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Dare Date [ T & D]

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Scott: Scott couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “Emma the little nerd,” he aww’d. He shifted over the roof tile, hand propping his head. "Of course you and me? BFFs. If you weren't trying to steal my spot at the top of the class." He fell quieter at the direction of her powers, smile dimming somewhat. Scott furrowed his brow tilting the liquid around his glass. "My powers saved my life -and.. my brother's. I'd be dead without them. But, there were accidents, at the hospital and other times. I used them intentionally. I don't know, some people might still be alive." he shrugged, offering a small smile. "it wasn't the easiest puberty let's say."

Emma: " Even had the pigtails and glasses to prove it." She laughed somewhat at the idea of them being friends, "I would never have let you, friendly competition and all." She fell silent for a moment. "It’s hard to imagine how we survived." She said with a chuckle before reaching her glass toward his, "Cheers to it being over."

Scott: The shit eating grin only grew. "Oh, this is my new favorite thing. You must have pictures. C'mon." he snorted, "Sorry, but I'm Scott Summers? and I always come first." he was glad for the easy laugh, "We're alive." he chuckled, "Cheers to that." He said clinking his glass a little too enthusiastically.

Emma: "Probably have a picture somewhere, but there's no way in hell I'll be showing you that." She shot back with a scrunched nose. "No one will ever see those pictures." She could only chuckle, "And I'm a Frost and we don't do second place." After the clink of their glasses, Emma finished off her glass tentatively, relaxing a bit. 

Scott: "Oh C'mon. I wanna see." Scott drawled, prodding her below the ribs. "Did you have braces? Bad Haircut? The whole works?" he grinned at the image. "Still obnoxiously cute anyway, I'll bet." Scott tilted his head, willing to concede the point, "Maybe yes but, you would cheat." He finished his glass. "Okay, next question. Favorite time of your life. As in, generally, over the span of a few years."

Emma: "Over my dead body," she protested, wiggling away from his finger with a small light laugh. "No brace. And as if my mother would let me leave the house with a terrible haircut, please image was everything." She smirked at the confession, "Cute, huh? I do believe you just admitted something, Summers. Can't take it back now." She had to laugh at his slight admission. She watches him as he takes the drink, her body warming up to the chill as they continue. Becoming less tense the more she talked. "I suppose when I left...a few years before I started at ESU. You?"

Scott: He paused raised his eyebrow at her, "Obnoxiously cute....generally obnoxious. Who woulda thought." He thought he didn't have a comeback. "No, I cannot...however," he settled for another prod, "How come? he asked. "First few years of life probably, for obvious reasons. Then first joining SHIELD. This would be the third though."

Emma: She wiggled again at his finger, biting back the giggle. "Well, I suppose I was on my own. I could do what I wanted, be who I wanted. God anywhere. Hell, I even washed dishes for a while. I was utterly out from control of my parents and went where the wind blew me. I had no worries or expectations. " She doesn't want to pick at the moment. To ruin it with what she thinks of SHIELD or the fact that those moments molded him. "Oh really? It's just third then?" She asked with a smile. Scott: Scott watched her, listening along. It sounded pleasant. "And, no attachment," he commented. "You really washed dishes?" he said, surprised. "I had something similar," he said, "When I was sort of floating around, after leaving the orphanage. But I was a little less put together I guess? Scared out of my damn mind then," he paused, it was hard to avoid the dark stuff. "Uh, no," he smiled, "Our date is number one obviously. You'll go on to be president or something and I can brag about how I went on a date with Emma Frost — And y'know made out in a close one time."

Emma: She nodded. "Yes, with no attachments. It's easier that way." She admitted. "I did...Long story short. I was starving and got caught trying to cheat someplace out of paying...Not my finest moment." She listened to him, understanding that. "I was hardly put together, but I guess we both figured it out somehow." She pressed her finger into his shoulder, "Oh really?" She smirked at him, "So you're not denying you enjoy my company?"

Scott: "Not like this place," Scott pointed out. "-And drink," He added pouring himself another glass a little too generously. He laughed then, "Mhmmm. More or less." "Firstly, oww," he protested. He smiled looking up at the sky. "Err, I don't deny it! You're just usually screaming with me and I don't want to give you the satisfaction. Toootally different."

