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[adamantiumloner]

When Logan saunters in in uniform he's not really expecting the bar. But, since it's here he pushes back the mask and heads for the counter, parking himself on a stool.

Bar provides a beer and he hunches over to nurse it.

To go by the grime on the costume he's post tangling with someone or something, but since the clothing is still intact and he's not covered in say blood or blackened with char things weren't all that terrible.

Which is to say he's probably approachable.

Well, as approachable as Logan gets, anyways.

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[no_more_hiding]

When Hank enters, he can't help but notice the strongest sense of déjà vu as he approaches Bar and finds Logan. At least this time he's not wearing the fedora, having left it behind. The trench coat is still present and Hank is a little more warn this time as well.

He also smells of old blood, not his own, and he's bathed since, but somethings you can't hide from Logan.

"A beer please. Budweiser?"

[adamantiumloner]

Logan catches the scent but doesn't give much reaction until Hank orders.

"Don't give him that," he drawls with distaste. "Give him a Molson."

If he's going to drink cheap beer it might as well be Canadian.

[no_more_hiding]

He's tempted to argue but just doesn't have the pep.

"Very well, Molson." Honestly, he doesn't know beer well and was ordering by advertising. Turning to Logan, he asks, "Why Molson?"

[adamantiumloner]

"It's Canadian." Which is reason enough.

He lifts his own beer and looks Hank over.

"What's got you drinkin' shitty beer?"

[no_more_hiding]

Hank looks at the bottle, suddenly doubting his life decisions.

"I didn't mean to chose bad beer, it just picked one I knew." Yes, Hank just avoided saying shitty.

"I got into a bad situation. Helped some girls who'd been kidnapped, but I fear I nearly lost myself and nearly killed someone."

[adamantiumloner]

"It'll still do the trick," he says, nodding at that bottle.

Setting his glass down, he listens.

"What happened?" he asks, the question coming without the gruff attitude.

[no_more_hiding]

Hank picks at the label of the beer as he decides how much he wants to share. Oddly enough, he finds he wants to tell someone and since Logan is here.

"I am currently on sabbatical from the mansion and traveling in the South. It happens some girls went missing and I decided to investigate. The girls were blacks and so the police weren't putting too much effort into it."

He pauses for a drink. "I found them. Tied up and with the captures preparing to do things I will not repeat."

"I am afraid the only thing that saved those mens' lives were the girls. They did not need to see any more horrors that day."

Another drink. "And now I am left with the realization that I am capable of killing. I find it does not sit well."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan frowns as Hank goes through it, the edges becoming harsher as Logan hears the details.

The grip on his glass is tight by the end and there's an ache in his knuckles at the thought of the scene and the scumbags Hank encountered.

Personally Logan would have gutted them, but that's not something Hank needs to hear right now.

"Havin' it not sit well says a lot," he says at last. "So does being able to make that decision in the moment like you did."

[no_more_hiding]

"I...I didn't want them to see a monster." Driving goal of his life there.

"I made certain they got home safely after that." He finds a malicious grin before continuing. "And I was sure there was plenty of evidence left for the police. I may have had to doctor some of it to show they were planning to kidnap a white child for it to matter to those police."

Hank isn't so quite comfortable with that last bit. More for the need than the doing. He knew it was right, but hates that the police were turning a blind eye that needed directing.

"I fear the poor fellows may end up in the institution for the criminally insane. What with their talk of a blue monster who attacked them."

[adamantiumloner]

"Considerin' what they deserve they outta be glad t'see the inside of the funny farm," he growls.

"Racist assholes." He takes a long drink from his beer, then sets the empty glass on the counter for a refill.

"Sounds like y'did a good job, kid."

[no_more_hiding]

Hank sighs and nods. The praise does feel good, he just wishes there had been a better option than maiming and nearly killing.

"Thank you. I do appreciate it." He takes another sip of the beer. "Not to be ungrateful, but is there a better beer you might suggest?"

The dangers of heightened senses, cheap beer taste even worse.

[adamantiumloner]

"I suggest a shot of somethin'." Considering what Hank has just dealt with. "But if you wanna stick with beer."

He raps on the counter and Bar produces a glass of what Logan's drinking. It's still Canadian, but much better than what Hank has, especially with their heightened senses.

[no_more_hiding]

"I think it best I stick with beer. I'm still new to drinking," Hank replies, his voice self-chiding. He takes a pull off the new beer and likes it much better.

After another moment, he turns to Logan. "Is there any fighting that aims to incapacitate?"

Caught in the irony of his desire to fight but not harm, Hank is at a lose for words.

[cutting_edgex23]

There is another person wearing yellow and blue in the bar this evening.

X, who also has her mask hanging down her back, approaches Logan from the left.

Silently.

"Wolverine."

She is a lot less grimy than he is.

"Hello."

[adamantiumloner]

He doesn't turn until she speaks up, but the way he does it says he's unsurprised by her presence.

What she's wearing, though, does get an arched eyebrow.

"New duds?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes."

She studies him for a moment, head tilted very slightly.

"SHIELD is less likely to mistakenly fire on me. When I wear them."

[adamantiumloner]

He cants his head in turn.

"Yeah? Yer workin' with SHIELD now?" he asks, leaning back on an elbow on the counter and taking a drink of his beer.

[cutting_edgex23]

"When it is things like Fin Fang Foom."

X does not sigh. Or roll her eyes.

"Or when Captain America is being stupid and trying to arrest people before they do terrible things."

That was a very frustrating day.

"I do not think he knows what 'self-fulfilling prophecies' are. And I do not know why he did not talk to Ruth. About visions. And how they work."

It is really too bad Destiny remains dead. She would have schooled them all in that kind of stuff.

[adamantiumloner]

He cants his head a little further, eyes narrowing on her slightly.

"Do I even wanna know?" About any of it.

[cutting_edgex23]

"No."

X's voice is flat.

"Everyone is stupid. And neither of us are allowed to kill them."

A pause.

"I would like a root beer float. Please."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan nudges a stool out for her with his foot and raps on the counter, "Darlin'?"

When the float appears he salutes X with his beer and takes a long pull.

"So things are crap at home, how's life treatin' you here?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X settles on the indicated stool, head tilting to study Logan.

"I have broken up many fights. That is good."

She's just saying.

"You are okay?"

Several sips of her float will be taken while she waits for Logan's answer.

[adamantiumloner]

He gives her a smirk. "That's right, woman with a badge. Any good tussles?"

To her question he flexes his hand, gloves creaking, knuckles popping, then gives a one-shouldered shrug.

"Still upright an' kickin'." Some days that's an accomplishment.

[cutting_edgex23]

"A man who cannot see beat up Teja. It was not Daredevil."

She does not smile, just takes another sip of her drink.

"I had to separate them. The man's friend came to get me. I like them."

Another, longer pause.

"Kicking is good."

[adamantiumloner]

"Yeah? Huh. Matty's good, this guy better?" he asks.

He nods when she says she likes them, then studies her after that silent note.

There's a lot to be read in the cadence of her words, with sometimes more said in the pauses between words than in the words themselves.

His eyes hold on her, but not with the sharp focus of a glare.

"Everything alright?"