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It was weird Sam never wanted to hug Becca before in fact for the longest time he got the impression that she didn’t like him but when he saw her he didn’t know why but had the biggest urge to scoop her up in a bear hug. Gawain on the other hand he wanted to deck but he didn’t. It was a relief to him when they both confirmed that he had not been controlled but rather de-aged. Great. His teenage years were nothing but sarcasm and hormones. To have to relive that there was no telling what he had done. Gawain however seemed happier than usual about the situation mentioning that he was in for a treat.

Part of his treat was a flash drive. Good ol’ paranoia. His younger self must have realized that he was on borrowed time and must have left a to finish list or what happened while you were gone list. Sam was afraid to see it. It was probably just a long list of female mansionites and he probably even ranked them. Great basically this thing in his hand was just asking to deleted and forgotten about. However, his younger self had seen his videos and files so it was only right that he look and see what his younger self had to say. Poor Gawain. Poor everyone who had to interact with him.

First time in days he felt the strong urge to pour himself a strong one and go back to bed.

Second time in days he wanted an even bigger drink was when he watched a few of the entries. Most of them were touched on how his older self (current Sam) was nothing he set out to be in life. He was ashamed of him blah, blah, blah. Sam skipped a few seconds and when he did his younger self held up a finger. There was mention of young Eve; apparently they went to New Zealand together to rescue Po. **** He’d have to deal with that situation later. He was more worried about Eve now than himself for some reason.

There was also talk of a few women to try and avoid one woman however stood out but not because he was supposed to avoid her but because his younger self wanted him to find her and meet her. Date if even possible. That was odd for him to have his younger self, try to set him up. This Cora must have been special, it wasn’t like his younger self to try and get a girlfriend far from it. This whole situation was weird.

After watching a few of the entries Cora’s name popped up more and more among other names of people his younger self didn’t care for and people he should try and get to know better. He called Becca, ‘Mama Becca’…. This was weird. After the most recent entry about Cora’s birthday surprise he shook his head and buried his face in his hands trying to wipe everything away.

There was a knock on the door, before that Bruno leapt out of bed and ran to it. It was odd Bruno was ever that excited he was trying to run through the door. Normally he was just excited but after he started to whine and scratch at it he heard a female voice.

>>>> "Hey, Sam. Sorry for dropping in on you like this, but you weren't answering and...Okay, I'm really kind of hoping you at least remember me."

Sam didn’t but he didn’t voice that, instead he sighed heavily. Ice grew thicker on his bad eye if this was Cora she never seen him like this with one eye. Older and with some facial hair more than he probably would have grown when he was ‘de-aged’ he wasn’t the same person he was when they met. Why was he nervous? He was still shirtless soot covering sections of his body. A few bruises were still visible among his normal scar coated skin.

Slowly he opened the door and not sure what to expect. He definitely didn’t expect a leather jacket or a hairstyle like that she looked more punk/biker than anything else. Did his younger self join a biker gang? Younger Sam did mention that he went out of his way to live a better life than his older self. Clearly they were close his stomach dropped when his eye met hers. She was worried about him and he didn’t know her.

His arms started to reach out before he realized what he was doing only to stop short as Bruno rushed in practically pushing him out of the way to greet her. The dog started to dance around her and try to lick her face. Bruno certainly remembered her. In fact Sam didn’t recall the dog every greeting anyone like this before even past girlfriends only got a few licks nothing like this. Clearly everyone in the Johnson household was smitten with her.

Sam’s stomach churned and he just stared at her for the first time taking in everything. Again all he wanted to do was pull her into a hug, maybe even kiss her but he couldn’t remember her so he did what he normally did in those situations. Made a joke, ”You must be Cora… ice to meet you. Come on in…. It seems my younger self didn’t like the décor of the room.”

Stepping away from the door he rushed over to his bed to find his phone. He hoped this was Cora and if it was she must have called him a few times. While he wouldn’t remember his phone would have.

