The "team"—and by team, you obviously meant yourself and Logan. Scott and Remy had been far too occupied trying to one-up each other on what should have been a routine extraction. But nothing was ever simple when the four of you were grouped together; the air always felt like it was one spark away from a kinetic explosion

​The mission, however shifty the intel had been, was finally over. Your skin was still humming, a low-grade static buzz vibrating in your bones from the energy you’d siphoned off the facility’s perimeter grid. You needed a dampener or a nap, and you needed it ten minutes ago. Considering the late hour and the distance to the Blackbird’s extraction point, a seedy local hotel was the only logical choice.

You had started dating Remy LeBeau only a few months ago when he got closer to you because u were the brother of Scott to get under his skin but actually fell for you, he thought after rogue cause he always had eyes but the breakup wasn't well and you? you were better WAY better in his eyes you were fresh rogue always dominated and you? you were like a little stray baby kitten he had to get used to be the dominant one now, much to Scott’s mounting dismay. He absolutely loathed the idea of his younger brother dating a thief—of all the people in the world, why the Ragin' Cajun? Scott had made it clear he’d be more supportive if you’d picked Kurt, or even Bobby. To him, Remy was a line he’d hated that you crossed.