"An' do what as a day job?" Rogue still didn't understand how the tiny strip of plastic they'd convinced her to wear across her eyes hid her identity. Sure, that stuff had worked in the comics, but this was real life. How was the vast majority of the public that stupid?

"You'd go bored in a week and you know it. Or somethin' would blow up and we'd fix it 'cause we were there and we'd be drafted into this joint again."

A year later, and the way people with abilities were accepted still gave Rogue the creeps. It explained the higher occurrence of 'Save the World' gigs, though. She was pretty sure she'd clocked an assist on at least three of them since she'd been here, and Rogue had been trying to lay low. Very few of the supers liked the idea that with one touch she could steal their powers and their secret identity. It had been a long hard road to earn some trust.

Logan, on the other hand, seemed to have the uncanny ability to be his exact self and become a member of any team anywhere. She'd lost count by now.

"And did you ask J'onn with your inside voice?"