Break out Act 1; The Conclusion

[Choomie]

"Logan" • The Wolverine

Logan lifted the whiskey, amber light refracting through the grime caked on knuckles. The burn was familiar, and a comfort, searing down to memories and scars alike.

He took a pull, throat working, and rasped, "Yup. He's our kind. Been more battles than I can count. Back when he was still finding his footing, learning how to wield that power like a weapon." A smile twisted Logan's lips, ragged around the edges. He continued, "Every time we found a way to take him down, he'd come back harder, smarter. Force of nature."

The whiskey had its own hard-edged tang that reminded him of life itself, reminding him of victories won through blood and bone. A drink to appreciate that he was still standing, against all odds and often his own better judgement.

He looked at Black Cat, seeing steel within that had been tempered through dangerous lessons hard-won. And in the Black Widow, echoes of purpose that promised retribution should any threaten the world she fought to defend.

Logan raised his glass, brow furrowed around darkly lit eyes, and added, "To old enemies and battles well-fought, only to do it all over again."