Emma: "No, not like this place at all. Too many attachments and reason not to leave. she extended her empty glass toward him" Her mind whirled with all the people who wormed into her life.  "I suppose but life is never easy..." She simply rolled her eyes, "It was just a poke." She laughed softly, "You so deny it, but I know the truth. You get flustered around me for a reason."

Scott: "Suck doesn't it?" said wryly as he filled her glass. "Eh," he shook his head, "You really don't know the half of it right now." "No...this is a poke." he drawled prodding below the ribs like last time. "Oh, you know what? Immunity. Starting now. Boom. It's done. I am unflappable."

Emma: "Sure but maybe not for long..." She rose a brow at him, "I'm sure I know more than you'd be thinking..." She squirmed from his finger, "That's exactly what I did!" Repeating the motion. "Right, we'll see about that."

Scott: "Sure." Scott said skeptically but said nothing more. "No..dodon't be vague right now. What- Do you know?" "But I did it better," he pointed out. He smiled raised an eyebrow at the poke, "Well that's it," setting down his drink. "never start on me Frost I hate losing." he pushed the bag out of the way from between them, leaning over hand playing across her ribs.

Emma: She simple left it to hang between them. "Not vague, just trust me I know far more than I let on. So what do you want me to tell you?" She tiptoed around the topics that would spoil the mood that had settled for them. "Better? No...No-" She gasped before laughter broke out past her lips and she lost her self to the feeling of tingles and tickling. "No, Scott, stop it's not fair" each word coming between a small bought of giggles.

Scott: "Nothing," he said through narrowed eyes, almost petulantly. It was simply a delight. Scott was grinning and laughing like an idiot as she tried to squirm away from him. "Sorry, what was that? Scott wins? Is that what you said?" Not letting up, he shifted onto his knees so the other hand could join in the assault.

Emma: Wiggling under him, Emma tried as she might try to still his fingers across her rib cage ever as her laughter echoed around them.  Trying to block her stomach and ribs from his unrelenting fingers to no avail. "That is not what I said," she protested through between giggles and laughs, "Scott! Yes...Yes, you win!" She watched him, hovering over, racking her brain for a way to distract him. Her fingers moved to attempt to move over his own ribs in hopes of distracting him or fighting fire with fire.

Scott: "I really, really like winning." He reminded her, smug as all can be. It was hard to keep it up. It was like happy torment. Scott couldn't stop laughing, though, watching her wiggle, blonde hair splayed around her. When she tried for revenge, he only aww'd "No dice, sorry." Doubling his efforts

Emma: "I concede," she gasped for air, "I concede." while the fingers continued to splay across her stomach. Tears gathering in the corner of her eyes from the laughter she continued to move under him hoping to get away.  She mentally cursed at the fact that he wasn't ticklish and continued to hear her laughter ring out.

Scott: He rocked back, prying his hands away from her, one clutching his stomach as the last few bubbles of laughter racked through him, "I can't anymore. You win. Oh my god.." he breathed out, rubbing carefully under the lenses. he leaned too far back however and cursed a little as he ended up slipping down the roof a bit, a manic grab at the tile so he didn't die. "Worth it."

Emma: Labored breathing lifted her chest as she let out the last few giggles. she wiped at her eyes, knowing her makeup had been ruined at the corners of her eyes. She laughed at him this time, a smile pulling her lips into something easy toward him. The smile disappeared as he fell back and she made a mad move to grab his arm as well. She couldn't help the roll of her eyes, a fond smirk in place as she helped him settle back down. 

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Vineyard Date Chatango Log

Scott: Tony’s recommendation was perfect. The wine was - well he had no idea what the wine was but, the vineyard was beautiful, and so was the weather, and so was a certain blonde. Behind a stack of aging wine barrels, ears tinted a bright red and warm from the wine, Scott leaned lazily into a kiss from his date the evening, hands clasped loosely around a waist. He could taste the wine on her lips, and he smiled, murmuring, " We should probably catch up with the rest of the tour group..."

Emma: She had been surprised when they arrived at a vineyard. A good surprise. The wine had been superb as of now, already making a list of some to get, but was far more taken with the company than the surroundings. A vineyard was a vineyard. Her entire body relaxed as she leaned beside the smooth curving wood of the barrels. Hands clasped loosely around his neck, she smirked widely lips pressing against his. "Probably," She hummed back eyes hooded, "But not yet, they're just down in the other room."

