xp_logs | Scott and Kurt, Sunday afternoon

Kurt goes to the hangar to check on the 'Bird and he and Scott talk about the progress of the repairs and Kurt's healing, but say nothing at all about mean redheads.

He needed some water. Pulling off the welder's mask he was wearing, Scott climbed down off the scaffolding he'd been using to get to the underside of the Blackbird's wing and headed for where he'd left his water bottle, over on the tool bench.

By the time he got there, Kurt had appeared in the doorway from the mansion - not teleporting, this time, since there was no real need. He'd come to see how the work was going on the plane, as well as to talk to Scott, and he nodded a greeting as he looked it over. "Good afternoon."

"Kurt," Scott greeted him, after taking a swig from the bottle. "It's coming along," he said, looking back over his shoulder at the Blackbird. "I need to get Pietro down here, take advantage of his speed..."

"It is looking much better", Kurt agreed, relieved to see that it had been repairable, at least. "And I am sure he would be happy to help."

"I'm sure. Oh, also, I think Haroun is contemplating taking out a contract on your life, given the fact that you were the one at the controls when she crashed. Just thought I'd warn you," Scott said with a perfectly straight face, and took another sip of water.

"I feel I should get some allowances made for having been unconscious at the time", Kurt said equally solemnly. "Also because of the energy projector who caused her to crash."

"Well, you know Haroun. He gets a little irrational about the plane." Scott eyed Kurt's casted hand. "How's the hand?" he asked. "And the knee."

"The knee is mostly healed", Kurt assured him. He was hardly limping at all, now. "The hand... healing, but I think it will be a few more weeks."

"Don't rush it," Scott said. "Remember, I had a similar break... or breaks, I guess, after that mission to Hungary. Not quite as bad, but it was still a pain in the ass."

Kurt nodded. "Amelia X-rays it every few days, to check the progress. Though I suspect she may make me wear the cast until the end of the time, for what happened in Washington."

Scott choked on a mouthful of water, but tried not to grin as he turned back to the plane. "We all have our unfortunate moments... I'm sorry to hear Voght's being vengeful. Must be a redhead thing."

"I should have expected it, really", Kurt admitted, rueful.

"Well, it was a rather spectacular way to demonstrate that you need to be watched while you're on heavy painkillers," Scott said, almost merrily, and started back over to the scaffolding. "See, on days like that, you're supposed to sit around with your likewise drugged teammates and admire the patterns on the linoleum."

"My likewise drugged teammate was on a train to Arlington", he pointed out. "And there was the anniversary."

"I bet pleading the need to mark an anniversary didn't win you any points with Amelia, did I?"

"Not really. I think she agreed with Amanda that I should have called Nathan to wait at the station."

"They're no fun, are they? Redheads," Scott said, and then coughed, turning a bit red himself as he climbed the scaffold again. "You didn't hear me say that."

"You said nothing", Kurt agreed solemnly. "And I would certainly never pass it on to your wife."