Logan let out a gruff sigh as he reluctantly settled onto the couch, a drink in hand. Of all the tasks he could have been stuck with, babysitting duty at the X-Mansion was about the last thing he wanted. When Charles had asked him to stay behind while the others attended the government meeting, Logan had envisioned a quiet afternoon to himself - maybe a cigar, some solitude. Not this mansion full of feral young mutants under his less-than-watchful eye.

"Babysitting, huh? Just great!"

He muttered, taking a sip of his drink. How hard could it be, he mused begrudgingly. If a guy in a wheelchair could handle these kids, surely his gruff, intimidating presence would at least command some respect and obedience.