Scott: "Best use of telepathy ever." Scott chuckled, brushing back strands of blonde hair, "Good. I 'd rather have you than wine. Expect that '86 Bordeaux, because wow." He said with a smile leaning down for her lips again.

Emma: Her smile grew, "Tip of the iceberg, darling." She leaned into his touch as wispy strands were pushed back. "Oh so glad I could rate above wine...For the most part," Emma teased pressing a little closer, lip capturing his softly

Scott: Eyebrows raised, mind glossing over the possibilities. He swallowed. "Sounds...promising. You have to show me sometime.". He hummed a low note as she pressed closer, cradling the side of her head as e kissed her slowly. A soft 'Ugh' sounded behind him. Scott stiffened, and half turned. A teenager in a uniform rolled her eyes at them, arms crossed

Emma: She almost told him he was thinking too much, but by now she knew better. Briefly, her eyes slipped shut until the kiss was broken. She fought the eye roll. Peering over his shoulder, Emma gave her a winning smile as whispered, "No time like the present right?" Fingers moving to her temple brushing the strands of hair behind her ear as she looked at the girl ."You're going to turn around. Forget you saw anything but the barrels and go back to your job." Turning her attention back to Scott, she smiled softly, "Suppose that's our cue to join the  others.?"

Scott: He turned back to see a smile he knew all too well. "Emma...." He said with some apprehension. The girl seemed to straighten, look at them again, eyes passing through them completely before she turned to leave. He let out a scoff 'These are not the mutants you're looking for. Very Obi-Wan of you." He rolled her head to the side, "Or," he drawled, pulling her close, hands slid into the back pockets of her jeans, "There's a bistro here. We could have some food, go for a moonlit walk? And if it gets late, there's a bed and breakfast..."He trailed off with a smile "-If you want to stay that is." Totally didn't plan that.

Emma: Her only response to his utterance of her name was a brow lift and a shrug. Watching the girl move away and she shook her head. "You massive dork." Said with a smile, only getting the reference because Tony had forced her to watch those stupid movies. Pressing against him, she smiled, "Mmm I like the sound of that." She didn't miss the comment about bed and breakfast, a sly smile creeping onto her face. "Oh, I don't mind staying. A nice break from campus."

Scott: "Nerd," He teased back, "I'm onto your Jedi mind tricks now Frosty." He couldn't help but mirror the smile. Transparent as ever. "Good," he said with a quick peck on the lips. "Because I'm starving," letting her go to look around.

Emma: "That's hot nerd to you," She smiled, "Or so you think, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve.” Nudging him a little she stood and followed him, lacing their hands. “Just don’t get us lost.”

Scott: “My mistake, hot nerd of my dreams. Better?” He grinned, shrugging, “Maybe I have a few up mine.” He squeezed her hand, a smirk thrown over his shoulder. “Please, I don’t get lost.”

Emma: “Oh I like that, yes much.” She beamed at him rolling her eyes, “Oh? I look forward to being surprised. She made a half laugh half scoff. “Oh, how silly of me to think otherwise.”

Scott: “Hot nerd queen of my dreams it is.” He lead them out of the cellars past the tour group and into the open air. There were a few tables set outside in the distance, and Scott headed over to them. “Has this not been a surprise so far? I’m actually curious as to what you were expecting, besides McDonald's.” He said with a goading smile. He moved to pull out a chair before taking a seat beside her. Menus and more wine were brought out. “I had to learn quick, you see. Since the time I did get lost, someone almost ran me over with her Porsche.”

Emma: “Can I get that on a T-shirt or something?” She asked following him closely. Gaze sweeping the area she had to admit it wasn’t what she expected. “It’s hard to surprise a telepath, but yes pleasantly surprise. Honestly? I figured just some cheapish Italian place near campus. You said casual, so the expectation was set low. I wasn’t thinking decent wine, breathtaking views.” She matched his smile and silently thanked God for chivalry and sat, napkin in lap. Her brow raised and she gave him a look of disbelief. “Right, because it’s my fault you were in the middle of the road?”

Scott: I’ll stitch it on the sweatpants.” Scott laughed. He gave a thoughtful hum, thumb brushing against the back of her hand. “Funnily enough, that’s what Stark suggested.” Narrowly avoiding calling him the ex-boyfriend, “Something simple. But I figured….” He shrugged, “It’s not too much?” He reached for his wine glass. “You wouldn’t have stopped otherwise! Then we would’ve never met, imagine that.” Scott smiled.

