【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

04.

After breakfast, they fell silent again.This atmosphere made Wolverine very uncomfortable. Scott checked the time and turned on the TV. One station was broadcasting real-time news.Charles inside talked with several professors around him, and then he was interviewed by reporters. Wolverine noticed with keen eyes that a familiar terrorist was also in the crowd, but everyone turned a blind eye to it.

"Is he... Magneto?"

"Magneto? No, he's Erik Lensherr-Xavier, the famous entrepreneur who accompanied his partner, Charles, to the meeting, who was my adoptive father."

Wolverine's expression became rather weird when she heard the name, even more so than when Scott heard the mutant.He felt like he needed a bucket of ice water to calm him down from yelling or other disturbing things.The man clenched his fists and took a deep breath, and Scott looked at him with a puzzled reaction, but the whole thing was weird, so it didn't matter if Wolverine's reaction was like icing on the cake.

"What meeting are they attending?"

"Meetings like education." Scott spread his hands. "I haven't heard of mutants, except that there are similar things in science fiction. I'm a little curious about the world you live in. Maybe you want to talk to me?"

"Well... that world is not as good as yours." Logan shrugged, and he looked a little more relaxed when he had a topic, "Discrimination, fear, and war that is about to break out, like a pile of shit."

"There will always be something beautiful that you fight for and want to protect."

"Probably...hope." Wolverine recalled the professor who was almost an idealist. He introduced the general situation there to Scott, and learned that there is also an X college here, but the college here is a preparatory course for students with special talents. School.

"So, your responsibility is to work on eliminating people's prejudices."

"Yeah, it's tough considering there's a Magneto who's constantly pulling back. Magneto, the founder of the Brotherhood, has the ability to control metal, and he thinks mutants are better." Wolverine thinks about what happened to Erik in this world Some tangled, "The X-Men want to maintain this world full of discrimination."

"X-Men? Sounds like a superhero." Scott took out a pen and paper out of nowhere and began to record. Is this a writer's occupational disease?The young man listed the general situation, but when he was writing, the expression of interest on his face decreased, and he looked serious instead, as if he knew that these situations were not fabricated, but a cruel reality.

"It's not that good, I think it's too much trouble. Now I have a few teammates, Jean, Storm...and the captain, Cyclops."

"Scott? That 'me' is the captain?"

"I get angry when I think about it," Wolverine stood up abruptly with a grim look on his face, "If Blink hadn't insisted on me apologizing to him, I wouldn't be here!"

Wolverine's sudden irritability made Scott's hand tremble, and the pen drew a strange line on the paper. Jim, who was lying on the balcony floor, quickly stood up, turned his ears to the source of the sound, and then yelled loudly. One sound.Smelling a burst of fright, Wolverine realized that the young man beside him stared at him carefully with wide blue eyes. The little writer's frightened look made the man feel that his anger was choked in his throat, and he cleared angrily. Clearing his throat, he swallowed back his gloom, before finally sitting down sullenly.

He suddenly missed the squad leader who looked serious and polite to others, but when he got angry at him, he would respond with a long list of words without hesitation, and occasionally got into a fight.

"Your relationship seems to be pretty bad." Scott said cautiously, and he noticed that Wolverine's expression was obviously rich and vivid, and the latter frowned as if trying to take something out of his pocket, but found nothing.He remembered that he didn't bring tobacco with him, and stroked his messy hair angrily.

"Cyke is a picky perfectionist. He has a strange sense of responsibility to everyone in the academy. He has a habit of taking everything on himself, trying to quantify various situations and find the best solution. But I don't need it. I like a person And well done." Wolverine's voice rose involuntarily, and he did look rather displeased.

However, Scott heard a clue: "He cares about you."

"He just likes to be in control, and I'm not in his plans," Wolverine said stiffly, before snorting a sarcasm.

Scott changed the subject: "How did you go back?"

"I don't know, but I think Hank and the others will get this sorted out soon."

"Hank?"

"His code name is Beast. He is a big man covered in blue fur. Now he works for the government and is an excellent scientist."

"I also know a Hank, he is a very good doctor, he cured my eyes."

"This world is pretty good, there aren't so many nonsense things." Wolverine sighed, his fingers tapped on his thigh, drumming irregularly.

"If you want, you can stay here temporarily." Scott felt that they should be regarded as friends, he looked up at each other, and Wolverine subconsciously wanted to dodge to the side, but the man's movements still stopped, and Scott didn't know why He looked a little relieved.

Wolverine has always been such a person. Cyclops once laughed at him for being air-dropped to the North Pole and swimming back unharmed.Finding herself thinking of the team leader's mocking face again, Wolverine's heart moved slightly. The young man in front of her looked peaceful, and she could see his eyes unobstructed. Wolverine wondered whether Cyclops' eyes were blue too.

Seeing that there was no objection from the other party, Scott stood up and planned to clean up the guest bedroom that hadn't been used much.Jim, who has always been obedient, walked up to Wolverine. He put the tennis ball in his mouth in front of the man, and looked at him expectantly with shiny brown eyes.

"Hello, little guy." Wolverine raised an eyebrow, picked up the tennis ball and rolled it into the empty space, and Jim played with him.

He lived here, and every morning at the same time, he would go back and forth in and out of Scott's bedroom, trying to see if he could go back, but it didn't work.He couldn't help but think about the academy all the time, and he didn't know what his teammates were doing.The mixed smell in this house made Wolverine quite unnatural, he would not admit that it was Cyclops who thought the most, the owner of this apartment smelled too much like him, but there were also subtle differences. Scott smelled of ink and sugar, while Cyclops smelled of iron and leather, with no texture, and Wolverine clearly felt that the troublesome captain smelled tough but fragile.

Scott was really a pretty good host, he was very patient and thoughtful, although when a call came three days later, he was a little embarrassed to ask if Wolverine could do him a favor.His adoptive father was back, and they needed to attend their monthly family reunion, and Wolverine agreed without much hesitation.

That day, he walked to the parking lot with Scott. When the man subconsciously got into the driver's seat of the car, he saw Scott handing him the car keys without any resistance. The easy handing over of control made him feel a little guilty.

"Oh, do you know the way?" Scott remembered that this was not his Logan.

"If I remember correctly."