⠀ ❛ 𝓓on’t you see I’m 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒆? Idiot, this is 𝐎𝐔𝐑 delusion. ❜ ——— ♛ ——— jonathan s. haller ; of polaris and legion. the world’s angriest boy, cursed by the shadow king. marvel verse and crossover friendly. penned by #sᴏʟᴇɪʟ.

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Jolts before he glances at his father and composes himself. “Warn someone before you sneak up on them, will you?”

Smacks his lips. “Yeah, I figured that would have happened by now.” Child that hops through time and space, like a more feral version of Doctor Who. “So soon, though. Anyways, I’m good—— Do you have, like, any water or anything? I’m parched.”

There’s a smile on his face before he approaches his father and tries not to huff. He’s just a little tired, that’s all. “Likewise. You’ve been looking better since I last saw you.”

“Thanks,” he murmurs before sipping the water initially from the straw before eventually gulping down the rest from the rim. “To be honest, just casually dropping in. Literally. I fell through a vortex in the basement not too long ago.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get too excited. I know who you are and not gonna lie, I’m here on business. Not to make friends.”

Disclaimer: he just doesn’t want to meet his other cousins. They’ll get along in the future but for right now? He’s literally trying to mend the timelines.

“Yeah, you look it,” Jackson admits, shoving his hand in his pockets before clearing his throat. Slowly but surely, the timeline would change but for the better, which is what the main goal was. “Can we get something to eat? I’m starved.”

“The water is just fine,” he says with an awkward smile before calmly sipping from his second glass again. “Sorry, I get dehydrated when I jump like that. Anyway, how have you been? How’s your dog?”

“Nah, nah, nah! All wrong. Not Kit’s kid, just named after him!”

He’s chugged his fourth flask of water. This little Howlett is TIRED.

No thanks to him or his wretched aunt! Gosh, those two were definitely a dynamic duo but it was so hard trying to piece everything together. Like a puzzle that was near impossible to align correctly the first time. “How about burgers? I’m in the mood for that, are you?”

By wretched aunt, he means Jocelyn. It’s always Eric and Jo that have to make things a tad difficult for him.

He’s such a saint, that’s honestly so helpful—— “No kidding. Here’s to her seven puppies. Or six. I don’t remember what part of the timeline this is, but cheers to your, uh, granddad status.”

He will literally take the sofa, please. He just needs to sleep for a few hours. Three, maybe four.

“You’re still living at old age, be thankful you got your years back.” That’s just code for of course his uncle is still a beautiful fuck of a man in the future! “To be honest, Uncle Kit, a lot of this was harder than I thought.”

Those were really dark times and when it came down to it, nobody could predict that the youngest son would step up and manipulate time to be fixed rather than in flux. Meaning, things would begin to become meant to be. “Oh, god, thank you,” he said, almost exasperated.

He can’t imagine having bone claws. Blessed be whatever mutant deity is up there that granted him super strength rather than violent extensions of his own bone.

Every other Howlett except his mother (by marriage) has too many fucking issues.