miss-kickerofbutts-chavez asked: "It was me."
"Miss America did this? Really?"
"Damn right, bub," Wolverine replied. Havok just smiled and nodded.
Sean turned to America, “you, lass? But how? Why? We’ve never even met proper!”
America shrugged nonchalantly, “one, yeah it was me. Two, inter-dimensional travel comes in handy for these sorts of things. The rest is kind of messy to explain. Three, because I could. Not that complicated really.”
Sean smiled. It felt good to be able to do that again. It felt good to have feeling in his face, to feel the rush of happiness that had been lost to him since he’d come back from the dead. And this near-stranger had done this for him. She’s brought him back his beating heart, the blood that flowed within his veins. She’s brought him back to life.
"Would it be okay if I hugged, you, girleen?"
"Yeah, sure. Just don’t call me ‘girleen’ okay?"
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She stiffens. Any mention of her brother brings her on edge. They are not on the best terms, but she reckoned their relationship has improved. They no longer try to kill each other on sight-or if they do it is not as serious as it has been in the past. ‘What does he want from me?’
"Hardly an unreasonable request, lass," Sean replied, "he just wants to see you. To talk is all. Naturally you’ve got some unfinished business with him, and with yer da. I reckon I shouldn’t get involved, though. I’m just the messenger here."
'Yes.' She nods, 'Thank you. If you would tell him that I have no desire to see him, and if he wishes to see me, he should tell me himself.'
Daken never would want to just talk to her, and the use of the messenger was not like him.
"I’d tell him, girleen, but I think he may be indisposed at the moment. See, what he wanted to tell you is that he’s located your da and that you might want to be considering your next move. See, Daken means to make up for lost time with Logan. His way."
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themessedupwild started following you
Hey there, lad. Now what would you be wanting with a dead man?
Marvel Series 2 Trading Cards #36 Banshee (1991)
little-snikt asked: "I didn't do it."
Go on, Banshee. Daken has proved himself inadequate. He is clearly desperate for your punishment.
Sean tried not to listen. He didn’t want to hurt Daken. There was no logic in it. There would be plenty of time for Daken to fulfill his mission.
"Why’d you hold back? They’re going to make me hurt you."
He couldn’t do this. He wasn’t going to do this. He wasn’t going to torture Daken the way the Twins tortured him. If anything, Sean knew he would have done the same in Daken’s position. Thank the Lord Sean’s own sister was a human. A normal human out of touch. She’d sit away in her country house as the Mutant Rapture took place and she might even be unaware it was happening at all.
"I know you’ve still got some love in you for Laura. She’s nae’ Logan. She’s not the one who killed you. You may have even been right not to kill her…"
Trust us, Banshee. Anything you do to him will pale in comparison to what will happen if we must punish him ourselves.
"…but we’re not bound to any morals but the Twins. You’ve got to kill her next time. Killing Logan will be easier when you’ve gotten Laura out of the way. Please, Daken, don’t make me do this."
Were her thoughts clearer, she would have argued a few of his points in that patented Jubilee way. But they weren’t and she was totally unable to help Sean in a way she felt he needed. But she did know, she knew all too well that bitterness. She remembered almost throwing away her humanity because she felt it didn’t matter anyway. It was sad really. It was sad when anyone fell to that depth of deprivation that they feel everything was for naught. But her thoughts on the subject aren’t deep right now. There’s still the weightlessness and the heaviness sparring over which would be the dominant sensation. And words were still a bit hard to come by. She would never call herself an eloquent speaker, but she had a certain way with words that she was currently lacking. “Y-yeah. I need to— I need to get to my boy.”
And as simple as that, as she reached for his hand, the knowledge was there. Two shocking revelations in a night for her old teacher. Vampire and mother. If only both their circumstances had been different. She made a mental note to find him again after this, once she’s calmed down and returned to normal, or normalish, to help him. It was the least she could do. Sean had always done right by her. It was her turn to do the same.
But not tonight.
Boy. She had a boy. Sean knew that tone of voice. The Twins may have claimed his ability to love but they hadn’t taken away his animal instincts. He knew all too well what it was like to be needed by a child and he wasn’t about to let Jubilee—or her little boy— down. With the strength of a man whose mere existence defied death, he hoisted Jubilee onto his back.
"You’ve said enough, darlin’. We’re taking you home. Ye’ might want to cover your ears."
Four-hundred decibels later, they were airborne. The lights of the city sparkled below. As the cool air rushed past them, Sean could have sworn he heard Theresa’s voice on the wind. It was the devastation of losing her, his inadequacy as a father, that had made him such an easy target for the Apocalypse Twins. Jubilee was his second chance, the daughter he came so close to actually raising properly, before it was all stripped away. Jubilee would not be subjected to that vulnerability, that, sense of abject failure. She wouldn’t make the mistakes she did and she wasn’t going to suffer for them. He was going to make damn sure of that.
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Tommy? Well look at you. Looks like you’re the head of the family now that I’m a rotting corpse of a man. Been using that power wisely?
Well one of us had to stay pretty. God knows ye’ look like shit. S’at some sorta jibe there, Sean? The dead man askin’ ME if I’ve been using m’power wisely? Always.
Well, you always were the good-looking one…and the smarter one. All the more reason I had to be the harder worker. But I reckon that’s not so important anymore. Point is I was wrong, Tommy boyo. Wrong about mutants and humans. I was wrong about everything and it killed me.