Half Pint
rocketrobie2
Simple UnicycleLogan's plane touched down at JFK International. He deplaned and took a cab to the site of the biggest fight between the Avengers and the aliens. It didn't look like much of a battlefield now but the same could be said for all battlefields. From his experience the only lasting damage of a battle was not the emotional damage or physical damage it was the death, the future was forever changed by each death. Lives that were to born never will the people they would have loved and created now will love others and create others.
He had a day before his connecting flight. He walked the city for a while, his walk led him to a bad neighborhood a neighborhood he could tell had fallen victim to scum, dealers, bangers. It made his blood boil. A group of bangers confronted him. He refused their demands of giving them everything he had. Even if he did what little he had he doubted it would be enough to satisfy them. He started the fight by grabbing the pistol and wrenching it from his hands. He ejected the mag and removed the bullet from the chamber. He proceeded to use it as a hammer. He of course was shot several times but it barely slowed him down. By the end of the fight his clothes were covered in his and their blood but they remained alive probably had brain damage from the repeated blows to their head or they ran off like cowards.
Some residents came out cheering his actions others yelled at him for making things worse. He decided closure with his past could wait, these people needed him more. One of those whooping and hollering invited him inside to get cleaned up.
He had a day before his connecting flight. He walked the city for a while, his walk led him to a bad neighborhood a neighborhood he could tell had fallen victim to scum, dealers, bangers. It made his blood boil. A group of bangers confronted him. He refused their demands of giving them everything he had. Even if he did what little he had he doubted it would be enough to satisfy them. He started the fight by grabbing the pistol and wrenching it from his hands. He ejected the mag and removed the bullet from the chamber. He proceeded to use it as a hammer. He of course was shot several times but it barely slowed him down. By the end of the fight his clothes were covered in his and their blood but they remained alive probably had brain damage from the repeated blows to their head or they ran off like cowards.
Some residents came out cheering his actions others yelled at him for making things worse. He decided closure with his past could wait, these people needed him more. One of those whooping and hollering invited him inside to get cleaned up.