Emma: “Of course you will. She shook her head soft smile spreading at the light contact. Listening to him, Emma bit her lip gently. “I’m not sure how I feel about you asking Tony for advice…or help.” That was an awkward conversation waiting to happen. “Not too much at all. It’s actually kind of perfect.” She assured him. She laughed before taking a sip of her glass. “Maybe I would have you, you never know? And I just imagine your life being so dull without me.”

Scott: A kind of dream washed over him. “Oh?...He knew wine better than me.” She smiled happily, “Good.” He laid his hand on the back of her chair, “Over my body Maybe,” he teased, “Dull, definitely dull.” He agreed.

Emma: She looked at him, “It’s just a little weird. You two don’t really…get along. Is all.” She stated in hopes of displacing the feeling of dread. “Very good.” She hummed, leaning a little closer. “Why does everyone think I’m just a cold-blooded murderer, it’s a bit insulting.” She huffed in jest, “And boring you’d a workaholic.”

Scott: “That and you two used to date.” Scott stated to call out the elephant in the room. “It’s weird. But we get on better now. He was actually really helpful and, oddly, supportive.” He tilted his head with an amused smirk. “It’s because they think you’re dangerous. It’s kind of hot.” Stroking idly through blonde locks, mouth twisted in thought. “I’d be a SHIELD agent,” He pointed out. “An entirely different person.”

Emma: “Well yeah,” She said slowly, “There’s that little detail.” A brow raised she looked at him. “Huh, really? Still strange. And of course, he’s supportive.” The idea he was anything else was ludicrous to her, funny in a way “Not that it would matter.” At his smirk, she rolled her eyes with a light laugh, “And they’d be very right. You would find that attractive.” Emma watched him closely, pensive and thoughtful as ever. Lip sucked between her teeth as his fingers moved through her hair. He spoke, and her fingers made circles about his knee as she listened. “And that, yes.” She looked at him, not saying what she wanted but opting for, “Not too different. I’d imagine. Still dull. Still very… you.”

 Scott: “Mhmm…” Scott hummed, taking a large gulp of wine. “Yeah let’s not go there.” Scott shrugged, “Never seen that side of him. He’s…surprising. To say the least.” He cleared his throat, all the while keeping the image of a certain man in the red metal suit from his mind. “I find most things about you attractive.” He chewed on the thought a moment more before taking her chin between his fingers, smiling and kissing her. It was easier than telling her something stupid and far too serious for a first date like, she changed his life.

Emma: An amused smirk pulled her lips up. “Fair enough.” She shrugged nonchalantly and nodded not commenting further. It was odd the sudden shift, but she didn’t press. “So charming.” She smiled at him, “And that’s a very good thing. Please feel free to list them all.” She joked. Emma’s eyes slipped shut as she leaned into him, liking this part of the conversation a lot more than the heavy stuff. For now.

Scott: “Well, I’d start with your legs, the way you roll your eyes and bite hat lip, and…”He smiled, “Don’t you have hoards of other men for this?” Queuing up around the block to fawn over you and tell you how madly in love with Emma Frost they all are?” he shrugged apologetically, “I’m just here for the snark.” He cupped the side of her face, lips, curling against her. “-And this.”

Emma: “Oh? Just those?” she questioned coyly. “Aw, but why have a hoard of doting men follow me around with generic compliments when I have you? Sounds a little like jealousy,” She countered teasingly, “Just here for the wine,” She breathed against his lips fingers brushing the side of his neck. “Just here for this too? I can live with that.”

Scott: “No…I appreciate other assets. But I’d much rather show you than tell you.” His hand skimmed up her thigh, maintaining somewhat an aura of smug confidence even as the flush reached his ears. “Me jealous? No, no. I just feel bad for them pining for you because you’re all mine” he said with a playful look. “Maybe a little more than this…” He trailed off lips lightly finding the side of her neck.

Emma: “Oh? I do adore a man who’s not all about the talk.” She watched his hand grin growing. “Right. Poor saps infatuated with a goddess. But how very humanitarian of you.” She chuckled, eyes fluttering closed briefly at the lightest touch against er neck. “Feeling a bit peckish for dessert are we?”

