CHAPTER 434 GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER_Canon Fodder

CHAPTER 434 GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER

 “Fucking do it,” I said, staring Emma in the eyes. Struggling not to look at her cleavage. We were in their sister location a few miles away. The sewer mostly brought us to it. The majority of people were split up between safe houses, but I wanted everyone ready to go as soon as possible.

 

 “I’m telling you, he left,” Emma said. 

 

 “You are telling me, that Mao, who built an entire fucking ind, also had the secret to inteary travel, and no one, I don’t know, thought to chase after him? No one else had this secret? Why the hell haven’t we all left this if space travel is so easy?”

 

 “Budget cuts?” Kitty offered. 

 

 “He’s fucking lying,” I said to everyone in the room. All around us were the main fighters left over after the fight with the Sentinels. “The greatest trick the devil ever yed was proving to the world he didn’t exist.”

 

 “Mao really left though,” someone said. “We all saw it on the news.” 

 

 “The self-proimed messiah of mutants left the?” I asked. “Then show me where he went.” 

 

 “Weston, they did get teleported away by aliens and came back on a spaceship,” Kitty said. 

 

 “I don’t fucking care if they bought a junker from some space Jawas. He didn’t fucking leave. Use this dor store Cerebro and look for him, Emma. Look for all of them. I’m going to personally drag every single one of them back here.” 

 

 “Why?” Emma asked. Fear in her voice, but a lot of excitement.

 

 “Cus we are going to kill everyst one of these fuckers,” I said. “I don’t care what it takes. I’m getting Anne back. Each of the mutants they took and enved, we are getting them all and escaping this hell hole. That’s why I need Mao. Wherever he holed up, he will take you all. He is the key.” 

 

 “And if he isn’t here?” Kitty asked.

 

 “Then I’ll n from there,” I said. 

 

 “Uh, who put this guy in charge?” Someone asked. He was one of the fighters close to Hancock. The dark haired beauty eyed me from the edge of the room, silent as I took charge.

 

 “I fucking did. You want the job, talk to my manager,” I pointed at Tabi who meowed. “Now, Emma, get it done. Find them all.” 

 

 “Fine, but I want something out of this,” she said. 

 

 “Whatever you want,” I promised and she smiled wide. Winking at me she put on the Cerebro helmet and it thrummed with power. Energy pouring out of it she sat quietly.

 

 “Oh,” she said in surprise after a minute. 

 

 “Is he there?” I asked. She didn’t answer, but her pause told me all I needed to know.

 —

 I walked up to the snow covered hut. Having gone my maximum speed I made the trip in three hours. Far faster than I had ever traveled before, I was determined to finish this as soon as possible. I wasn’t surprised that they lived here. It was the sort of ce I would expect for the brother and sister.

 “Who goes there?” A booming voice asked from the hut.

 

 “An old friend,” I said, stopping in the six inch deep snow. It took them time but they slowly walked out of the hut, peering out at me. I dropped my hood to reveal my face.

 “Weston?” The blonde asked in surprise. She looked the same as thest time I had seen her. Long blonde hair, smooth skin, but there were more scars on her than before.

 

 “Hey, Illyana, Piotr,” I said with a wave.

 

 “I thought you died,” Illyana saidughing as she ran up to me. I hugged her and returned with the same enthusiasm. 

 

 “Not yet,” I said, frowning as she pulled away. I studied Piotr. He was bigger than thest time I saw him. Musclesyered on muscles he had a huge beard that suited him. 

 

 “No,” he said, reading my mind.

 

 “It’s bad out there. We are nning an attack,” I said. “One to end all attacks.” 

 

 “We did that once,” Piotr said. “It did not end well for our side.” 

 

 “Well this time you have me,” I said. “I don’t care what it takes. We need to get our people out of the camps.” 

 

 “We are not even your people,” Piotr spat. “You are yours hurt-” 

 

 “Piotr!” Illyana spat. “Weston is different, you know that. I know thest fight was bad, but sitting here, waiting to be caught or die? This is no life.” She eyed me, giving me a smile. “If my brother is too chicken, then I will help you.” Piotr opened his mouth, but then closed it. With his sister in danger, I doubted he would stay behind. “What do you need?” 

 

 “You still have ess to Limbo?” I asked. “I think we could use some demons if the drama died on their end.” 

 

 “Ah yes,” Illyana said. “They had asked about you thest time I went. I believe they would be willing to help.” 