Kicking his feet off the ledge of the building he waited, apparently the most boring part of being a situational vigilante was the waiting. Sure he was listening to earpiece his older self had that had transmissions from the police scanners. Nothing, he also was staring at his X-communicator, nothing. He even checked his phone. Nothing.

Cora hadn’t texted back and Becca hadn’t responded to the text he sent her earlier trying to figure out how to get closer to someone who had an aversion to relationships granted he wasn’t sure how to encroach on this subject either because he was more worried he’d re-age or have to leave before anything serious could happen. Other than the occasional kissing and hand-holding.

Swinging his feet back and forth he chewed his slice of pizza and cracked open a root beer waiting for someone to respond or something to happen. Granted he felt bad as soon as he wished there was something for him to respond to. Usually that meant someone was breaking the law, or setting something on fire.

Half tempted to just give up and head back to the mansion for some danger room training he decided to enjoy the slice just a little longer hoping he’d get in some more field practice than just a danger room session. Field training in his opinion was far better to get more practical response training.

Shifting his eyes to the clone to the door he nodded his head and the clone opened the door. To the hallway and they both entered. Like she said, There was the rooms and he pushed his thermal senses outward. No one yet. The doors were thick meaning he couldn’t see if there were any forms of heat on the other side but that didn’t mean no one was there. He looked to the door that led to the stairwell and he blasted the door with a beam of ice so the door would freeze shut. They could get in that way but he’d at least hear them coming.

Mist enveloped his feet as he walked towards the end of the hallway ever door he passed that he wasn’t going to bother with was hit with a fall of ice. Sam looked up to the security camera shot up the middle finger waved and hit it with some ice. ”Looking good, Sherlock. Keep it up. All clear on your end?” Sam said trying not to worry about her. She wasn’t a mercenary, she didn’t have much training and she’d be in danger if anyone discovered her. Sam decided he’d wouldn’t let that happen.

”Approaching the room.” muffled screams could be heard from the thick door and Sam’s stomach started to churn remembering what caused those screams. A few of his scars lit up in solidarity remembering being tortured. His anger swelled and before he knew it he knocked on the door and the screaming stopped.

“Did you bring what I asked for already?” a voice called back and unlocked the large metallic door. When the grizzled form of an older agent opened the door his jaw dropped when he realized what was happening. He turned and tried to shut the door but Sam and the clone forced their way in. He looked to the single man to the one who was being tortured. It was po, well it looked like Po but he was skinny, missing an arm and looking down blood dripping from his face. Rage swelled.

“You can’t be here… you know who I am… wait.. Steel? Oh this is a treat.” Sam looked from Po to the cart of torture devices and then over to grizzled man. Some of the tools looked familiar but he didn’t think about it. Sam forced a cold blast at one of his legs and the guy collapsed when it shattered from under him. He let out a quick scream and Sam pulled his ear piece out and put it in his pocket where he hoped it wouldn’t be anything more than muffled screams.

The bartender nodded and tried not to stare too long. ”And can do you mind grabbing the hoodie I have here from the office?” Sam followed up. The bartender nodded and scurried off after retrieving the drinks for them. A beer and a shot of whiskey for him and a cider for his vigilante-dancing partner for the evening. ”You can wear whatever you want.” Sam said smirking raising the shot in a cheers motion. Ice starting to form on the sides of his face in solidarity if she wished to keep the mask on.

”Safe place here.” Sam said grinning as he did the shot knocked it back then held on to the beer not chasing the drink. He liked the burn it was, comforting to him for some reason. Maybe it was left over from his older self but he tried not to think about it. ”Cops for the most part stay clear cause I’m here, that and the guys in the back there don’t really like trouble.” Sam said mentioning the bikers. Local biker gang, they showed because they knew that cops didn’t show up unannounced and as long as nothing went down Sam kept to himself. They were paying customers after all.

”Oh yeah, this is my bar.” Sam said gesturing to the place. ”or rather, old me’s bar.” he kind of inherited so to speak. Sam took a sip of his beer. And raised an eyebrow to her. ”Universal shake up and you have the same face as cheerleader who apparently was not someone that would want to hang out in his circles. But you aren’t her. You are zero.” Sam said with a little smirk, which made him feel less guilty about checking her out.