Scott: “Poor saps. It’s not easy being infatuated with a goddess. I can sympathize, let’s say.” He nuzzled into her neck, “Starved.” He groaned kissing hard enough to leave a hickey.

Emma: “Oh I didn’t realize I was that tempting. I feel a little sorry about that,” She lied amused with the idea. She nibbled on her lips at his words, before a slight gasp left her the hickey. “I vote we skip straight to it. But some of us like to be wined and dined.”

Scott: “No you’re not.” He snorted, “Sorry,” giving a quick peck to the mark he’d made, not at all sorry. He let out a small strangled whine, a moment of weakness, before disentangling from her. Scott chuckled and leaned on the table, arms crossed as if an effort to keep his hands to himself. “I insist on it. You are being woo’ed whether you like it or not. So come on, order. Let’s do this.”

Emma: “well of course” She smiled innocently. Her hand moved to the area where there would be a mark. A slight shrug paired with the devious look she spoke. “Don’t be.” She was watched him, head tilted as he attempted to keep his hands to himself. She instead put her arms just close enough to barely brush his. The temptation was everything, after all. She nodded. “Right,” She sighed, fighting the eye roll. Woo-ing Emma Frost. The mere idea made her laugh. She looked over the menu for a second before setting it back down and looking at him expectantly, “All set, you?”

Scott: He set his menu down, letting his fingers trail up and down her arm. That lasted long. “Maybe you think I'm being a little frustrating. But, I don’t want to rush. I want to take my time with you. I really don’t want you to think I’m in it for just—that.”

Emma: She watched his fingers moved over her arms and smirked. Mission accomplished. He spoke, and Emma rose a brow at him. The idea was nearly foreign to her. She bit back the laugh that wanted to bubble up because who wanted to take things slow with her of all people? “Only a little.” She agreed with a smile, but it faltered as he continued to speak. “Why?” The question came out before she could it, confusion evident.

Scott: He wanted to roll his eyes at the smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing him. But he played with her fingers, instead bringing her hand to his lips. “So you’ve been humoring me. I’ll have to make it up to you.” He mused. At the question he paused only for a moment, hand combing through his hand before responding. “Why…I don’t want you to think that?” He said with a smile. “Or why I’d think you think that at al.”

Emma: She gave a soft smile when his lips met her hand. How very gentlemanly of him. “Yes, you will.” She watched him still waiting for an answer. Instead, she was met with questions to which she made a face. She thought about her reply, churning over the words. “Why would you not want me to think that I suppose?”

Scott: He let out a short if hesitant laugh. “Ah. We never talked about it, I guess what I meant is this,” rolling his eyes at himself, “This was always going to be more than sex for me. We don’t have to call it a relationship if you don’t want to. And, well I guess we really, really haven’ talked about it because I have no idea what you want.” He winced. “the urge to clamp up was strong, but he let it out in a string “Basically if we go back to ‘just friends’ or ‘just coworkers’ or –whatever. It’d drive me crazy. And frankly we never that so—Obviously if that’s what you want and if things don’t work out I could, but it’d be—Yeah.” He brushed his hair back with a sigh “…was that even the question?”

Emma: She listened, attempting to follow his thoughts more so than words. She felt her brow pucker with confusion for a moment. “I see.” She began slowly processing, “I guess this is us talking about it. I want—“ She looked at him chewing her lip starting again. “I don’t have the best track record for relationships, Scott. It’s always been easier to deal with infatuations and just sex than anything else. Less risk of getting hurt when they leave. But I want you. I just don’t want to jinx it with a label.” It was her turn to give out a soft slightly strained laugh. It sounded weird saying it out loud. “We could never be ‘just friends’ or ‘just co-workers’ if we wanted to, darling. That ship sailed in my closet and the garage and the roof.” She gave him a smile before bringing his lips to her softly, And yeah, I think it was.”

Scott: He brought her hand to his lips again, wanted to encourage her to talk to be open with him and tried not to look too crushed when it sounded like she was turning him down. A shy smile curled around his lips at the admission, however. He has to look down and not at her. It was ridiculous how giddy just the simple act of them finally liking each other made him. Embarrassing really. Scott cleared his throat, tried not grinning ear to ear as she talked and returned the kiss just as gently. “Let’s jinx it.” He had whispered before she pulled away. He wet his lips hesitantly. “…Fuck it. This is a good thing. I want you too.” He pressed closer angling for another kiss. “- I want to call you my girlfriend. I want to do stupid sappy shit with you-“

Emma: Openness was not the best thing in the world for Emma, and she knew it. She felt herself only sharing bits that need to be known and nothing more. He deserved more. She swallowed hard and let shaky out a breath as he looks away from her. For a brief moment, she thinks that’s it. But it’s not. She enjoys feeling his mind against hers. And even if she wouldn’t tell him the feeling that small upward pull of her lips at his whisper. Jinx it. She can hear the thudding of her heart rate pick up at the statement. “What?” She asks just as softly as him. As if hearing it again would make it less shocking to her. Less terrifying.  She’s smiling at him nonetheless, though. Leap of faith. “Screw it..” She closes the distance between them, fiercer than before. As if that can be the answer to the unasked question. Confirm she wants that too, she thinks She takes a beat lips pressed against his tightly before pulling back. ”I think I want that too. Though iffy on the sappy things.”

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Mission 2 Chatango: Recon: Emma||Tony|| Logan

Emma: Emma leaned over the glass top of the table, hands pressed into as she read the article. Zooming in she sighed and looked at the clock. She'd asked Logan here because Scott was off doing God knew what and she didn't want to bother him. They could handle it. It was a simple recon mission. The door opened, and Emma looked up from the computer table top, "I wasn't sure you'd show. Sorry for the lateness...But I found us something." Logan: Logan snorted, sipping at his beer as he sat down. "Told ya I would." he pointed out. "So, what'cha got?" he asked curiously.

Emma: “ beer, really?" She asked in almost disgust., She shook her head dismissing the answer. "Looks like someone might have the cure formula or an actual cure I don't know."

Logan:"Ain't got my vodka filled water bottle today, sadly," Logan shrugged. "Not this cure shit again, don't they learn?"

Emma: "Ahh" Emma shook her head and sighed, "Clearly not... I don't know if it's true or rumored, but I have some...contacts who heard whispers about some new lab contract.."

Logan: "Contacts?" Logan raised a brow. "What're we waitin' for?"

Emma: "I'm very well connected," She stated as if that answered everything. "You want to go check this place out...?"

Logan: Logan nodded, finishing his beer before tossing it and getting up. "Now, right?"

"It was bullets that ruined it, not me," he pointed out with a grin. "Of course we are, fuck what yer little boy scout toy thinks."

Emma: "I'm sure he'd be all for this, honestly. I mean it's not really a rough and tough save the kids, kind of thing" She smiled, "Well then...Let's get going. I'll get us in, and we'll work from there."

Logan: He nodded his head. "A'ight, we can wear out uniforms underneath our clothes."

Emma: “Works for me," She smirked, lifting up the blouse she was wearing to expose the black outfit, "Do you know how to fly?"

Logan: "Fly as in an aircraft?" he guessed. "Ya know many years I was in the military? 'Course I do."

Emma: Emma lifted her hands in surrender, "It was a fair question because I don't have the faintest idea."

Logan: "Well, I can get us there," Logan promised.

Emma:"Good." She smiled and moved to shut down the table, "WE're not telling Scott."

Logan: Oh, I wouldn't dream of it. Even if giving him an aneurysm sounds fun."

Emma: "Good." She smiled, "And we're not telling the girls..." She gave him a pointed look, "The less who know, the better."

[MOMENTS LATER]

Logan: After splitting up with Emma, Logan took to changing quickly before sniffing out Rich Boy. Tracking him down to his lab, he entered without a knock. "Tin Man, where are ya in this mess?"

Tony: "Get out." He called to whoever it was, not looking up from his computer.

Logan: "Didn't you rich boys take etiquette class?" He wondered. "C'mon, take her eyes off the screen for a bit. We got a mission."

Tony: "No," he snorted but glanced up at Logan nonetheless. "Summers didn't say anything about a mission."

Logan: "That's cause Boy Scout ain't coming," Logan claimed. "Smaller team, the better. And, you're tech."

Tony: "Oh?" Tony asked with a raised eyebrow. "Who's on the team?"

Logan: "Me, you, and FrostyFlakes." Logan told him. "now come on. We're wastin' time."

Tony: "I didn't say I agree to join." He rolled his eyes. "What's the mission."

Logan: "Some facility has got a 'cure,' or some nonsense. Won't be long before they're bringing in test subjects," he tutted. "We're gonna to take it down before they can."

