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xp_logsAmanda and Wade talk about a few things over breakfast.
"Y'know," Wade said, nudging a basket full of mini-boxes of different cereals in Amanda's general direction. "I legit expected the continental breakfasts here to be like, sausage and eggs and stuff. And there are all those croissants and bagels and stuff, but I just... want... Fruit Loops."
Amanda snorted into her tea, almost spilling it. That tended to be a hazard when Wade was around. "I think Jubilee scarfed 'em all," she replied, picking over the cereals to see if there was something she liked. "You've gotta be quick when she's around, especially after a big powers binge like at the station last week."
"And stuff," Wade repeated, blinking slowly at the boxes of Rice Crispies and Cheerios. "Did she eat all the Honey Nut ones? And the Frosted Flakes? How is this my life? Kashi. God, this is worse than the yogurt that one time."
The witch chuckled. "Life with energy projectors," she pointed out philosophically. "But it's also a good idea to have a witch on your good side, because..." And with that, Amanda got up and made several hand passes over one of the bottom cupboards in the kitchen, muttering under her breath. Then there was a click and she opened the door, pulling out a large box of Honey Nut Cheerios. "I'm not a big fan of Froot Loops, but I'll share these."
Wade grinned, making grabby hands at the box of cereal. "You are my favorite witch, Sammy, not even gonna lie. You like those fancy like, I dunno. Tea balls, right? Drop 'em in, watch 'em bloom? Boom, tea flower in the bottom of your cup. See, I couldn't drink one with a tea flower in the bottom," he said, moving to get bowls and spoons and milk. "Not that I... ever drink tea?" He squinted a little.
"I have those only when I have Chinese," Amanda replied with a grin. "And it's obvious you need more sessions with the Prof if you can't remember if you like tea or not. Man lives on Earl Grey, I swear." As Wade set the bowls down on the table, she poured a healthy serving of cereal in each before locking the box back up in its warded cupboard. "Don't let me forget that spell's there when we go, by the way. It might be hard to explain to Fi's mum why there's a magical anti-Jubilee ward on her kitchen cupboard and a mouldy box of Cheerios behind it."
"I will definitely remember that," Wade said. "And also, I kind of try to avoid drinking tea with the Prof cause it's like. Hi, I feel like I'm getting dragged up to the Principal's office, right? Scolding's never really been my thing. Except for when he went through my brain before saying I could stay here for help and stuff. He let me have water then."
"You're about the only one who's managed to avoid him, then," Amanda said with a snort. "You'll have to teach me your tricks. 'Tho I think 'avoid being an actual sort of teacher' might be one of the ones I missed."
"Yeah, pretty much that," Wade said, pouring milk into both their bowls. He propped his hip against the counter and shrugged. "Though to be fair, less with the avoiding since Maya came to the mansion. Y'know, gotta be responsible and shiz. Still, not with the tea, though."
"How're things going with the littlest troublemaker?" Amanda asked, before rendering herself speechless with a giant mouthful of cereal and milk.
"Better for the last couple months," Wade said. "Though I guess it doesn't take much, considering her benchmark is trying to knife people. Managed not to get herself in trouble on that ski trip she went on around Christmas, so there's that." Then he shoved a massive spoonful of Cheerios into his own mouth. Only Wade kept talking around them. "How're your magic kids?"
Amanda held up her spoon as a placeholder while she finished what she was eating. "Scarily well-behaved, so far," she replied at last. "Then again, they're Brits, so less prone to acts of random rebellion. And it helps that I have Topaz and Megan still about to help out when I'm working. " She shrugged. "Wish I could be around more, but 'm not ready to be a full-time school marm. Besides, we need all the heavy hitting we can get these days."
"Fair," Wade said, nodding along to the first. "And true," he said, meaning the second. "Last week was pretty intense."
