Things came to a grinding halt when the brothers were drafted into the Vietnamese war. Back into the noises, smells and adrenaline. Logan was far from fond of it, but he had grown accustomed to it. Victor enjoyed it.

Currently they had found themselves locked away in a cell after a firing squad failed to kill them.

"Sorry."

"What?" Logan glanced to his elder.

"I said I'm sorry."

"Why?"

Victor shrugged, "I just assumed you wanted me to apologize. I'm sorry you got shot."

"You don't register anything you do, do you?" he huffed, "Is anything right or wrong in your head?"

"Tell me what I did. I said I was sorry."

"The lead commander, the girl?" he glared over.

"It was an accident. All I did was push him, how would I know that would kill him? As for the others, it was self defense."

"And what about the girl? I'm sure you'd have been able to find one woman who would have let you have your way with her."

Victor's brows furrowed together at that comment, "Is that what you think of me?"

He scoffed, "I think you have a serious restraint problem."

"I'm a great many things, but I'm not a rapist," Victor was hurt at the accusation.

"Then explain yourself so I can believe that statement."

"Happy someone does care to hear my side. I was walking to his office to relay a message. He wasn't there but she was. Tied up and stuffed under his bed. Only reason I noticed was because I saw her hands.

"I untied her and grabbed her. She fought and screamed so much I had to carry her just to get her to move. Of course her noise drew his attention. So I threw her in our room and pushed him out.

"My only intention with her was to hide her there until I could get her somewhere safe. My only intention with him was to keep him out."

Logan glanced to him as he told his side of events. He had become good at telling when his brother was fibbing to him in the years. There was nothing to conclude this was one of those times.

"Was that all?" he watched his brother nod and sighed.

X

There was no time to really piece together how they felt about the situation when a man walked into the cell and questioned them both. Apparently they'd given him the right answers because soon they were released with him.

X

The introductions were sweet and simple, everyone stated names and powers and how long they had been Styker's personal dogs. Seemed well enough.

"So," Wade looked between them both, "You two twins? Which one is older?"

"Victor," Logan pointed to his brother at the same time he raised his hand, "By three years."

"1880."

"So you two are ancient is what you're saying?" he smiled to them.

"You remember the greatest day of our lives, Jimmy?" Victor smiled.

"When we got with Bertha and Helga?"

"Ah the Swedish twins," he rubbed his chin, "Those two had some moves on them...no. the other greatest day."

The younger of the two paused, thinking hard before he gasped, "When Nestlé was founded!"

"And Hershey's, chocolate with almonds,"

"Hot chocolate."

"The kisses."

Wraith raised a brow to the two as they fondly swooned over chocolate and shook his head, "Never met a grown man who held candy on the same pedestal as sex. Let alone two."

"They're from the Era of the pilgrims, no one probably had sex," Wade commented.

"Pretty sure puritans arrived before 1880," Bradley commented, "Other than the high rise of two major candy corporations was anything else worth noting in your years as fascinating or impressive?"

"Plenty was impressive," Logan shrugged, "The evolution of the stove, first car, all great stuff."

"Don't forget indoor plumbing," Victor noted, "No more need for a chamber pot or having to go outside."

"Indoor pots are the best," Logan agreed, "With real bathtubs instead of tins. And bubble bath."

"And the time you tarnished our tub making moonshine."

"And it was delicious," he nodded.

"Listening to you two is like two old men reminiscing of the good ole days," Fred smirked.

"They are old men," Zero marked, polishing his gun.

Stryker stepped in, "Happy to see you're all getting along well. Always good to have some helping hands. Get comfortable because we have work to do."

"All work and no play makes Wade utterly dead and bored with the goings on. Not too mention it's difficult for the writer to come up with different actiony scenarios," the swordsman commented.

"Who or what are you talking about?" Logan raised a brow.

"The chick writing this fanfiction." he said like it should be obvious.

"Ignore him. He likes to hear himself talk." John told the two.

"Clearly…"