 

 “Good, I need everyone I can get,” I said. “Let’s go inside, I’ll walk you through the n.” 

 

 —

 It took another three hours to get to London. The ce was as rainy as I remembered, but at least there was no snow. Finding the specific house took time. Far bigger than I expected it was like a mansion. Just outside the massive city I wondered what kind of old money they had. Surprised that an ancient ninja organization resided there, I dropped in and was immediately attacked by three men.

 

 “Cut the shit,” I said, but they were relentless with the attacks as I knocked them out one by one. I got inside the home and ninja stars were thrown at me. I used Nen and they bounced off but then to my surprise a nen coated kunai was thrown. Catching this one I identified the person that threw it and tossed it back. It stabbed through them and I made my way to the line of them. 

 

 It took time but a line of knocked out ninja followed in my path as I got to the boss room. The higher ups were waiting for me as I got there.

 

 “Honey, I’m home!” I yelled as I opened the doors. Revealing myself to the three leaders, Elektra, Psylocke, and Matilda Murdock stared at me with open mouths as they slowly dropped their guards.

 

 “We thought you were dead!” Maddy said. Running past the other two she smiled wide as she jumped up and I caught her. As hot as ever the buxom redheadughed as I held her easily.

 “You thought I could die?” I asked, surprised as I stared into non-milky pupils. “New eyes?” 

 

 “They’re robotic,” she said. “I can turn them off when I really want to.” 

 

 “Nice,” I said, smiling up at her. “What do you think? Am I as handsome as you imagined?”

 

 “No,” she said. “I thought a few years would add age to you. You feel as young as thest time I saw you.” 

 

 “Ah,” I said. “About that…I need your help.” I decided telling her the truth wasn’t in my best interest since I had a schedule to keep. 

 

 “What do you need?” Elektra asked boredly. Maddy and I turned to face her. Psylocke standing next to her, both felt far stronger than thest time I saw them. 

 “I need my secret ninja organization,” I said, dropping Maddy to the ground. She held my hand as I walked to the other two, proving why I chose her to stay close to so long ago. I had been hesitant around her, but I guessed she was serious about me.

 “It’s yours now?” Elektra asked, acting surprised. She radiated power. Whatever god she absorbed had only gotten stronger in my absence, I smiled widely. Ready to prove who was the teacher and who the student.

 

 “It is if I wish it to be,” I said. All the confidence in the world, it was the only thing she respected. “Shall we fight or fuck to see who is stronger?” I asked. “Have you learned anything new, Elektra? Because I have.” 

 

 She stared at me for a moment. “Leave us,” she said to Psylocke. The dark haired beauty hesitated, staring at me for a moment. Then bowing she turned around as another dozen ninjas disappeared out of the room. 

 

 “What do you need?” Elektra asked as she removed the sash wrapping of her clothes. Maddy pped happily as she too began to disrobe. 

 

 “Your best ninjas in America. Tomorrow morning. We strike at dawn,” I said as I removed my hoodie. I was starting to think they didn’t want to fight as the three of us collided. 

 

 “Fine,” Elektra said. “But this time you are putting a baby in me. My goddess wants a strong one.” 

 

 “Sure,” I lied. Despite myck of judgment with Anne, I wasn’t about to leave anyone with a kid. A part of me still had faith that the future me was alive somewhere out in the very wide universe.

 “Me first,” Maddy said. I pulled her to me. Her skin tan, tits perfect and perky, I didn’t hesitate to enter her from the front. Squealing in glee she acted like she missed me for some reason as I sent Sparks into her body stronger than ever.

 —

 I trudged up the mountain. Hardly anyone nearby for miles, I basically had to make my own path. As I stepped on an ice shelf and it began to slide I lifted off. “Why the fuck am I walking when I can fly?” Cursing myself, I had thought the ce was closer, but it was literally on the edge of a cliff. Basically a trailer about to tip over, the two wheel camper was out of ce in the Alps.

 “Cyclops! I havee to answer your riddles!” I yelled to the redneck home. I didn’t hear anything from inside. “Oh mighty Cyclops. What riddles do you ask of me to pass this…pass?” With thest I heard ss bottles clink together as someone woke up. “Oh mighty one eye monster. Please do not terrorize the lowly vigers! They are done sending you more virgins in your lust for someone more pure than yourself!” 

 

 I heard someone cough from inside. Then the distinct sound of a lighter being lit sounded. After a moment someone kicked the door out, revealing the boyscout with a drink in one hand and cigarette in his mouth.

