Yeah. [ The wood under them is old enough to creak under any weight if it's not placed in the right areas, but Logan's been here enough that he knows exactly where to step to keep the house quiet. They make it from the landing to the top, and he walks towards his old room. ] This house-- hell, all this land belonged to the Howletts.
I'm sure you looked me up. [ He doesn't even pretend like Rogers wouldn't. ] Before I was Wolverine, I was Logan. Before that, I was James Howlett.
[ He opens the door to his bedroom. There's a huge bed in there, and even a fireplace for when little Jimmy had multiple bouts with fever and a million other sicknesses. Logan crinkles his nose a bit at the dust, but goes to that fireplace without much hesitation. ]
You can sit if you want. [ Pause. ] Sorry about the dust.
[ And from atop the mantle, he picks up a biscuit tin. Screwing it open, his back to Rogers, he pulls out an incredibly old photograph and hands it the other man's way with a single command: ] Be careful.
[ Because the picture's old, and the material it was printed on a little flimsy in its age, and on it is Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers-- in military uniform, not Captain America uniform-- and Logan himself, looking exactly the same as he does now (save for the longer, wavy hair). They're standing by a booth at one of those speakeasies, and Steve is smiling while Logan looks away from the camera. Bucky looks surprised, like he can't believe the picture was taken, and one hand is positioned to show he'd been poking at Logan's arm up until that snap. ]
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BECAUSE YOU DUMPED THIS ASSHOLE ON ME AND YOU HAVE TO SUFFER FOR IT
I'm sure you looked me up. [ He doesn't even pretend like Rogers wouldn't. ] Before I was Wolverine, I was Logan. Before that, I was James Howlett.
[ He opens the door to his bedroom. There's a huge bed in there, and even a fireplace for when little Jimmy had multiple bouts with fever and a million other sicknesses. Logan crinkles his nose a bit at the dust, but goes to that fireplace without much hesitation. ]
You can sit if you want. [ Pause. ] Sorry about the dust.
[ And from atop the mantle, he picks up a biscuit tin. Screwing it open, his back to Rogers, he pulls out an incredibly old photograph and hands it the other man's way with a single command: ] Be careful.
[ Because the picture's old, and the material it was printed on a little flimsy in its age, and on it is Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers-- in military uniform, not Captain America uniform-- and Logan himself, looking exactly the same as he does now (save for the longer, wavy hair). They're standing by a booth at one of those speakeasies, and Steve is smiling while Logan looks away from the camera. Bucky looks surprised, like he can't believe the picture was taken, and one hand is positioned to show he'd been poking at Logan's arm up until that snap. ]