Marvel Reverses Wolverine

"Eat some ice cream. It's almost melted. The chef made this dessert specially because you were here. You are young and students, so I thought you would like it."

James picked up an ice cream dessert sprinkled with fine black truffles, ate it, and suggested Emma try it.

Miss Emma Frost, who had always been confident, mechanically picked up another ice cream and put it into her mouth silently.

The cold touch made her spirit slightly clearer. She silently tasted the sweet but not greasy taste of black truffle in her mouth, thinking about how to continue this conversation.

James was not in a hurry to speak. He looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the living room. Eric, his mother Edie and Steve's mother Ms. Sarah were playing with various flowers together, as if this scene was more special than the magical and beautiful lady opposite. charming.

"Mr. Howlett, what are we?"

James nodded, shook his head and smiled again. He looked at Emma, ​​his eyes were gentle, but not relaxed.

"Just call me James. What's interesting is that both you and Eric asked me the same question."

They no longer talked nonsense about obvious questions such as "So you are extraordinary too, I guess you already know Eric's secret." Emma is a smart girl, and it will be much easier to talk to smart people.

"We are human beings with special talents. Evolution and genetic mutations are the reasons for this change, but I don't think this makes us superior to others. Of course, I don't think we will feel inferior because of it."

James didn't waste any time and finally scraped the small crystal bowl of ice cream.

"Your talent must be very good. Can you master and control the ability of telepathy at such a young age purely through your own exploration?"

Emma's snow-white cheeks suddenly turned red, her eyes dodged, and she whispered softly.

"Yes, when I first entered middle school, I had this ability because of the stimulation of some things. It was very painful at first. The chaotic information flooded into my mind. It took me a long time to gradually adapt. I heard Eric mention that he was doing Some 'practice'."

James smiled teasingly: "It seems that all little Eric's thoughts have been seen by you."

"I'm sorry, Howe James, sir."

Emma wrung her fingers uneasily. She had not been in such a little girly state for many years. The power of telepathy made her more or less accustomed to the state of having everything under control.

"It doesn't matter. If it's not necessary in the future, I don't recommend you to 'read' people's voices habitually. That will put too heavy a burden on yourself. Yes, I have some small methods that I have figured out that can help people like us control and even improve. my ability."

"I can"

As soon as Emma spoke, she held back what she said. Such training skills could not be easily shown to others. She controlled herself in time and did not appear too abrupt.

"Actually, it's nothing, but if I teach you too easily, it will appear to be an ulterior motive."

James said relaxedly. He looked at Eric outside and reminded: "I won't tell Eric your situation for the time being. Find an opportunity to communicate with him, so that we won't embarrass each other too much."

Emma nodded gratefully. If she was exposed like this, then she would have ulterior motives and pry into other people's thoughts, which would leave a deep misunderstanding.

James finally extended an invitation to Emma, ​​welcoming her to come and play often. The two of them said goodbye politely like an ordinary family visit, with Eric breathing a long sigh of relief.

He arranged for a driver to take Miss Emma back. Looking at Eric as if he wanted to know something, he casually patted the young man on the shoulder.

"I always feel that this Frost is like a teacher. I don't know why. In front of her, it's like... it's like seeing you."

Eric complained about this senior Emma. Anyone whose thoughts are unknowingly read when getting along with others will feel an inexplicable pressure.

A few days later, Howlett's old house.

James was smoking a cigar by the window of the study room upstairs. Next to him, Dr. Erskine and Dr. Zola were arguing about some academic issues. He looked boredly at the "connected person" who was training for actual combat on the manor campus below. , with some interest.

"Come again!"

Bucky received a kick in the chest, but he took advantage of the backward roll of the iron bridge to relieve the force, and somersaulted back out with one hand on the ground.

He shook his fist, shouted provocatively, and took the initiative to rush forward.

The little wolves who have been practicing hard for the selection of a new generation of wolves during these days are all frightened by this outsider. Bucky trains like a madman every day, beating his muscles and bones desperately, and he does not hesitate to sacrifice himself in actual combat. .

You look like you are not afraid of killing me, but I will kill you. But the strange thing is that Sergeant Barnes, who would collapse on the ground after training every day and even asked someone to help him back, would always be alive and kicking and continue to be crazy the next day. practise.

Snapped! With a crisp sound, Bucky's calf suddenly burst the air, knocking his opponent over, and his right fist slammed down, stopping in front of his opponent at the last inch.

The young man with a short head and a square face lying on the ground had his pupils constricted and could not help but squint his eyes. Bucky's punch stung him a little bit, and he felt a deep sense of shame at being knocked down by this cripple for the first time.

Bucky stood up and walked away, suppressing the excitement in his heart. The dozen or so little wolves around him looked at him sideways, and many of them made fun of his defeated teammate.

The square-faced young man stood up angrily, then stumbled and fell back. His calf was injured and he could not stand up.