 

 “Fuck. You’re alive?” Scott Summers asked. Wearing his red sunsses he was as strong looking as ever, and honestly way cooler in my book. He had a long brown beard and long hair that made him look like drunk Jesus. 

 

 “Dude, whatever arc you went through, did you good,” I said.

 

 “Good?” He asked. “This looks good to you?” He asked with augh. Puffing the cigarette he sat right there on the stairs of the camper. Shaking his head he groaned. After a moment he looked up at me. “That really you?” 

 

 “Tis I,” I said. “Your favorite student is back to ask his sensei for help.” 

 

 “I was never your fucking sensei,” Scott said. “You sleep with all your sensei’s girlfriends?” 

 

 “What? I didn’t sleep-” 

 

 “Jean told me-or Phoenix or whoever the fuck she was,” Scott said. “Some kind of mindfuck shit.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Not like it matters anymore. She left like everyone else.” Taking a swig of his whiskey I frowned. This was going to be harder than I thought. 

 

 “You’re right,” I said. “I pushed beyond cheating, and I feel bad about it. I…thought she was more like me than you.” 

 

 “She was,” Scott said. “She left too. Off into the universe. She didn’t find you when she became the Phoenix?” 

 

 “I don’t think so,” I said truthfully. “Look Scott, X is dead. A lot of people are dead. I am with thest of the mutants in America. I have a n to break a lot out of the internment camps-” 

 

 “And what? You need me to bitch at like every other time?” Scott asked. “Sorry I don’t have a girlfriend for you to take this time, Weston.” 

 

 “Fuck you,” I spat without meaning to. I held back my anger but he smiled, taking another puff of his cig. “Dude, Jean wasn’t who either of us expected. Xavier mindfucked her way before we did anything. Making her personality change as he hid her powers was dumb. You didn’t fall for Jean. You fell for a figment of X’s imagination.”

 

 “Well it doesn’t matter now,” Scott said. “I gave up this shit a long time ago.” He took another swig. His Haki was telling me that what I was saying wasn’t swaying him. It was time for a different tactic.

 

 “They have Anne,” I said. “I’m not asking for me. I’m asking for your other students. The people that look up to you. I don’t agree with your methods for me, but dude, deep down, you’re a hero. You’re someone people can look up to, not me. I tried getting all the mutants left alive under me and it was one fight after another. I’m not you, I could never be you, and I don’t know what to do.”

 That was mostly true. They didn’t know or care about me, mainly because I looked so young. Scott was the All Might in this world. He had the confidence, experience, and mindset to be that. Even if I had to take the hillbilly version of that, I would.

 

 He stared at me for a while. His Haki going back and forth, causing me to nervously sweat. A lot of people from Anne’s group wanted him with us, and I doubted they would join without him. Eventually Scott shrugged. “Pay me,” Scott said. 

 

 “What?” 

 

 “Pay me,” Scott said. “I’ve been out of the game for a while. I want money for more booze since it refuses to grow on trees. So pay me.” 

 

 I stood ck jawed for a moment andughed. A hearty one, just the kind I needed. “Did you just make a joke?” I asked. “Fine, how much?” 

 

 “$50,000 for one day of work,” he said. 

 

 “$50?! That’s-”

 

 “The going rate,” Scott said. “Cash, right here, before I-” I threw the money at him. He caught it in surprise. Frowning, he started counting it. “Fuck.” 

 

 “I expect Captain America Scott. Not lives in a van Scott.” 

 

 “Is Captain America alive?” He asked. 

 

 “Fuck, they still haven’t found him?” I asked. “Gonna-shit, I don’t have time to look. I’ll fix that when I get back. Let’s go. I’m assuming you can’t mask your presence so I’ll have to carry you to America.” 

 

 “Right now?” He asked, annoyed. 

 

 “I have a day with you. We attack in less than 12 hours,” I said. “Come on, pack your Jack Daniels lunchboc, let’s go.” 

 —

 I dropped Scott as wended outside the building. It was bigger than I expected. About five stories tall, it was arge factory just outside of Paris. Outside the building was arge sign that read WTR.

 

 “What’s this?” Scott asked. He was still a little drunk from the short flight.

 “My business,” I said. “Looks like she moved headquarters to France. Can’t say I me her with how America fucked up.”

 

 “You own a business?” He asked as he followed me inside. “Fucking knew I should have asked for more.” 

