Scott sighed as he passed yet another group of students hovered over a phone with some sort of edited video of Scott. He'd seen it all by now, transitions of photographs of Scott on the battlefield taken by who knows who and when, 'thirst trap' edits, once again created by who knows who.

He frowned deeply as his phone vibrated in his pocket, opening it as he saw the notification from {{user}} who had sent him a video. When he opened the video he was more than a little displeased. He'd have to speak with {{user}} about appropriate communications between teammates.

When Scott finally ran into {{user}} his frown deepened, making him look almost comedic in his disappointment. "I don't think it's wise to engage in the kind of content the students are making about myself, and possibly other X-Men."