"And then some. We'll have to keep an eye on this whole Morlock thing, make sure there isn't another rebellion of that sort." Amanda sighed. "I mean, that Callisto worked with us to make sure nothing happened, but how long is she going to stay the boss if she can't control her people? And New York wasn't exactly forthcoming on information for me on them - divided loyalties and all that." She paused in the middle of speaking, and looked sheepish. "And I'm talking work while we're on vacation. Whoops."
Grinning, Wade shook his head. "Nah, don't worry about it." Then he waggled his eyebrows and said, "Though, since you mentioned vacations, I thought this would be an excellent time to point out my newest lounge-wear ensemble." He gestured with his spoon to his Captain America socks, Captain America boxers, and Captain America t-shirt. "I found a house full of his stuff. Like, my stuff that has him on it. Merch, collectibles, vintage stuff. Sammy, I have every single Captain America comic book from the original run during World War II."
"And here I was trying not to go blind with so much red-white-and-blue," Amanda teased. "What's the big draw about this bloke? He doesn't seem to be the sort of person you'd be interested in, all Boy Scouty and all."
Wade took another bite of his cereal and chewed while he pondered that question. After swallowing he said, "Cap doesn't compromise when it comes to doing what's right. I mean. I'm 100% morally gray about most things, right? There's like two things I'm black and white about. So it's not the morals thing. I guess it's just - when I was growing up, there weren't a lot of guys I could look up to, eh? Comics were all right. And it was nice to think that there'd been somebody out there who just did what was right. The kinda guy who stepped in when he saw some asshole hittin' his wife or whatever. Even if he was dead, he'd been alive at some point, so somebody like that could exist somewhere again." He shoved another mouthful of Honey Nut Cheerios into his mouth.
Amanda's smile was amused, but there was an understanding look in her eyes. "We all need heroes, I s'pose," she replied. "I didn't have that growing up, but when I reached the school, well..." There'd been Nathan, who'd turned out to be just an ordinary man with his own flaws, which was perhaps why it had hurt so much when he'd pulled away from her. "The people I tend to look up to tend to be scruffy sorts with trenchcoats and who chain smoke. Or Wanda."
"There's worse role models than Wanda," Wade pointed out with a smile. "But yeah. Kinda makes me wonder how things would've been different if I'd known about the mansion." He waved his spoon at himself in general. "Not that it would've mattered, I guess. Not in the long run." He hadn't been a mutant before Weapon-X got their hands on him. At least, he hadn't manifested.
"I hadn't thought about it before, but neither of us got to manifest naturally. Mine got forced on early by Rack, and who knows if you would ever have realised if you were a mutant if it hadn't been for the whole government experiment thing." Everyone's histories - at least the bits that were potential security threats - were available to the X-Force team records. She grinned. "If you'd been at the mansion earlier and known what you were and all that, why, you could be running around in a black leather suit right at this moment, saying things like, "To me, my X-Men!"."
Wade cracked up. He had to put his spoon down in his Cheerios so he could brace his hand against his side. "Oh God," he said. "Can you imagine? Me and Summers vying for the affections of all the little X-Men. Christ, I can't even - they have so many morals. Taking Jean along to rescue McSparkles' chicklets was weird enough. Like, what she didn't see didn't hurt her."
Amanda giggled at the mental image of Wade and Scott as X-Men together. "Poor Jean. She keeps getting caught up in shite she's so not prepared for. And it doesn't help that we knew someone a bit more together in that sense."
"Yeah... knowin' stuff's... also weird," Wade said, picking up his spoon again once he'd managed to stop chuckling. Seriously - him with as many morals as the X-Men toted around. What would he even do with all those things? He probably wouldn't be able to walk.
"And hard because we can't just out and talk about the weird." Amanda finished her cereal by drinking the honey-flavoured milk out of the bowl and then wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "Well, I should go shower and all that. Got a hard day of sitting next to a fire avoiding the cold ahead."
"Fare thee well, Samanda. Fare thee well," Wade said, giving her a small salute even as he moved to finish off his own cereal.