 Iughed and a receptionist smiled widely at us. “How can I help you?” The receptionist asked in perfect english. I had expected French, but then remembered my trantion skill. Everything from a humanoid became English for me.

 

 “Yes, I am looking for Gwen Stacy,” I said. 

 

 “Do you have an appointment?” She asked.

 

 “I do not, but she will see me. I am Weston Walker…I own thepany. Or at least half of it anyway.” 

 

 “You…” She slowly looked down then back up. After a moment she dialed a number and whispered into it. Her eyes wide she stood and said, “Yes of course. Please go to the back room there. That is Miss Stacy’sb. You will need this keycard. Shall I escort you?” She passed me a small keycard. 

 

 “I think I can find my way,” I said. “You staying or still drunk?” 

 

 “Bathroom?” He asked. The woman looked confused at him. She heard only him in English, it wasn’t tranted to hernguage for her. 

 

 “Bathroom,” I tranted. 

 

 “Oh yes, that way,” she said pointing. 

 

 “What the-don’t care,” Scott said and ran the way she pointed. I shook my head and headed to where Gwen’sb was. She wasn’t hard to find. Her Spiritual energy distinct, she was busy studying something under a microscope.

 “Fucking nerd,” I said loudly as I walked over to her.

 “Hmm?” She asked.

 “I said you’re still a fucking nerd,” I said. 

 

 “Oh and you are-” She stopped as she stared at me. Slowly her eyes widened. “Weston?!” Gwen Stacy jumped up and actually ran to me. Older, her blonde hair was longer. Wearing a whiteb coat she resembled the Spiderverse Gwen more than the Amazing Spiderman one. Skinny as a bone she was light in my arms as I caught her.

 “Jeez, miss me that much?” I asked.

 

 “Hell no,” she said, pulling back, but there were legitimate tears in your eyes. “I just heard you were probably dead. It’s been six years. Where were you? And you haven’t aged a day? How did you-”

 “One question at a time,” I said. “I’m actually from the past. I’ll be slingshotting back to the present six years ago in a day or so. Either way I need your help.” 

 

 “I…don’t know what to say to that,” she said, frowning at me. “Are you serious?” She asked.

 

 “I am,” I said. “My mutant friends are being persecuted in America, I need as many of our Gantz suits as you can part with.”

 “Shit,” she said with a frown. “Right now? I have like three orders I need to fill.” 

 

 “Right now now. You’re not selling them to America right?” 

 “With what they’re doing to mutants, hell no, but they probably buy them through intermediaries. The rich and famous anyway.” She sighed and turned around. Pulling up a tablet she said, “I can part with 20,000.” 

 

 “Holy shit,” I said. “I only need like 1,000.”

 

 “Oh,” she said. “Yeah, that’s no problem. You had me worried.” 

 

 “Good. Also apany by the name of Natchios has been trying to get a contract through to you guys. I need you to approve them,” I said. 

 

 “That shadypany? I try not to sell to that type,” she said with a frown. 

 

 “I understand. Limit them to like 100 or so,” I said. “How’s thepany doing?” 

 “Awesome,” she said. “We went publicst year and I have to say we are pretty well off. I bought some other armorpanies and…” She stopped turning to stare at me. “Wait, are you attacking the Sentinels?” 

 

 “Uh yeah, isn’t that obvious?” I asked.

 

 “Shit, Peter,” she said. “He joined up with them a few years ago. He’s in some weird offshoot of the Avengers or whatever.” 

 

 “Peter joined them?” I asked, sickened. “Why?” 

 

 “This weird ck parasite attached to him. It made him really erratic and bloodthirsty. Things were turning bad in America so I fired him and moved shop here,” she said. 

 

 “Oh shit, Venom?” I asked.

 

 “How’d you know?” She asked.

 

 “Lucky guess. Listen, I’ll try to help Peter. Get me those suits. I have one more stop to take. I attack in the morning.” 

 

 “I can maybe get it overnight-”

 

 “Don’t bother, I have a subspace, I can take them with me,” I said. 

 

 “A…what?” She asked. 

 

 “A…subspace,” I said. I opened a Rift, into my pocket dimension.

 

 “Oh my god, Weston, let me study this real quick,” she said. “Just let me get some…”

 —

 I walked up to yet another cabin in the woods. Unlike the others, this one was more rustic. Made from actual logs, mud caked onto the sidewalls, branches for a roof, it was about as barebones as you could get. 

