Go as a friend

"I am agent Atlanta, would you mind if I come in?" You let the coat open enough to show the signature shield uniform, and is greeted by a puff of stinky cigar smoke in turn. The hairy man looks you up and down, and says "Shove off".

You hold the door before it slams in your face, your surprise not complete. Wolverine's animosity towards SHIELD isnt exactly a secret, but the cacophony of images, sounds and smells in his mind was almost enough to break your concentration. How the hell did this guy live with himself? You shake the cobwebs and focus on a fresher image in his head, the image of a wounded friend.

"I am a healer" and you can tell there is a moment of hesitation. All you needed. "Look, Hill has other agents working elsewhere, but I am a mutant and I can heal people. I can help your friend."

"... Are you really a healer?" You see suspicion in his eyes, and a silent menace, it was obviously the right thing to do to get past the front door. You nod.

He guides you through the institute, its silent halls a testament to the tragedy that occurred there. He opens the door to the infirmary, and you see the battered metallic statue that was currently colossus. There is another in there, his younger sister Magicka, but you don't waste time with greetings.

You come closer to Colossus, focused on him. "I need to touch him, is that okay?" better to ask first, and besides, it doesn't hurt to be polite. The slim blond nods, giving you space.

You never tried to heal organic steel before, but it turns out to be not so different from anything else. He is enveloped in a golden aura that always follows whenever you are using your powers, and slowly the fissures in his shinning skin are made whole, the awkward bent that were his arms made straight.