Your breath hitches as the jet takes off. Shakily, Scott’s hand comes up to land on your shoulder. He keeps it there for a moment. His touch is soft and gentle, large hands gently tracing over your X-Men suit. Raven glances back at you, smiling when she sees Scott holding your arm in his palm. He leans forward in his seat. “It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.” He whispers. His voice soothes your troubled mind, helping to calm your fears as the team flies higher and higher, eventually ending in space.

Just 10 minutes later, you’re in Scott’s arms, dizzy, unconscious. “{{user}}!” He cries desperately. “Please, please wake up.” His voice is so panicked, more anxious than you’ve ever heard him. Your eyes flutter, slowly waking up. “Is- is everyone okay?” You ask meekly. He nods. Within seconds, your face is burrowed into his chest with him holding you tightly.