 

 “Turn your ass around,” the deep voice boomed from the cabin. 

 

 “I need you,” I said. “In a sexual way. I’ve fought it for too long, Logan. Please. You’re mutton chops, your small but stocky stature. I couldn’t get it out of my mind after all these years.” 

 

 There was a long pause. Eventually he barked, “I fucking hate you.”

 

 “Come on, Logan. You gave me cancer, remember? You owe me,” I said.

 I heard him stand up in a huff and stomp toward the door. “I didn’t fucking give you cancer,” he said. He looked exactly the same. Which wasn’t a disappointment, but I had hoped for a big beard too. Instead he had his regr mutton chops, red nnel shirt, blue jeans, and cigar in his mouth. “You did that! Jumping into a fucking burning weird glowing building.” 

 

 “Oh right,” I said, smiling at him. “Who remembers that sort of stuff? Come on, Logan, I need your help.” 

 

 “I’m not going, kid,” he said. 

 

 “Come on. I’m getting the band back together,” I said. “I got most everyone…what’s left anyway. Which is surprisingly a lot for how much everyone was saying they were all dead.”

 

 “Kid, I can’t go out there,” Wolverine said. “I tried to help, but I fucked it all up. I deserve this.” 

 

 “You deserve to live a sweet life in the middle of nowhere living like a mountain man? All while people are struggling to survive out there. Not just any people either, but your people?!” I asked. I was so sick of the back and forth with these people, and at least I didn’t have to put on the kid’s gloves for him. “Logan, I don’t know what you did, but they have Anne. They have a lot more than that too. They’re fucking nting bombs in people. Killing puppies. Clubbing seals. Come on! I thought you of all would be up for-” 

 

 “I was a fucking Nazi!” He growled. I held back my next words. Caught off guard more than a little by the statement. 

 

 “Well heil fucking my balls,” I said. “I don’t-No, that’s a lie. You were a Nazi? Like killing Jews kind?” 

 

 He let out a tired sigh. Crossing his arms he munched on his cigar. “The worst kind.” 

 

 “There’s worse than killing Jews?” I asked. 

 

 “Not that…well maybe,” he growled. “We went through some shit while you were apparently on vacation. I got my memories back, and turns out I blocked it out for a reason. I was a fucking Nazi. Fighting for the enemy back in WWII.”

 

 “Shit,” I said. “I’m sorry, I can’t really see you… in the uniform.” I squinted my eyes at him. “Did they make a custom nnel SS uniform for you?”

 

 He opened his mouth, closed it, then scoffed. "Goddamn, I hate you,” he said. “Ha!” Heughed as I did the same. Both of us picturing a nnel Nazi uniform. “Fuck! Why is that funny?” 

 

 “I don’t know,” I said, barely holding back myughter. “Can you imagine? Like a red one, full on Nazi SS shit, shaking Hitler’s hand?” The both of us onlyughed harder. The woods around us filled withughter, it was a long time until we recovered. When we did, Wolverine wiped some tears from his eyes.

 

 “Fuck, I haven’tughed like that in a long time,” Wolverine said. 

 

 “I’ve been hearing that a lottely,” I said. “Logan, I don’t know your sins, or past, but we have an opportunity to save a lot of people. And to get them all to a safe ce. Not Deliverance safe like this ce, but about as safe as ites.”

 

 “Kid, I really want to. I do, I just…I killed a lot of people,” he said. “A lot. Watched a lot of shit in my time. I shouldn’t even be alive let alone-” 

 

 “Stop, I don’t give a shit,” I said. “I want a killer right now. I’m not Xavier. These people hurt those I care about. Their fucking heads will roll. If you lost your ws I understand. But I don’t have time for your sob story. We attack in three hours, and it takes me an hour to get back carrying your heavy ass. So you’re going to fucking give me the Wolverine. A rage filled five foot nothing of pure murderous fury. All that shit you went through doesn’t fucking matter. So if I have to kick your ass to remind you why you never won our fights, then I will.” I took off my hoodie. 

 

 “Never won our-You lost every time,” he said. 

 

 “That’s not how I remember it,” I said. “Each time we fought I was winning. Bing stronger than you. I already won on height. If I need to remind you why I won in strength, so be it.” I didn’t know exactly what I was doing, but men fought to get over shit. He stared at me, getting angry. I pulled my Soulsword out and he released his ws. We stared at one another for a moment and ran at the other at the same time.

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CHAPTER 434 GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER