Matayas (still working on more...)

*BEEP*

Stepped back through the metal detector. Sighed. Rolled my eyes. Wasn’t nothing left on me but my jeans and a white tank top. Getting worried that pretty soon here someone is gonna get the idea to start probing my personal space fer weapons. Then I’ll end up in prison fer killin’ a couple cops.

“Tried ta tell ya. Got a metal plate, from the war.” So I might be eggin’ ‘em on a little. Hell, it’s funny.

”What war smartass?

Officer Rodgers produced one of them metal detecting wands. “Nam.” Growled at him through a toothy grin. Ain’t lying bout that either, but, given my visible age you kin bet I am going to get….

AH….there it is…

”Funny. You ain’t old enough. My pop fought in Nam.”

Good fer yer daddy, bucky. I’d fought in every war spanning least the last century n’ a half. Memory is still a little cloudy though, n’ you never can tell what is real and what was put in my head. Wouldn’t put it past Uncle Sam ta fabricate a memory or two. Brainwashing is a government specialty.

Starting at my bare feet he starts draggin’ that wand along, never stops beeping. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head all we hear is, *beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, beep…..* Pretty fucking annoying.

Both of em are just staring at me little slack jawed. Can’t help but smirk.

”Sir, I am going to have to ask you to take off your shirt and jeans and step through again.”

Riiiiiiiiiight. Cause m’ surely packing a gun between my big toes. Kid kin see I ain’t got shit on me. Little to they know no matter how much they strip offa me, always will be armed. Still, did what they said. Shed the jeans. Shirt. Stepped through….and…

*BEEP*

Came right on back.

”Metal plating, huh?”

“Where?” The second office chimed in.

“Was a pretty rough war fellas, damn near broke every bone in my body.”

Should I be grinnin’ like a damn fool when fixing ta get locked up? Standin’ there naked, arms folded over my chest, couldn’t help but look a little smug. Had I know it would be this damn funny ta get locked up, mighta tried it a while ago. “Kin I put my pants back on? Or ya enjoying the show?” Couldn’t help it, flexed a little, causing my chest to give a little jump. Grabbed my pants up off the floor, tuggin’ ‘em on as Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb escort me to my holding cell.

Couple hours later I got my phone call.

“Before you start yellin’ at me, just you remember one thing, told you not ta wear those damn jeans.” I’d warned her. Those tight jeans she put on had trouble written all over them. N’ trouble they were. To the tune of aggravated assault.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!

As soon as I read Origin I secretly hoped that someone would eventually reveal that Wolverine and Sabretooth were brothers. So, while some might hate this idea, I am thrilled. Beyond thrilled. 72 more damn days, my head is exploding already.

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( Inner Child )

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