(Locations are highlighted to help scene swaps. You can thank Evolution-500 for the suggestion. Anyway, enjoy.)
"Mama, will you tell me about Papa again?" A young boy asked, looking up at his mother, a blanket pulled up to his chin as his mother finished tucking him in.
The boy had eyes the color of emeralds and messy curls of mossy-colored hair. His mother was a short woman who had passed her genetics onto her son. Most of them, anyway.
The woman smiled down at her son, putting her hand on his cheek. Her only child, her greatest treasure.
"Your Papa is a difficult man to describe, but he's a good man. He protects people like him, who just want to live in peace." She told him, wondering which story she should tell him tonight.
"Papas a hero!" The child told her, getting excited but being gently shushed.
"He's one of the best in the world, brave but temperamental, and if he cared for you, he could be sweet and kind. His life has been very hard, and to protect us, he left so no bad people would find ever us."
The boy seemed to hang onto every word. Even through his sleepiness, he'd heard them enough times that he knew them by heart.
"When will Papa come back?" He asked her, his eyes drooping as he yawned.
"When you're ready, Izuku." She told him softly, his eyes closing.
Standing gently, she moved to leave the room, but his voice called to her. "Mama?"
"Yes?"
"What's Papas' name?"
She smiled softly at her treasure. "Logan." She told him before turning off the light.
The kitchen
The woman walked around their small apartment, cleaning and making sure everything was in its place. Their home wasn't perfect, but it was the only one that they had, and she wasn't going to let it get dirty on her watch.
Washing the dishes was her time to unwind, the mundane task letting her relax her mind. But tonight, she thought of her husband, wondering when he'd come for them. Their son was growing so quickly, it was only a matter of time.
Perhaps if she hadn't been so lost in thought, she might have been able to spot the reflection of a stranger wearing a black ski mask and long coat in the window sooner, before a click came from behind her, bringing her back to her sense.
God, how she had prayed this would never happen. But she would not let anyone take her son without a fight.
Grabbing a kitchen knife that was resting in the water, she turned to stab at the stranger, getting them in the shoulder and grabbing at the gun in the their hands, wrestling with them for a few seconds before it went off, and she opened her mouth before falling to the ground, the light fading from her eyes, blood pooling around her.
"Mama?" A small voice called, rubbing his eyes with a plush of a buff blonde man in his tiny arms, finding the horrific scene in front of him, and not yet taking it all in.
"Who are you?" He asked, looking up at stranger before spotting his mother, the plush falling out of his hands, fully awake now as he cried out in anguish, three bone claws popping out from his knuckles.
With a growl, he leaped at the stranger, getting caught and thrown at the wall, before gas was wafted over to him, seemingly coming from the strangers own body.
"Goodnight." The stranger spoke as the boy got to his legs shakily, just to pass out from the gas in a heap against the wall.
Pulling out a phone, the stranger made a call
"This is M. The package is ready for transportation."
An unknown location
Izuku found himself strapped to a table, struggling in vain, but he was too weak to break free and too scared to sit there without trying. Where was his Mama? He just wanted his Mama.
Remembering what had happened, his fear became grief, sobbing for someone to help him, to protect and save him.
A door opened, and a woman with long dark purple hair wearing dark clothes walked over, making sure to keep far enough away from his claws should he pop them out.
"Hush, it's okay. You're okay." She told him, signaling some unseen person to release him, as soon as he was free, he curled up in a ball, sobbing still.
"You've been through something no child ever should have to be. But the people here, they want to help you. They want to make sure you're strong and safe, but most importantly, they want to help you get revenge on the man who did this." She told him with sincerity in her voice, reaching out to wipe his cheek of tears as he leaned into the comforting touch, sniffing and wiping his eyes.
"You know who killed my Mama?"
Nodding, the woman pulled a photo from her pocket, a grizzled man with sideburns smoking a cigar and wearing a yellow and blue suit.
"The American hero, Wolverine." She told him softly, and at the age of four, Izuku Midoriya made a decision.
"How do I beat him?"
Eleven years later
For the next eleven years, Izuku trained, undergoing grueling workouts and experiments that would kill most people. But most people didn't heal from their wounds or have a mutated X gene. Most people didn't undergo procedures to make their mutant abilities more powerful.
Now fifteen, Izuku was stronger, faster, and more deadly than he had ever dreamed of being. But when he was done with the Wolverine, he'd pray for death, and Izuku would oblige him.
"Rev my engine 'til you make it purrrr
Keep it kinky, but I come first~" Sang the teen, walking into a meal room, earbuds turned up, and a grin on his face.
"Kesha, you've done it again. Dropping a banger like we wouldn't listen." He mused, smelling someone familiar.
"Nemuri!" He called, waving to the older woman with a laugh. It had been so long since he'd seen her. She'd stopped visiting as often as of late.
"Izuku, look at you. How did the graft go?" She asked, looking over from the scientist she'd been speaking with, shooing them away.
Popping out his claws, they made a "snikt" sound, no longer just bone, but blades of metal.
"Check it out." He told her, and he had to admit, having metal on his bones had helped in training. Broken bones healed, but it slowed him down. Now, he was able to keep going for much longer.
She admired the metal for a moment, nodding thoughtfully. "Impressive. If I had to guess, I'd say you're almost ready." She told him, patting his cheek as his claws retracted.
"Any day now." He agreed, spotting food and abandoning their conversation. First he'd eat, then he'd train. That was his life, and he was by no means going to mess it up. If the Weapon-J program dropped him, he would have to figure out how to kill Wolverine on his own, and he wasn't too keen on that idea.
"Midoriya!" Someone yelled, forcing the teen to pull his face out of his bowl of rice and fish, looking around for who'd called him.
"Yes!?" He replied, picking a piece of rice off his cheek and tossing it into his mouth as a man in a military uniform and patches that Izuku recognized as those of a General walked over to the table. A short, sensible haircut and angry purple eyes glaring down at the teen before speaking.
"Get ready to move out. It's been decided that you've reached your peak potential in the lab. Now, it's time for you to show us why we entrusted billions of yen worth of research and development into you."
Time to go and kill the Wolverine? It was finally time for him to get his revenge?
"Sir, yes, sir! I'm ready to move out immediately!" Izuku exclaimed, saluting the man he'd seen only on rare occasions with his left hand.
"Good enthusiasm, but that's the wrong hand to salute with son." The General told him coldly, turning away and moving to speak with a group of scientists.
"I knew that. I was just testing if you knew that." Izuku mumbled, a little embarrassed, but he was too excited to stay embarrassed for long. He was finally going to fulfill the one goal he had in life.
Back of an aircraft
Riding in the back of a military aircraft wasn't as glorious as he envisioned, but Izuku didn't mind a little discomfort for the sake of his mission. Although he didn't like the weird helmet they had him wear. Wasn't the metal in his head enough to protect him from psychic attacks? The rest of the suit, however, he liked. It was designed to withstand attacks from the Wolverine. It wouldn't last forever, maybe a few swipes, but it meant he had an advantage over the hero.
"We'll be handing you off to the American Division. Do not disappoint us or I assure you we can remove the metal from your body even easier than we put it in." The General told him, Izuku smiling towards him.
"Don't worry. If I fail, I suspect I'll be dead anyway." He told him as the back of the aircraft opened
"What, no parachute?" Izuku asked as he slowly made his way over to the edge.
"No." The General answered, watching the boy take a few steps back before running and jumping out of the back of the plane.
A forest in rural New York
"Hey, we're supposed to be picking up a package from the Japanese Division today, but so far, there's nothing. What gives?" A soldier with full body armor asked, his face hidden and muffled by a helmet.
"No idea, but keep your eyes peeled." Another soldier told him, his weapon at the ready as screaming was slowly came into earshot, before it stopped as something crashed into the ground near them.
"That's probably it." The first soldier spoke, both he and his partner walking over to where a teen was laying in a crater, grinning up at them before standing.
"So, you're the American Division? Well, let's get moving." Izuku spoke while dusting himself off.
"Christ, I hate these supe-types." The second soldier mumbled, leading the young man to their convoy.
Strykers Convoy
"General Stryker, sir! The package has arrived!" The first soldier called out, saluting the man while Izuku looked over a man with white hair and a business suit in the middle of the woods. Weird, but he once watched his hand regrow from a nub, so who was he to judge on weirdness?
"Point me in the right direction, and I'll hunt down the Wolverine." Izuku told him, ready for the fated fight for vengeance.
"Easy there, son. It's a long way to the Wolverine, so you'll ride with us until we get there." Stryker told him, and Izuku wanted so badly to argue, but he was raised a soldier, no, a weapon, and weapons didn't argue.
"Sir, Yes, Sir!" He told him, saluting with his right hand.
"Now, now, none of that from you. You're not one of my men, so you don't need to act like one, understand Come on, you'll ride with me, and I'll give you the rundown of the Wolverine and his allies."
As they approached the Wolverines location, Izuku had learned that it wasn't just one mutant that he might need to kill. Not that he had a problem with that. Sure, he captured his targets alive in the past, but killing was a small price to pay for his righteous fury.
"You ready, son? My men won't be going in. Bullets don't do much against these people." Stryker told him, Izuku staring at the pictures of the people in front of him. The main X-Men and students who stuck around the school.
"I'm ready, sir." He replied, the truck coming to a stop.
"Then go get 'em, Claws." Stryker told him, giving him a little nickname and watching Izuku get out and start walking into the city.
The surrounding area of Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters
"This is private property. Please leave, or police will be notified." An automated message repeated, getting on Izukus nerves. Was this how they treated visitors, or prevented them?
Izuku smelled something awful, facing a cloud of purple-redish smoke that made a "Bamf" sound, a blue demon looking man, a teen girl with a shaved head, and a brunette with her hair put up in a ponytail. Kirk, Kitty, and Eloise.
"You can't hear that? It's private property, asshole." Eloise called out, looking bored with him.
"This is Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters, correct? I am gifted and a youngster." Izuku replied, popping out his claws and smiling.
"What, are you a clone of Wolverine? We see like seven of you a year." Kitty told him, looking unimpressed, even if Izuku could smell her slight fear.
"Clone? Me? No, I'm his long-lost son, looking for my Papa. Now, you gonna let me in?" The green haired teen asked, getting tired of them. But killing all the X-Men would be way harder than just Wolverine, so he kept his calm for now.
"Uh, could we have a moment?" Kirk asked in a thick German accent, speaking into a communication device and waiting on a reply.
"Would you be willing to lose your armor, freund?" He asked, watching Izuku retract his claws.
"Everything but the helmet. I'm not exactly comfortable with anyone reading my mind." He told the trio, quickly down to his boxer shorts and smiling still.
"Kirk, get him some pants." Kitty told the blue man, who disappeared and reappeared in a matter of seconds, tossing a pair of sweatpants to him.
"Ooh~, I think I have a pair of these at home." Izuku sang as he dressed himself, taking a couple of steps forward before Kitty held up a hand to stop him.
"You've got permission to come inside the grounds, but if we think that you're a threat, we won't hesitate to take you down."
Izuku felt his grin grow before he laughed, slapping his knee as he looked her in the eyes. She was a real threat and had the power to be a real challenge. But to outright threaten him was hilarious.
"I'd expect nothing else from you, Miss Pride."
The main grounds of the school
Xaviers School for Gifted Youngsters, a place where mutants could live in relative peace. More than they could if they were living among humans, at least. Beautiful, serene, and before Izuku showed up, mostly quiet.
