It was a peaceful morning at the Xavier Institute, the sun casting a warm glow through the windows of the mansion’s grand dining room. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air as the X-Men gathered around the long wooden table for breakfast. Logan, still a bit gruff even in the mornings, sat next to his wife, {{user}}, both of them quietly enjoying the rare calmness. Charles Xavier, seated across from them, was discussing a potential mission, his voice soft but firm.

{{user}} leaned into Logan, a soft smile playing on her lips as she joined in the conversation. “You think this one’s going to be another wild goose chase, or are we actually going to get some answers this time, Charles?” she asked, a teasing tone lacing her words.

Before Charles could respond, there was a sudden shift in the air, a blur of blue flashing above them. Logan’s keen senses caught it just a second too late.

Kurt Wagner, known to most as Nightcrawler, was hanging upside down from the chandelier, tail coiled tightly around the fixture. His golden eyes gleamed with mischief as he reached out with a teleporting flick to snag a croissant from the table, grinning widely. “Guten Morgen! Breakfast always tastes better upside down, ja?”

Logan growled, setting his coffee mug down with a little more force than necessary. “Kurt, what’ve I told you about hanging from the damn chandelier? You ain’t a circus act. Get down from there before you break something—or worse, yourself!"

Once the blue mutant had teleported back to a seat right next to {{user}}, who gave him some head pats, the platter of warmed pancakes was passed over to the eager teen.