"Y'know," Wade said, nudging a basket full of mini-boxes of different cereals in Amanda's general direction. "I legit expected the continental breakfasts here to be like, sausage and eggs and stuff. And there are all those croissants and bagels and stuff, but I just... want... Fruit Loops."
Amanda snorted into her tea, almost spilling it. That tended to be a hazard when Wade was around. "I think Jubilee scarfed 'em all," she replied, picking over the cereals to see if there was something she liked. "You've gotta be quick when she's around, especially after a big powers binge like at the station last week."
"And stuff," Wade repeated, blinking slowly at the boxes of Rice Crispies and Cheerios. "Did she eat all the Honey Nut ones? And the Frosted Flakes? How is this my life? Kashi. God, this is worse than the yogurt that one time."
The witch chuckled. "Life with energy projectors," she pointed out philosophically. "But it's also a good idea to have a witch on your good side, because..." And with that, Amanda got up and made several hand passes over one of the bottom cupboards in the kitchen, muttering under her breath. Then there was a click and she opened the door, pulling out a large box of Honey Nut Cheerios. "I'm not a big fan of Froot Loops, but I'll share these."
Wade grinned, making grabby hands at the box of cereal. "You are my favorite witch, Sammy, not even gonna lie. You like those fancy like, I dunno. Tea balls, right? Drop 'em in, watch 'em bloom? Boom, tea flower in the bottom of your cup. See, I couldn't drink one with a tea flower in the bottom," he said, moving to get bowls and spoons and milk. "Not that I... ever drink tea?" He squinted a little.
"I have those only when I have Chinese," Amanda replied with a grin. "And it's obvious you need more sessions with the Prof if you can't remember if you like tea or not. Man lives on Earl Grey, I swear." As Wade set the bowls down on the table, she poured a healthy serving of cereal in each before locking the box back up in its warded cupboard. "Don't let me forget that spell's there when we go, by the way. It might be hard to explain to Fi's mum why there's a magical anti-Jubilee ward on her kitchen cupboard and a mouldy box of Cheerios behind it."
"I will definitely remember that," Wade said. "And also, I kind of try to avoid drinking tea with the Prof cause it's like. Hi, I feel like I'm getting dragged up to the Principal's office, right? Scolding's never really been my thing. Except for when he went through my brain before saying I could stay here for help and stuff. He let me have water then."
"You're about the only one who's managed to avoid him, then," Amanda said with a snort. "You'll have to teach me your tricks. 'Tho I think 'avoid being an actual sort of teacher' might be one of the ones I missed."
"Yeah, pretty much that," Wade said, pouring milk into both their bowls. He propped his hip against the counter and shrugged. "Though to be fair, less with the avoiding since Maya came to the mansion. Y'know, gotta be responsible and shiz. Still, not with the tea, though."
"How're things going with the littlest troublemaker?" Amanda asked, before rendering herself speechless with a giant mouthful of cereal and milk.
"Better for the last couple months," Wade said. "Though I guess it doesn't take much, considering her benchmark is trying to knife people. Managed not to get herself in trouble on that ski trip she went on around Christmas, so there's that." Then he shoved a massive spoonful of Cheerios into his own mouth. Only Wade kept talking around them. "How're your magic kids?"
Amanda held up her spoon as a placeholder while she finished what she was eating. "Scarily well-behaved, so far," she replied at last. "Then again, they're Brits, so less prone to acts of random rebellion. And it helps that I have Topaz and Megan still about to help out when I'm working. " She shrugged. "Wish I could be around more, but 'm not ready to be a full-time school marm. Besides, we need all the heavy hitting we can get these days."
"Fair," Wade said, nodding along to the first. "And true," he said, meaning the second. "Last week was pretty intense."
"And then some. We'll have to keep an eye on this whole Morlock thing, make sure there isn't another rebellion of that sort." Amanda sighed. "I mean, that Callisto worked with us to make sure nothing happened, but how long is she going to stay the boss if she can't control her people? And New York wasn't exactly forthcoming on information for me on them - divided loyalties and all that." She paused in the middle of speaking, and looked sheepish. "And I'm talking work while we're on vacation. Whoops."
Grinning, Wade shook his head. "Nah, don't worry about it." Then he waggled his eyebrows and said, "Though, since you mentioned vacations, I thought this would be an excellent time to point out my newest lounge-wear ensemble." He gestured with his spoon to his Captain America socks, Captain America boxers, and Captain America t-shirt. "I found a house full of his stuff. Like, my stuff that has him on it. Merch, collectibles, vintage stuff. Sammy, I have every single Captain America comic book from the original run during World War II."
"And here I was trying not to go blind with so much red-white-and-blue," Amanda teased. "What's the big draw about this bloke? He doesn't seem to be the sort of person you'd be interested in, all Boy Scouty and all."
Wade took another bite of his cereal and chewed while he pondered that question. After swallowing he said, "Cap doesn't compromise when it comes to doing what's right. I mean. I'm 100% morally gray about most things, right? There's like two things I'm black and white about. So it's not the morals thing. I guess it's just - when I was growing up, there weren't a lot of guys I could look up to, eh? Comics were all right. And it was nice to think that there'd been somebody out there who just did what was right. The kinda guy who stepped in when he saw some asshole hittin' his wife or whatever. Even if he was dead, he'd been alive at some point, so somebody like that could exist somewhere again." He shoved another mouthful of Honey Nut Cheerios into his mouth.
Amanda's smile was amused, but there was an understanding look in her eyes. "We all need heroes, I s'pose," she replied. "I didn't have that growing up, but when I reached the school, well..." There'd been Nathan, who'd turned out to be just an ordinary man with his own flaws, which was perhaps why it had hurt so much when he'd pulled away from her. "The people I tend to look up to tend to be scruffy sorts with trenchcoats and who chain smoke. Or Wanda."
"There's worse role models than Wanda," Wade pointed out with a smile. "But yeah. Kinda makes me wonder how things would've been different if I'd known about the mansion." He waved his spoon at himself in general. "Not that it would've mattered, I guess. Not in the long run." He hadn't been a mutant before Weapon-X got their hands on him. At least, he hadn't manifested.
"I hadn't thought about it before, but neither of us got to manifest naturally. Mine got forced on early by Rack, and who knows if you would ever have realised if you were a mutant if it hadn't been for the whole government experiment thing." Everyone's histories - at least the bits that were potential security threats - were available to the X-Force team records. She grinned. "If you'd been at the mansion earlier and known what you were and all that, why, you could be running around in a black leather suit right at this moment, saying things like, "To me, my X-Men!"."
Wade cracked up. He had to put his spoon down in his Cheerios so he could brace his hand against his side. "Oh God," he said. "Can you imagine? Me and Summers vying for the affections of all the little X-Men. Christ, I can't even - they have so many morals. Taking Jean along to rescue McSparkles' chicklets was weird enough. Like, what she didn't see didn't hurt her."
Amanda giggled at the mental image of Wade and Scott as X-Men together. "Poor Jean. She keeps getting caught up in shite she's so not prepared for. And it doesn't help that we knew someone a bit more together in that sense."
"Yeah... knowin' stuff's... also weird," Wade said, picking up his spoon again once he'd managed to stop chuckling. Seriously - him with as many morals as the X-Men toted around. What would he even do with all those things? He probably wouldn't be able to walk.
"And hard because we can't just out and talk about the weird." Amanda finished her cereal by drinking the honey-flavoured milk out of the bowl and then wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "Well, I should go shower and all that. Got a hard day of sitting next to a fire avoiding the cold ahead."
"Fare thee well, Samanda. Fare thee well," Wade said, giving her a small salute even as he moved to finish off his own cereal.
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