"God, what have you done?
You're a pink pony girl
And you dance at the club
Oh mama, I'm just having fun
On the stage in my heels
It's where I belong down at the
Pink Pony Club
I'm gonna keep on danci-" Izuku sang, a little bummed that he didn't have his earbuds or phone to play music on, but he wouldn't let that get him down too much. He was so close to his target that he was almost shaking in anticipation.
"Do you ever shut up?" Kitty asked, clearly annoyed with him. She usually only saw this level of annoying from Deadpool. Why couldn't Izuku act like Lauren or Logan?
"Care to shut me up?" Izuku replied, Kirk laughing at the Izukus antics. This kid was nothing like Logan, and he was here for it, thoroughly entertained.
"Men, always thinking with their heads, and not their brains." Eloise spoke sarcasticly, disgust mixed in as she rolled her eyes at him.
Izuku thought for a moment, wondering what to joke back, before he a sly grin took his face and he held his hand to his forehead dramatically.
"Ma'am. I am singing Chappell Roan, and you think I'm concerned with women? Oh, honey, I'm gonna hold your hand when I explain that men can love men." He told her, watching her narrow her eyes and raise an eyebrow.
"You're gay? Congrats, you didn't set off my homo-detector." Still sarcastic, but less disgusted by him.
"Gay? Not I. I just love, no need for labels. It complicates life." He told her, finding it much easier to gain their trust than he had thought this would be.
"Da, but the Professor is waiting. Explaining can wait until later." A metal man spoke, standing at an impressive seven foot seven inches. At least according to the notes Stryker had. Still, he was a giant even among mutants.
Izuku stretched and faced the three who'd walked him this far. "Oh me, oh my, my time to see the famed professor is here. Wish me luck. See you later, Kirk, Eloise." His eyes met Kitty's, and he smiled. "Miss Pride."
Professor Xs' Office
The metal man, Colossus, opened the door and walked inside, Kitty walking through the door, while Kirk teleported up onto a bookshelf to watch.
"Oh, so you let me be dramatic for no reason?" Izuku asked, noticing that only one of them hadn't followed him inside, while a man in a wheelchair sat there with his hands clasped expectantly before moving his chair over to get a look at Izuku.
"Forgive them. They're just a bit cautious. We see many clones, but children of Wolverine are a rare occurrence, and usually they attempt to kill. Tell me, aside from the obvious, why did you seek him out?" Charles asked, kind and patient with the boy.
"Because, sir, Wolverine killed my mother, and I intend to kill him. Fair and square, one on one." Izuku replied, grinning at the man in the chair.
"I'm afraid, without proof of the ordeal, I simply can't allow you to do that." Charels told him, unsurprised with the declaration of war against his old friend.
"You want proof? Take it." The teen told him, tossing off his helmet and staring at the bald headed man.
"Are you certain, child? To invade ones mind is to invade their very being." He told him, but Izuku said nothing, only kneeling down and putting his arms behind his back.
"There's no shame or secrets for me to hide." The boy spoke, and Charles moved closer, putting his hands to the boys head and watching his life, watching the moment Wolverine, hero and X-Man, killed his lover in cold blood, before knocking out his son and leaving him for dead too.
As he memory ended, Izuku blacking out, Wolverines jeans and undershirt became dark clothing, before returning to what he'd had on.
"My God. What have they done to you?" Charles asked, going through his memories, of torturous pain and experiments, but none of these memories were tainted by his pain or sadness, just joy at the thought of one day being able to kill Wolverine.
Pulling his hands away, Charles looked at Izuku with tears in his eyes, just having shared the memories enough to bring him great pain, leaving him short of breath.
"Child, I have faith in Logan, and your memories, while painful as they were, have been tampered with." The old man explained, once he'd caught his breath.
Izuku thought about it, silenced as he tried to get ahold of his emotions. There weren't supposed to be any hiccups. If the X-Men didn't let him kill Wolverine, it was his job to kill the X-Men and then Wolverine.
