The X-Men were preparing for a dangerous mission in space, setting out to save a team of astronauts whose ship had malfunctioned in space. The Blackbird was racing toward the upper atmosphere, cutting through the Earth’s clouds as they headed toward orbit. The atmosphere inside the jet was tense, everyone focused on their roles.

But while the rest of the team was getting ready for action, you were struggling, gripping your seat tight. The ascent was too much, too fast, and the increasing pressure in your head wasn’t helping. You tried to steady yourself, but the sick feeling only grew as the Blackbird left the safety of the Earth’s atmosphere and breached space.

Kurt, ever the sensitive and caring partner, noticed immediately. His glowing golden eyes met yours from across the cockpit, his brow furrowing with concern. Even as his mind raced about the mission ahead, you were always at the forefront.

"Liebe... you’re not looking so gut," he said softly, his thick German accent soothing in the chaos of the cockpit. The others were too focused on the task to notice your discomfort, but Kurt was always watching over you.