Tony: Tony considered it for a moment before nodded. "Sounds fun. It's been a while. Count me in."

Logan: "Great. Let's go, sweetheart. We're losin' precious daylight."

Tony: "Don't call me sweetheart or I'm out, you hear that?" He glared at him.

Logan: "Richie Rich, then. C'mon," he gestured to the door

Tony: "Whatever." Tony rolled his eyes as he shut his laptop and took it with him as he followed Logan.

 Logan headed out, hands in his pocket. He led them to where the ship was stored, climbing aboard. "I got Boy Wonder."

Emma: Emma sat in the co-pilot's chair waiting..mentally scanning campus and getting the green light. She had felt Tony's mind before she heard them walking. "Thank god,  I thought I'd have to do this alone." Communication was going to be a problem, but they'd work it out on the way. She stood moving so Tony could sit.

“Thought that was Scott?" She asked "good someone sane to help me keep logan in check."

Logan: "I ain't that bad," he claimed as he dropped in the pilot’s ship, closing the pit and starting her up.

Tony: "Like I'd let you do anything alone, Em," Tony commented as he sat down, smiling at her. "I"m not that sane, though."

Logan: "Good. Three insane people going on a mission, it'll be.... Fun," he said cheerfully.

Emma: "Good. It's much more fun that way" she smiled and sat down strapping in. "Point. But let's just hope this is easy" she rolled her eyes at Logan "let's go. I have an 8 am class."

Logan: Logan rolled his eyes and pulled the shift off the ground. "Ohh, an eight am class. Like ya haven't stayed out longer partyin' before."

Tony: "Always fun." Tony agreed. "Em. Just ditch that class, seriously?"

Logan: "Lil' miss sunshine don't miss classes, Richie." Logan teased.

Emma: Emma rolled her eyes "I used to ditch class all the time. But it's a TA thing..." she shrugged "well see."

Tony: "I teach classes, and I still ditch them."

Logan: "I'm saying ya kids are my bad influences from now on," he decided.

Tony: "I'm not a bad influence!" Tony glared at him. "Where are we heading, anyway?"

Logan: He shrugged. "Frosty put in the GPS."

Emma: "Already done, darling" She shot, to Logan but turned her attention to Tony, "I heard through the grapevine that one of our competitors is rumored to have the sure formula. They're looking to score a military deal." She explained, "I don't know if it's true that's what were going for. I can only assume this will be pretty simple."

Logan: "One can hope," Logan hummed. "Shit for us don't usually come out simple."

Emma: "I'm just hoping it's not true" She admitted, "Because it's not going to end pretty if is the cure."

Tony: "Don't jinx it, Em." Tony rolled his eyes. "I don't feel like ending up in the hospital again."

Emma: "You and me both, Tony" She sighed, "I can't..mind link us all. Logan's...skull is a problem. So I'm not sure how communication is gonna go down...I can link you and me, Tony. But Logan you'd be on your own..."

Tony: Tony made a face. "I'm not... into that stuff, you know."

Emma:: She nodded, "I know... But, I don't think having comlinks on would be great...Unless there's a way for them to be quiet?"

Logan: "I'll be 'lright. I can sniff if any of ya is in distress or anything," he pointed out. "Those ear pieces are annoying."

Tony: "To be quiet?" He asked raised an eyebrow as he set the autopilot. "Sure you'll be alright?"

Emma: "I don't... know what it's going to be like in there and I'm pretty sure they're going to heavy security." She explained, "I'll be fine. I've more than this be for. I promise to make it a  semi-one-way thing. You can hear my thoughts, but I can't pry into yours."

[Skip to them arriving]

Emma: Emma took a deep breath looking the two males with her. She gave a nod to Logan and Tony, "Once we get inside I assume we're going to have to find the curing room...Or something. Just don't kill anyone" She spoke softly and then added mentally to Tony, 'You can scan the area and let me know for foes. Right?"

Tony: "Aw, but where's the fun in that?" He commented as he loaded his (third) gun. Man, he missed the suit. "I'm on it, darling." He tapped his sunglasses with a smirk. //in which Tony is wannabe spy

Logan: Logan cracked his neck. "I ain't gonna kill anyone unless they piss me off. Such as continuing to shoot me even after they see that their bullets ain't gonna kill me." he hummed.