"That's not possible." Izuku finally spoke, but he didn't move to get up. He was drained, mostly emotionally, and needed a moment.
"It is. At some point, pretty much every super powered being gets hypnotized or mind controlled. It's not even that hard for humans to do." Kitty told him quietly, and he shook in anger. He'd watched his mother die. The memory was there. But he wanted to trust them. He wanted to have knowledge that the person he killed really was his mother's murderer.
Finally, he stood, looking at Xavier and his X-Men. They were his best shot at the truth.
"If that's true, then there's a chance Wolverine didn't kill her. And if that's true, my priorities change. So, can you help me?" He asked them, pride out the window. Besides, he wasn't so stupid to think Weapon-J wouldn't have some backup in case he went rouge.
"There may be someone who can reveal what's hidden from you, but I can't guarantee it will be painless." Charles told him, and Izuku sighed dramatically.
"Is anything in this world painless, Charlie Brown?" He asked, the helmet clamping shut loudly, Izuku picking it up looking inside, spiked clamps making him laugh when he noticed the spikes were a shiny silver color, compared to the steely grey of the rest of the metal. That was a pretty good backup. Too bad they hadn't considered he'd willingly take the helmet off.
"Ooh, adamantium tipped spikes. They wanted me dead." He hummed as a claw popped out, slicing the helmet apart and pulling out a listening device.
"Who is trying to kill you?" Colossus asked, picking up the bits of helmet and examining them.
"Same people who gave me adamantium covered bones. The Japanese Division of Weapon-X. Home." He told them, crushing the listening device in his hand, claws retracting.
"Kinda makes me more inclined to believe you about my memory being jacked up." He joked before looking for a trash can, throwing the broken device away.
"If I were to proclaim you a dummkopf, would you believe me?" Kirk asked, but Izuku shrugged lightly.
"I like to believe I used them more than they used me." The greenette replied, letting all the new information sink in.
Charles put two fingers to his head and sent a message out to someone, and Izuku wondered who he'd called. Maybe it was one of the more brainy X-Men.
"Does he do that often?" Izuku whispered, looking at Colossus, who nodded and put a finger to his lips, ironically making a slight metallic ding sound.
"Do not worry, child. I was only reaching out to an acquaintance who can help you." Charles told him, and Izuku stood there for a moment, rocking on his heels impatiently.
"You guys got food? Or an extra shirt?" The teen asked, moving to a bookcase and reading the spines, pulling out a copy of The Hobbit instead of waiting on an answer.
"Man, finally something older than you." He joked with Charles, opening the book and taking a seat.
"He acts like Logan if he was nicer." Kitty joked, but Izuku lifted his left hand and popped his middle claw out at her.
"I take it back. You're both assholes."
Sitting there with a smug look on his face, Izuku read silently until he realized that they were all still standing there, staring at him. "What?
"What's your name?" Kitty asked, and Izuku wondered how long it was going to take before they realized he hadn't told them.
"Midoriya Izuku, son of Inko." He replied, not looking up from the book.
"How old are you?" She pressed, and he sighed, taking a slip of paper to hold his place as he shut the book.
"Fifteen. I spent eleven years in the custody of Weapon-J, which doesn't even stand for Japan. It stands for Jump for some reason." He replied, putting the book down as a new smell reached him. Whatever it was, it was new. It was creamy and earthy.
"What will you do if Logan did not do it?" Colossus asked, and Izuku found himself at a loss for words before he shrugged.
"I dunno. Join the X-Men, get to know the other kids you mentioned he has. Maybe get to know him. But I'm telling you now, if he killed her, I swear that anyone who gets in the way gets gutted, got it?"
Colossus nodded, and Izuku picked the book back up as an orange circle filled with strange symbols appeared, and a man with a goatee and hair that was graying at the edges floated into the room.
