott spoke in hushed voice. "In any case, the world will be better off without me." Logan remained quiet while Scott gazed out the window as they returned to the mansion.
Scott slammed the car door shut and regained his composure. The effects of alcohol had waned. He made his way upstairs to his room, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving from his peers. He sent them all shuffling away with a glare. In anger, he balled up his coat and t-shirt and threw it on the floor. Opening his closet, he pulled out a bottle of rum that had been concealed somewhere inside and drank straight from the bottle, not bothering to get a glass and ignoring the call for dinner. Alcohol always made him forget how much he hated himself. Warren, unbeknownst to him, was doing the same.
"God, Warren, It hasn't even been a day, and I'm already missing you."
Scott, who was depressed after the breakup, drank the Rum and winced as he unintentionally slammed the empty bottle too hard when it dropped and rolled under his bed. His feelings were so numbed by the effects that he passed out on his bed.