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He stared blankly at the outstretched hand being offered to him.
The bald guy, Professor Xavier apparently, was still smiling as his sharp eyes flicked back up to the older looking man’s face. He could tell this guy was serious, as ridiculous as his proposition was.
“You do realize keeping me around a bunch of innocent kids is a shit idea, right?” He asked the professor dubiously.
He wasn’t sure why, but ever since he could remember (which wasn’t that long, maybe ten or fifteen years at most?), he’d been relentlessly chased by some guy with long gold hair who called himself Sabertooth. The guy was constantly trying to kill him, and he’d rather people who have nothing to do with him not get involved, capable mutants or not (Sabertooth had no qualms with breaking some eggs to get his omelets). Even without that, he wasn’t too fond of the restrictions that came with living amongst humans.
“Logan,” that was supposedly his name (he still wasn’t sure if it felt quite right, but he didn’t know what else to call himself), “you don’t have to keep running. We, The Xavier Institute, can help you, take you somewhere safe and give you newfound purpose.” The wheelchair bound man insisted.
Well that sounded too good to be true. He- Logan may not have a good memory, but he knew himself well enough to know he didn’t appreciate being conned. “Yeah, sorry Wheels, not interested in joining your mutant pyramid scheme.” But as he turned to walk away, the professor continued.
“I know your lost years haunt you.” Logan went rigid. “I’m a telepath, you know. I may be able to help you recover what has been lost.”
He hated how tempting that was. “And you’d put those kids of yours at risk to find out?” It was a dirty card to play, but it shut the guy up for a few seconds.
“Oh Logan.” After a few moments, Xavier sighed sadly, Logan couldn’t see his face but he could feel the man’s melancholy. “You know better than anyone that they will always be at risk.”
A lump formed in the shorter man’s throat. He roughly swallowed it down.
“Will you at least try? Just for one week? If you choose to leave, I promise I will not reach out to you again.”
Logan pursed his lips. At the very least, hiding in a city for a few days would make it that much harder for Sabertooth to find him with all the scents and noise bouncing around (the guy was dumb, but not enough to tear through an entire city and armed forces just to punch Logan a few times). “This is still a fuckin’ stupid idea.” He grumbled, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “But I’ve never been one for good ideas. Don’t make me regret this.”