"You're not the one I smell. But you have a weird smell, like you've been around me, but not quite me. It's kind of like me mixed with grass. And moldy books, " the teen told the newcomer, who offered a hand to him.
"That is because I've just helped one of your universal counterparts get back to his reality. Strange fellow, not unlike yourself." He told him, and Izuku caved, shaking his hand.
"What's your name?"
The stranger smiled and shook back before pulling away. "Doctor Steven Strange, but please, just Dr. Strange is fine." He told him, a book coming into existence.
"Are you prepared to endure pain beyond pain for your memories?"
Izuku nodded. The sooner he got to the bottom of this, the sooner he could figure out what he was doing with life.
"And is whatever you're gonna do effect anyone else here? I'm sure old Charlie Boy is covered, but the rest of these guys probably aren't the most powerful telepath on the planet." Izuku asked, Strange shaking his head and relieving Izuku of any worry. Whatever happened now was on the doctor and those who stayed.
"Will my body be able to move? Sometimes, when I'm having a bad dream, I rage out in my sleep. I've torn many a teddy bear to shreds." He informed, and Strange thought about it for only a moment before offering a solution.
"There is a slim chance, but I can cast a spell to make you immobile if you'd like." He offered, and Izuku thought carefully. Shit, this would be a cakewalk compared to the Weapon-J daily routine.
"I'm ready, Doc."
Strange began to speak in a language Izuku couldn't understand, floating in a circle as wind blew around the room, blowing papers around as Izuku felt his body lock up.
"Step one, complete. But I must hurry if I am to get into your memories." Strange spoke, poking Izuku in the forehead and pushing him deep inside his own mind.
Inside the mind of Izuku
Memories he pushed down, pain he'd bottled up, moments he wanted to forget, all of them passing by as he fell. Was this his own mind or just hell?
"Where you go, I can not follow, but I will be here, watching over your body." Strange called, his voice getting quiet until it disappeared entirely, and Izuku landed painfully into a hallway back at the Weapon-J facility. The one he walked every morning.
"Okay... takin' a trip down memory lane. This can't possibly hurt as much as Strange said. I mean, I'm already here." He mused, talking to himself as he walked the hall. It was a nice, neat, organized place he knew very well.
Easy to navigate or not, he jogged to as he went. The entire place felt weird, like he shouldn't be here. Well, technically, he shouldn't. It was only thanks to Strange that he was.
There was a door at the end of the hallway, which should have led to his bedroom, but as Izuku opened it, he saw himself in the place he'd woken up so many years ago, looking up at Nemuri, who comforted him in his worst moment.
"I'm close, but where's a little further back?" He pondered aloud, the memory slowly moving in reverse now as he watched, Nemuri walking backward out of the room as the scene shifted into what he remembered before that.
In the dining room where he'd seen his mother die, Wolverine, the memory shifting for a half second into a stranger in all black, back to Wolverine catching his son and then throwing him to where Izuku discovered his mother.
"Can I pause this?" He asked out loud, the seen stopping. Great, he had control here. Made sense, it was his own head he was in.
"Okay, let's see that glitch again." He spoke, the scene speeding up and stopping at the person in black. Not Wolverine, no claws, and not what he remembered. But he remembered the eyes staring at the younger version of him.
"Play memory from the beginning." He spoke, the memory fixed now, his younger self coming to see why his mother was being so loud, only to watch the woman in black shoot her.
He popped his claws out and stabbed the memory murderer, but slicing through since it was just memory. It didn't do much, not even making him feel a little better.
"Well, as long as I'm here... goodbye, mom. You deserved better." Izuku, older, mentally tired, and kneeling next to the memory of his mother, told her softly, feeling tears in his eyes before a few fell.
Wiping his cheeks, he stood and looked up at the ceiling, calling out for the magic man above.
"Okay, I'm ready to go, Doc!"
