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A thanks to "alcimines" for letting me use "Down Through the Years"

"Just breathe, Shuri, just breathe" T'Challa said to her sister, who was affected by the beastly fight between Logan and the monsters, but she wasn't the only one, the others were the same, but varying degrees and ways.

With Peter, Lang and Wanda being among the most affected by how brutal the fight was, followed by Tony and Rhodes, the others mainly because of the way Logan fought and the regenerative ability he showed in the face of the various wounds he suffered from vampire attacks.

But they couldn't dig deeper into it because the screen lit up again

Van Helsing, 1926 - Marsella

Carl was long dead. He was killed in Egypt, in a battle with a reanimated mummy. Van Helsing had made a point of bringing Carl back to his native soil for burial. Then he buried Carl with his own hands.

One or the other like Steve gave a gesture of respect for the deceased man in action, as well as noting/accepting/resigning himself that the living mummies were also real.

After a few days of drunkenness, Van Helsing went back to hunting things for the Holy Order. He was alone again. Van Helsing said nothing to his superiors in the Holy Order, but they didn't assign him another partner.

"Do you have a brother?" the nun suddenly asked. She was young and very pretty. And every time she entered his cell to tend his wounds, she stared at Van Helsing.

What the screen showed them was the room in a monastery or church at the time where they could see that Van Helsing was being treated for his injuries.

Van Helsing had taken refuge in a nunnery, waiting for a nasty bite that encompassed most of his right thigh to heal. A madman had been using Dr. Moreau's notes to raise Nile crocodiles and then treat them with strange chemicals to enhance their size and intelligence. It seemed as if the works of Frankenstein, Jekyll, and Moreau never went away. The church had been hunting down copies of their books, notes, and articles for decades now. It was the only form of book-burning that Van Helsing was comfortable with.

"Frankenstein too?" said Falcón before cursing under his breath

"Was the world never normal?" Rhodey wondered, as he mentally wondered how many monsters and stories people read in books were based on things that actually happened, though his face seemed to take on a blank stare for a brief moment

An image of Carl's face appeared in Van Helsing's face when the nun said "brother". He forced it away. He had done his mourning. It was time to respect the memory of those he had lost and move on.

The memory of Anna's peacefully composed face on her funeral pyre made Van Helsing close his eyes and take a deep breath.

"Wife?" Wanda thought aloud

"O lover," Barnes said her

Move on. Those were brave words.

"I had a brother, but he wasn't related by blood," Van Helsing finally said.

The nun nodded and went back to changing the bandage on his leg. Nobody in the nunnery had asked his name, or commented on how quickly his wound was healing, or said anything about the vast array of weaponry that was scattered around his cell. Van Helsing assumed that the orders from the Vatican about the nunnery's strange guest had been quite strict.

With the scattered weaponry and how sophisticated some things seemed to be for the time, Lang again thought that the church kept the advance of science and technology hidden

Others, on the other hand, focused on the narration about how quickly the man healed

"Hereditary?" Steve commented, comparing the capabilities of the two men who looked quite alike and apparently one was descended from the other.

"Maybe," Natasha replied

"Why do you ask?" Van Helsing pressed, trying to use conversation to ignore the pain.

The nun met Van Helsing's eyes. They were blue, he noticed. And her skin was quite fair. He couldn't tell for sure because of the headgear she wore, but he suspected that she had blonde hair.

"There was a man I knew," the nun said softly. "He was a soldier. It was before I became a nun..."

She suddenly broke off. There was a trace of red in her cheeks. Van Helsing wasn't exactly in a smiling mood - most of his thigh had been ripped open - but his lips quirked anyway.

Peter was the most confused by the woman's reaction, while others like Fury snorted or like Tony, let out a slight laugh, understanding the reason for the reaction and blushing the nun

"It must have been very, very sinful," said an amused Tony

"He was a lucky man," Van Helsing said. And he meant it.

The nun efficiently tied off the new bandage and stood up.

"He looked a great deal like you. That's why I asked," she said.

"What was his name?" Van Helsing asked curiously.

"Logan. He was a Canadian soldier. He was about the same age as you are now, but he had a harder face. Otherwise, you two could be twins."

All of them agreed with the nun, because that was what the two men looked like at first glance

With those last words, the nun left the room.

Van Helsing waited until he was sure she was gone, then he took the locket from around his neck and opened it. Carl had made it for him and then left it to Van Helsing in his will. Inside the locket was a miniature reproduction of the portrait of Anna Valerious.

Van Helsing stared at the picture until nightfall made it impossible.

"She's very beautiful" in front of the small portrait, Peter blurted out unintentionally, before blushing when he realized that she said it out loud and getting a couple of amused glances from the other viewers

The others accepted the young man's words at the beauty of Anna Valerious, but that did not prevent them from being amused by the shame/sorrow that the young man clearly reflected

Logan, 1942 - Dieppe

As far as Logan was concerned, the raid on Dieppe was a complete cluster-fuck. The Germans had caught them on the beach and the raiders had nowhere near enough naval and air support. The Germans were dug-in, ready to fight, and pouring out a withering amount of firepower. The raiders had achieved none of their objectives and were unable to get any traction.

Again the projection came back with a not so pleasant view for the youngest of the spectators and less seasoned with the worst things humanity can do.

It reminded Logan a lot of the last war. Except you couldn't dig a trench into a wave-swept, rocky, shoreline.

It was increasingly obvious that a big part of the 2nd Canadian Infantry Division wasn't going to go home.

Before he died, Logan's lieutenant received a radio message. The platoon was supposed to hook up with a squad that was doing some damn-fool thing off to the east of Green Beach. The squad had been shot to pieces and only two of them were left. And for some reason, it was important to get them out. Something about one of the survivors being some sort of intelligence technician.

Steve and Bucky had a brief moment remembering World War II, where some of the missions they undertook were like this, of battles that could influence others, as well as the image of the dead soldiers on the screen.

Logan was a just a corporal, but within a matter of minutes after his platoon tried to move eastward he became the highest ranking man in his unit. The lieutenant and all of the platoon's sergeants were either dead or incapacitated.

What was left of the platoon was taking cover behind a low stone wall. Logan slapped one of his increasingly shell-shocked privates on the shoulder to get his attention.

"Go back! Find a damned boat and get the hell out of here!" Logan yelled as he pointed back the way they had come.

Although there were soldiers, spies and agents among the spectators, no one could reproach the soldiers for obeying the order without hesitation or waiting a single moment, as well as some of them appreciating that Logan is the one who continues with the mission, since with his capabilities seen so far, he was the one who had the best chance of achieving it and surviving

Logan didn't have to say it twice. It was easily the most popular order he had given in his two stints with the Canadian Army. As his soldiers fell back, Logan ducked into a culvert and continued working his way eastward. He might still be able to find what was left of that isolated squad and get them out...

Then the culvert, weakened by shellfire, collapsed under Logan's weight and he crashed down into a cavernous storm drain.

Peter and a few others grimaced at the man's fall and the debris that fell with and on top of him, and if he were a normal man, he wouldn't be so well.

Staggering to his feet, soaked with water and missing his rifle, Logan suddenly realized that he was not alone.

Faced with the loss of the weapon, those trained in war combat, generated some opinions about Logan's fate, but before they could say them, the screen showed them what was with him

The creature was a good seven-foot tall. It resembled a cross between a man, a shark, and a frog. It had a dead German soldier cradled in its arms, and it had just taken a huge bite out of the soldier's neck and shoulder. It seemed to be considering Logan as it gulped down the mouthful that it had just taken from the German.

"What the fuck is that?!" Falcón exclaimed before anyone else, before the strange creature, with several of the others trying to identify it with one they have read or heard of legends or myths.

Logan fumbled for his belt knife, but like his rifle, he had apparently lost it in the fall.

Still staring at Logan with oddly bulbous eyes, the creature dropped the German soldier and hissed out an eager-sounding cry that sounded something like a moaning croak.

"Oh no," Wanda said to the creature's gaze, only for what happened next to make her pale

From deeper in the depths of the storm drain, there was a chorus of return calls.

Hill made a note about researching Dieppe, to know and research about the creatures they were seeing, even if it's already been more than 70 years

Logan snarled a challenge to the creature as he groped in the water for something, anything, that he could use as a weapon. The best he managed to find was a chunk of jagged concrete.

The creature took a step towards Logan, its eyes dead and hungry. Then a pair of deafening shots slammed into the creature's back and spun it around. It collapsed into the dark water on its hands and knees, staining the water an odd shade of red. As it bellowed and struggled to rise, another pair of shots smashed into the back of its head.

Peter jerked a little at the creature's murder, because of how unexpected and fast it happened

A tall figure in a long jacket was perched on a rusty ladder the led into the drain. He had a huge, smoking, revolver in one hand.

For a long, frozen second Logan and Van Helsing stared at one another. The resemblance was uncanny. It was as if they were each looking into a mirror that somehow gave their reflections different clothes.

"You know, this moment fits as an example of everyone have a doppelgänger somewhere," Stark said

"Tony/Stark" respondieron Steve, Rhodey y Clint

"Get out of here!" Van Helsing yelled urgently as he drew another pistol.

Logan didn't argue. He scrambled up a pile of rubble and out onto the above-ground battlefield. As crazy as it sounded, Logan was pretty sure that he was actually safer up there.

He surfaced almost directly into the two survivors of the missing squad. They were hiding behind the same stone wall that had earlier sheltered Logan's soldiers. After a few quick words of yelled explanation, they began crawling back towards Green Beach.

"Did anyone else think it was convenient... or peculiar" Barnes asked at the man's fate when he surfaced

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