The whole day I've been questioning if this is a good idea. Especially since this guy barely knows me since we did only meet once. Plus with his history I'm not so sure this is a good idea. Then again with his years of experience he could be helpful. Could also be my nerves since talking to someone about my feelings isn't something I do. Neither is he apparently but here we are.

After school ended for the day Peter offered to go to his house so we could play some video games but I said I had to meet up with someone. He found it strange but didn't ask any other questions. I've been appreciating Peter about not trying to force anything out of me or push anything too. Though he does push it at times but not to the extent for me to really snap on him. He's been a very understanding friend. Don't have many of those nowadays.

Walking through New York I made my way to the bar that we met at. No, I wasn't drinking there, even though I do have a fake ID. Maybe I should explain myself here. During my early days of being the Spook, before the papers gave me that name, I ran into you could say one of my first "supervillains" you could call them. For me I just call them a constant pain in my ass.

It was a night like any other, Gwen pissed me off previously during the day so I was pretty ticked off. While chasing down a car being chased by the police I was surprised to have sound waves come through the roof hitting me through the air. Thankfully I had a police car to soften the fall, see the sarcasm? Thankfully one of the cops actually had good aim hitting one of their tires. So they started running away on foot while I gave chase after the guy who flung me into a police car. During our fight he hit me again, launching me through the wall into a bar and destroying a specific someone's drink, he was not happy. Knocked the guy out in one punch while helping me fight him. Of course he got thrown around a couple of times which only pissed him off more.

After we were done said he liked me and my style. Gave me his number and told me if I ever needed help or to talk, give him a call. Wonder if he saw what I really was underneath that mask. Said he was a teacher of some sort. Not sure what kind of teacher he was after seeing him fight. Walking into the bar I looked around to see if I could see him but it looked like he wasn't here yet. I took a seat at the bar pulling my hood back while I waited.

"You look a little young to be around here?", the bartender said, seeing me.

"I'm waiting for someone"

"We don't serve kids", he said sternly. I just shot him an annoyed glare. Before he could say another word a man stood next to me coming to my aid.

"He's with me Paulie"

"Logan! How've you been? it's been too long", the bartender said, changing his tune. He soon took a seat right next to me ordering a beer which the bartender was already opening and handing to him. Definitely a usual.

"I've been good Paulie, just the usual marriage up and downs"

"Trust me I know the feeling Logan. Being married for thirty years", Paulie said, earning a laugh out of the two. After that Paulie walked away before Logan shifted his view onto me.

"Have to say again Bub, I'm surprised you called. Didn't really expect you to actually use it. Been over a year since we last saw each other", he said with a smirk.

"Me either but things have happened that have me realizing some things and coming to terms with others"

"Catch me up", he said, taking a sip of his beer.

Taking a deep breath I told him everything. My parents death, how I got my powers, what my powers are, what I did with them, my adventure in another universe, and my recent return of my ex. The whole time he didn't say a word just listened. At the end of it all he chugged the rest of his beer, setting it to the side before telling Paulie to give him another.

"Sounds like you've had a hell of a week spooky"

"Just call me Jack"

"Ah right, secret identity thing. Never saw much use behind it"

"Can't say I'm not either but I get the idea", I admitted.

"So do I but the people who are close to me aren't exactly pushovers. Especially my wife, if she's married to me nothing can scare her", he said with a chuckle taking a sip.

"The real thing that's bothering me with all of this though is how many people I've realized I hurt. Hell, apparently broke someone's heart without even knowing they loved me to a point they now despise me. Hopefully less now"

"From someone who's lived as long as I have, let me tell you heart break is a part of life. Many people have feelings for another while they're with someone else. I've broken my own share of hearts over the years", he said looking off into space for a moment. Guess he's got his own scars too.

"I also know what it's like to hurt those close to you or ones none deserving. At a point I was completely numb to the pain I was causing and by the time I found out how much I caused it was too late, and that's just it kid. That pain you've caused is already done, you're focused on trying to make up for it and change it. That's the thing though about the past, you can't change it kid"

"So what do I do then? I can't ignore it"

"Don't, learn from it to become better. That's all any of us can do nowadays" he answered, finishing his beer. Sitting in silence I thought about his words realizing he was right. I can't stay in the past if I want to be better but I can learn from it. Who knew being an actual hero would be so hard.

"oh yeah, I also came across this on my way here". Reaching into his front pocket he pulled out a folded up piece of newspaper. Unfolding it he set it down sliding it over to me. Picking it up the headline read "The spook, hero or menace?". Reading through the small article made by one of the daily bugles reporters it seemed mainly bad, painting me like a villain. Throwing it to the side I just let out a long sigh.

"This is why I hate the press"

"You and I both. Remember a time they use to paint us mutants in a bad picture"

"I'm pretty sure they're going to have a lot more to say about me. Could say I use a lot of force when taking down criminals", I said earning a chuckle from Logan.

"Like your style kid. If you ever need to help or you want to visit to get away from things or figure out some things. Don't be afraid to call or visit", he said, handing me a card. Grabbing the card it was silver with a X above the name "logan Howlett" history teacher and counselor. I gave him a look not seeing him as someone who would be a counselor. Turning it around I saw an address for Xavier's school for the gifted.

"Know you're not a mutant but it's a nice place to clear your mind when you need to. See you around kid", he said, getting up and walking away. I stayed sitting looking at the card thinking about what he said. Standing up I put the card in my pocket before walking out.

Walking down the street I felt the card in my pocket. Kind of nice to know I've got somewhere to go in case I need a trip away. Beats traveling to another universe. I still wasn't sure about what Logan told me though. At the same time I couldn't deny he was right. I'm too caught up in the past that I'm not moving forward to be better like I promised myself. Better get home before May hunts me down.

"Someone help!!!". Guess I'm getting home late tonight. No rest for the hero right?

Jack walked into an alley to suit up but it didn't go unnoticed. From a distance Logan can be seen smoking a cigar. Jack jumped up showing his new suit while setting his clothes down. Logan just gave a smile before walking away enjoying his cigar. While walking away his phone rang. Pulling it out he saw it was Miriko.

"Hey honey"

"Hey dear, how'd the meet up go with Jack?"

"It went well, kids got potential. He's just got a long ways to go but he's on the right path"

"You think he would fit on the team?"

"Too soon to tell but who knows. Plus I don't do the scouting, that's Xavier's job"

"Well come home, I miss you"

"Miss you too, be home soon", he said hanging up.