For a moment, he thought nothing happened before the world melted, and like a fish on a line, he was pulled out of his own mental world, back to reality.
Back in Professor Xaviers office
Grinning at the heroes around him, seeing pity in their eyes, he wondered what happened while he was under.
"You talk in your sleep." Strange told him, and Izukus smile slipped, his mask fell, before he sighed and slouched in the chair.
"I need to get back to Japan. I've got some business there, and then you'll only hear for me when Christmas time rolls around, and I remind you I'm broke and want presents." He told them, standing and stretching.
"If you are seeking revenge, then you will find no comfort in the death of those who hurt you. Let us help, and make sure this Weapon-J program does not hurt any more children." Colossus told him, putting a hand on his shoulder and trying to bring the boy back to the light. He seemed like a good young man, still able to choose goodness.
"Nah, I'm gonna slice my mother figure into pieces and burn the compound to the ground. Nothing an X-Man or wizard guy should see." He told them while the same smell from earlier wafted into his nostrils. Chocolate? Coffee?
"Wizard man, you can teleport, right? Can you teleport me?" He asked, his attention turning to Strange.
"I can, but I will not. Think for a moment. If you destroy a base, another will pop up. If you let the allies you have help you, they will find where Weapon-J ends and expose them." Strange told him, and while Izuku wasn't the smartest, he had to admit, the wizard had a point.
"We want to help mein freund. If they are willing to do all that to you, what are they doing to other children at other sites?" Kirk asked him, and that sealed the deal.
"General Stryker and roughly thirty of his men are in the city." Izuku told them, the scent getting stronger, before the door opened and there stood the Wolverine, legendary hero and X-Man, cigar in his lips.
"Huh, thought you'd be taller." Izuku mused, taking in his costume. Just like he picture, blue and yellow, but now with a cowl that had pointy pieces that looked almost like hair.
"Thought I smelled moldy books. What're you doin' here Strange?" Logan asked, ignoring the strange teen in front of him.
"It's getting a bit crowded here. If you need help, you know how to reach me, Charles." Strange told them, moving his hand in a circle and making a portal to escape into.
"Really? All the people we know and you called Strange?" Logan asked Charles before looking at the green haired teen standing there and staring at him.
"I know you?" The grizzled older man asked, and even if his memories showed Wolverine killing his mother, he knew otherwise. So why was speaking so hard now? His father was innocent.
"Uh, you knew my mother, a woman name Inko." He told him after a moment, when he was able to push the words through, watching Logans' every movement, before Logan sniffed twice, smelling the woman he once loved and his own self in the boy.
"How's your mother?" Logan asked, the look on Izukus face answer enough.
"You blame me? You want to kill me?" He continued to question, and Izuku didn't know how to tell him everything that happened.
"Yes. No. I mean, it's complicated. Chuck, you can explain this, right?" He asked, Charles shaking his head.
"I can not speak for you, child. You have to accept this and figure out how to move on."
Cursing under his breath, Izuku clenched his fist and sighed before finally looked Logan in the eye wondering if he got anything besides his mutation from Logan. They seemed so different. They looked so different. But Kitty said they acted alike.
"Weapon-J killed her, messed with my memory so I thought you did it, and then spent the last decade training me to kill you. Doctor Strange let me see that my memories are messed up and fix it, and then you came in while we were planning a takedown of Weapon-J." Izuku told him, wanting so badly to hate him, but for what?
"Prep the X-Jet. Kid and I are gonna take a trip." Logan told the others, putting out his cigar in a flowerpot.
"Logan, do not act rashly." Charles told him, but Logan ignored him, walking towards the door and leaving the room.
"Sorry, Captain Picard, but I'm goin' with the old man. Seems like the best time for a father son outing." Izuku joked, waving with a big smile before running after his father.
(Hey, quick update for grammar and spelling. It's still not the best, but it's much better now. Anyway, Joyride by Kesha and Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan are the songs used in order. 'Kay thanks, bye!)