”So what’s so different about the team? What team we talking by the way?” he thought about it. ”Did you have a me where you are from?” Sam asked but then dismissed it. There was only one him. He was Sam ****ing Johnson.

Sam smirked when she said, ‘oh him’ the guy’s eyes were starting to get heavy meaning he was going to pass out or worse. the young icemancer shifted his eyes back to the woman and smirked, it was one where he knew she knew the line wouldn’t work so he ended up raising his eyebrow. ”Last person that told me that I had to escort home. Like to not have a repeat if at all possible.” he said not reveling that said person also happened to be the other owner. The old man was surprisingly light and his daughter was already there, waiting for him.

Grinning more he looked back to his bartender that served and raised an eyebrow. His arms folded letting all the staff know that the underage owner of the bar was not impressed with the over serving. He’d have to have a talk with someone later. Or he could leave it to re-aged Sam. If that ever happened, at this point he didn’t want that. This Sam liked it here and he didn’t like being the one in charge of everyone.

”Food it is.” Sam said grabbing a small menu from the behind the bar. HE also grabbed two coffee mugs and set them out in front of the guy who was almost asleep and the woman who identified herself as Melissa. ”Old bar?” Sam asked wondering if he was talking to someone who got fired recently or just a regular who got kicked out for excessive drinking. Or maybe she was one of the employees that drank the stock. Either way.

”Burgers aren’t bad. Cook should have the grill up and running now so it shouldn’t take long. He also does a mean steak and eggs.” he said as he leaned back on the bar towards the pair, ”I mean, a mean steak and eggs.” Sam grinned. ”Spicy.”

The icemancer shrugged when she wasn’t even that drunk she seemed drunk. Drank enough to make him want to puke and in his opinion that was saying something. Apparently in his older form he was an alcoholic. Apparently she drank enough to cause the bartender to walk over and say something to him. While he technically wasn’t old enough to drink in the states he did own the bar and have a pretty convincing fake. That and technically he worked with the police being apart of the X-men so he was pretty sure he could rob a bank and figure some way to spin it.

Sam chimed in to the woman who was sitting a little further down the bar from him. ”Hey, my doing.” he waved. ”You had to drink quite a bit before they had to let me know.” Sam stood up and walked around the bar over to the woman and her date who was looking worse off than she was.

”Current tender is gonna close out your tab and I’m taking over.” Sam smiled, starting up with two large glasses of water. It didn’t happen often that he got tagged in but he was also there in a ‘problem solving’ capacity seeing as the one of the mangers called in and they were down a bouncer. ”What are you two drinking tonight?” Sam asked trying to gauge how drunk they were. ”We got some bar food too. Steak and Eggs are on point.” he said smiling.

”I’m Sam by the way.”

Once the doors closed behind them Sam folded his arms and stared down Juniper. ” You invited Cora and a kid…” he scratched the back of his head, not really sure where to go from there. ”I don’t know how you know Cora but things between us are...hazy.” Sam said trying to find the best way to put their relationship.

”and now I’m stuck on a jet with the girl I… like and two women I have slept with… frequently and now a child.” Sam grabbed the bridge of his nose. ”I can always jump ship if I need to right?” Sam asked sort of joking sort of panicking as he reached for the cooler. ”You do realize you have made things difficult for me right?” he said knowing that didn’t include stealing a jet. Sam cursed.

The icemancer shifted uncomfortably wishing he didn’t wake up today. Maybe he could have just slept in. Or even planned out an actually guest list with Juniper instead of a ‘few’ friends. Sam sighed heavily and then opened up a compartment, revealing a cooler full of alcoholic drinks. Obviously he wasn’t planning on drinking any till they landed but he figured seeing as it was Juniper’s first time flying she might as well enjoy a buzz while she did it.

”Figured this would hold the crew over until we got to the beach.” Sam said as he hefted it. ”At least hit some music for the flight and help me make it less awkward?” Sam asked hoping she’d be willing to help.