Iceman just finished his morning workout in the Danger Room. He walked into the communal bathrooms to take a shower when he spotted Wolverine going through all of his stuff. The deodorant was out, the cap off.
“What the hell man?” Iceman threw his hands in the air.
“What the hell to you too, bub,” Wolverine shot back. Not only was he not surprised to see Iceman, he hadn’t even looked up, or stopped rummaging through Iceman’s stuff.
“Come on, Wolverine, I asked you to stop doing this.”
“Don’t pull that amnesiac shit on me. Seriously, why are doing this to me? Why do keep breaking the lock off of my locker and going through my stuff?”
“Heh. I don’t know whatchyer thinkin’ puttin’ a lock on that locker. You know I’ve got these claws, eh? Cut right through anythin’.”
“Yeah, OK, that’s fine man, I know you can cut through anything. It was more like a symbolic lock, like please don’t go into my locker, like could you please stop rummaging through my stuff and using my deodorant? What’s the deal with the deodorant?”
“I just thought it smelled nice is all. I have a really heightened sense o’ smell. You know it’s one of my powers …”
“OK, great, that’s one of your powers, terrific. How many powers do you have anyway? You’ve got claws and healing and strength and smelling powers, what do they have to do with anything? What kind of powers are Wolverine powers? Just a bunch of dumb stupid junk powers that don’t have anything to do with each other?”
“Heh. Better ‘n just ice powers, snowflake.”
“Yeah, well you know what? At least I’ve got a consistent thing. It’s easy, it’s Iceman. I’m the guy with the ice powers. It’s not like you see me with a little bit of super speed, and maybe some extra abilities where my hair comes up to a stupid point at the sides, and I’d have some crazy name that makes no sense at all, like ‘Oh, hey everybody, from now on, I want my superhero name to be Octane,’ or some bullshit. What the hell do you have anything to do with a wolverine? You ever a see a real wolverine? Come on dude, you’re such a joke. Why don’t you just go back to Japan or something? Seriously, everybody hates you around here.”
“The professor don’t hate me.”
“Yes he does. He absolutely hates you.”
“No he doesn’t.”
“I’m telling you, for real, listen to me here, the Professor can’t stand you. Whenever you leave the room he’s always making fun of your dumb accent and your stupid haircut.”
“I don’t have a dumb accent.”
“I doon’t have a doomb aah-xent.”
Snikt! Wolverine drew his claws.
“Oh wow, I’m scared now. Oh man, Wolverine popped his knives out. I guess I shouldn’t have made fun of his dumb accent. Oh jeez, man, Wolverine, I’m really sorry. Can we just forget about this maybe? I’m just, wow, I’m really, really scared. I don’t know if … just … holy …”
“It’s OK, bub.”
Snikt! Wolverine put his claws away.
“Are you for real? You don’t have any sense of sarcasm at all?”
“I said apology accepted.”
“You fucking moron, I wasn’t apologizing.”
“Oh yeah? Well why’d ya say sorry then, eh?”
“Because I was … I can’t even. That’s how sarcasm works. Because I’m not scared of you. I have powers too, you know.”
“Heh. Yeah, you’ve got snow powers.”
“Are you serious? Are you for real right now? Just because I don’t walk around smoking a dumb cigar and riding a motorcycle doesn’t mean I’m any less powerful than you. Especially you.”
“That cigar ain’t a power. That’s just a cigar.”
“Yeah, idiot, I know it’s a cigar. I can’t even have a conversation with you.”
“Yeah, because you’d lose at a conversation just like you’d lose at a fight.”
“I wouldn’t lose at a fight. Do you have any idea what I’m capable of? I could freeze you right in your tracks.”
“Heh, I can handle the cold. I’m from upstate.”
“Yeah, whatever, I could freeze the blood in your veins. I could bury you underneath a goddamn iceberg. You know what entropy is? Huh? Of course you don’t. But it’s fucking cold. For real. That’s where this is heading, everything, the universe, all of our atoms, it’s all heading to the cold, the big freeze, and you know who’s the only one around here ready for an ice age?”
“No, not fucking Wolverine. It’s me. Iceman.”
“OK, well, I disagree, bub.”
“Fuck you, Wolverine. Just go fuck yourself. Fucking asshole. And stop using my fucking deodorant. Seriously, one more time and I’m going to Cyclops.”
Iceman storms out. Then he comes back in to scoop up his duffel bag, his things strewn around his open locker.
“Wolverine, come on, please, please, just knock it off. Keep the deodorant. Come on man, just … enough, I live here too, you know.”
“Heh. Sure thing snowman.”