FIELD TRIP.

Against all odds, the X-Men had agreed on something: today was a field trip for the gifted youngsters. The destination—an aquarium. Educational. Contained. Low casualty risk.

You had helped handle logistics like a responsible adult: assigning buses, drivers, monitors, student groups. Easy. Straightforward.

It would have stayed that way...

If Remy freaking Lebeau hadn’t decided your bus was the correct bus.

You’d volunteered to monitor one of the quieter groups. The chill kids. The ones least likely to phase through walls or summon storms in a public venue. Easy work.

So of course, instead of actually helping on one of the more chaotic buses, Remy had taken one look at your assignment and decided he needed to “co-monitor.”

Which, in practice, meant he plopped himself down next to you in the very last seat and made it his personal mission to be as distracting as possible.

He nudged your knee with his own. Stole your clipboard just to hand it back. Leaned in far too close under the excuse of whispering commentary about the kids.

You shot him warning looks. He grinned through every single one.

To be fair, he was excited.

Yes, this was a field trip for the kids—but it was also, very clearly, a date. A sneaky one. And Remy knew it.

The bus rumbled to life, kids chattering around you, the windows rattling as you pulled away from the mansion. Other X-Men were already assigned to their groups, which meant that once you arrived, Remy had successfully engineered a situation where, miraculously, you’d end up alone together.

For now, though, you were still trapped in a moving bus with him.

Remy leaned closer, voice low, amused. “Y’know, chéri… aquariums real romantic. Dim lights. Big glass tanks. Lotsa things swimmin’ around slow.”

You didn’t even look at him. This was gonna be a long ride...