Next to him, an old wolf who had been injected with serum came over, lifted him aside like a chicken, and using his strength, he dredged up the blocked flesh and blood in his calf.

"Hey dad, be gentle."

The square-faced young man bared his teeth and yelled. He was nearly two meters tall. The old wolf was the tallest and strongest among the nine who had been injected with serum to break through. He pressed his fingertips vigorously and poked his son's bent knee.

"Damn it! I want that cripple to die."

After hearing this, the old wolf dug into the flesh of his son's calf, causing him to howl in pain.

"Who do you want to die?" He stared at his child with indifferent eyes, especially solemn.

"Dad, it hurts."

"Everyone standing here is your brother, your comrade. One day you will give each other's back, and even use your own flesh and blood to block bullets for him. Say it again, who do you want to die? .”

The little wolf cub growled silently, lowered his head and said softly: "Does he count? Neither he nor that 'Captain America' is a member of our wolf pack. The wolf master is him..."

"Asshole! You can guess that too, sir!"

Looking at his son who didn't dare to speak anymore, the old wolf continued calmly.

"A true warrior will be happy when he meets someone stronger than himself. How long has that 'cripple' been beaten to death by you? Did he escape once? Have you ever been disappointed because you defeated an opponent with such a huge gap?" Shame on you!"

"Like Rogers, he is a person who never shrinks from the worst adversity, so Mr. Howlett will look at him differently. In his heart, only the true brave can be recognized."

As the old wolf spoke, he rubbed his son's ankle one last time, looking at his face turning red and thinking, and said no more.

Each new generation of the wolf pack is the child of the core old buddies of the Howlett family. Most of the wolf pups trained on the school field have fathers from the previous generation of wolves, and they are all related to each other.

They train desperately every day, and these seniors who have successfully trained in killing techniques use their strength to unblock their muscles and bones and treat hidden injuries.

For Remus's generation, James personally adjusted their bodies since childhood. Now that he has raised a generation, he no longer needs to do this.

But Bucky didn't have this kind of treatment. If he hadn't had a good roommate, he wouldn't have been able to practice.

"It doesn't feel good. Thank you, Kofi. There was a guy who hit me really hard today. My neck almost broke."

Kofi treated Bucky's injuries as a daily routine. His ability to almost live and die, human flesh and white bones, far exceeded the power of those senior wolves. This was the fundamental reason why Bucky was able to endure it and survive to this day.

He has practiced the killing technique to the peak of the first stage, and the instantaneous burst of force from his fists and kicks can make the air crackle.

"Mr. Howlett wants to see you."

Remus Pitt appeared at the door of the stable hut with an expressionless face, his footsteps were silent, and Bucky was so surprised that he broke into a cold sweat.

Sergeant Barnes was brought into the spacious underground palace below the old house for the second time. Mr. Howlett was sitting cross-legged in a stone room at the deepest point. There was a slight airflow. He levitated off the stone bed and dropped his feet back. ground.

Remus had left at some point, and Bucky looked at Mr. Howlett nervously, wondering why he was called here.

"Have you ever seen boxing, Bucky?"

James said casually and walked to the spacious practice room. Bucky would be frightened every time by the giant four- to five-meter-high iron wolf tooth pillar.

"Look, I've seen it, my combo boxing was pretty good before, back then"

Bucky fell silent as he spoke, James nodded and smiled, and continued without much comfort.

"In my opinion, the most valuable fighting technique of boxing is the so-called 'dodge' and footwork, which can evade the enemy's attack by a hair's breadth in a very small fighting space."

"With one arm missing, many offensive methods cannot be used, but the flexible body and footsteps will not affect it."

James stood up casually and moved lightly, "Watch it, I will only teach you three times."

He walked with a peculiar gait, moving left and right like a butterfly walking through flowers, and also seemed to be walking in some regular circle, going back and forth, with his body shape undulating and erratic.

Bucky subconsciously followed and imitated. James demonstrated and explained the essentials and coordination of the movements, as well as how to practice from easy to difficult step by step.

This is a movement technique that he designed for Bucky by combining the dodge and butterfly steps of modern boxing, as well as the footwork of Bagua Boxing in his previous life. He has already learned it at his fingertips, without the need for deliberate instinctive movements, but it is extremely difficult for ordinary people to learn. high.

"It's okay, that's what I mean."

James nodded. Steve, a good brother, is really talented. He can imitate roughly after three times of teaching. He is also tough-minded and has not given up even with injuries like a broken arm. He is a good prospect.

"You are lucky to be able to deal with the injury with some small methods, but there is no point in destroying yourself too much in fighting and training. Within three months, if these little wolves can't hit you with a single punch, I can teach you something new." .”

Bucky was a little embarrassed when he saw that his little secret was revealed, but he seemed to be a lot more courageous because of this moment of getting along with him. He shamelessly asked James a lot more about the key points of the movement, and ran away in a hurry. Back to the stables.