Emma:  Emma made a face to logan but shrugged. Unlike Scott, she was much less opposed to killing. She gave Tony a raised eyebrow, "You spend too much time with Bucky."

Tony: Tony shrugged innocently.

Logan: “Can we get a head on?" He asked, anxious to start.

Emma: Emma rolled her eyes, Motioning for him, "Lead the way. I dont get my hands dirty" She sassed and looked at him and the tony, "Stay close I'm kinda bullet proof" She winked to Tony and followed Logan.

Logan: Logan grinned and headed inside the building, looking around. "I'll go left, one of you head straight and the other right?"

Emma: Emma nodded, "Fine" She looked to Tony, "II'll take straight." She didn't like splitting up. Pulled her mind too many ways, but this was faster."

Tony: Tony frowned. "I guess I'll go.. right."

Emma:  Emma gave one a look to Tony, Tapping her temple before heading off down the center corridor.

Logan: Logan headed down the hall, careful not to bring any suspicion or run corners too fast to avoid getting caught.

Tony: Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to join them without a backup. He held the gun up, ready to shot at anyone who dared to try and kill him.

[Several minutes later]

Emma: Emma tentatively walked down the hall, scanning the rooms without being in them. So far so good. Empty. No guards. But she should have know better. She heard the radio go off first and then saw them, a moment too soon. Great. Just...Great. She took a deep breath. Three. No Four. No six. Guarding a door. Here went nothing. She Focused on the first knocking him out. And then the second. And then a third. By the time she got to the fourth, he was talking into his radio. “Mutie” That's what he'd said, and the bullets started flying. She’d cursed and flattened against the wall "Hey, Tony...I umm."She began mentally, "Got some company... " before she shifted into diamond form just to dodge around the corner. Back in her normal skin Emma chewed her lip, "Where are you, Tony?" She asked quickly ducking down some random hall to her right.

Tony: Tony almost dropped his gun when he heard Emma's voice in his head. Fucking- he could use some warning. But then he realized that Emma was in trouble and instead of getting mad at her, he turned back on his tracks to go back to where the three of them split up, going to the middle hallway. "Emma?" He called as he looked around. "J, I need some help here locating Frost." He ordered, lifting his gun when he heard gun shooting, running in the direction of the noise. "Shit."

Logan: Logan hurried, especially since he'd lost track of Emma and Tony's scent in the mass of guards. His claws came out, and he charged at one or two, stabbing them and tossing their bodies inside. He heard footsteps and turned a sharp corner, his claws slamming right into Emma's stomach.

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Team X: M#1: Chatango [Cuckoos, Emma, Logan, Scott, Tony]

[[OOC Context: Idea for the mission was this enclosed space for example a gymnasium -which idk if it makes sense for summer camp but- where the entrances are sealed, wired with some sort of bomb, kids inside, enemies with metal helmets or something immune to telepathy and carrying guns.  Telepaths have linked--Emma feeding off the Cuckoos--everyone]]

Thrown into chaos:

Scott:  Scott was breathing heavily, crouched on the roof of the gymnasium. Below, more militants were patrolling the outer edge, packing guns, vests helmets, more gear than they've been dealing with so far. He looked over the rest of the team, "Everyone still in piece? -Tony. How many of them are down there?"

Emma: Emma fought the eye roll. As far as she could tell everyone was still functioning. "For now.." Emma muttered more to herself than in answer to him.She'd signed up for this heroism. Breathing a bit irregular as she waiting for Tony to confirm. 

Cuckoos: "You would probably notice if we'd up and died en route," Esme muttered. "/Probably./"

Logan: "I could distract 'em. Let 'em waste all their bullets on me, then you guys swoop in and save the day," Logan suggested.

Scott: "We'll avoid them if we can. Warn us if they try anything. Can you get bring up the scans on the inside?". Scott shook his head, "Too risky. I want to avoid using you as a meat skewer if I can help it." Turning to the telepaths "Can you get a read on who's inside the gym?"

Logan: "Aren't 'cha jus' sweet," Logan told Scott as he looked around from the rooftop.

Scott:  "-Not ruling it out either"

Tony: "Workin' on it," he muttered, leaning back against the van. "There are our guys! lovely people," he said after a few moments. "You're gonna love it, Bummers. Two at the entrance, other two at the back door. Five scattered around the place. All armed, of course. God bless CCTV." He rambled.

Emma:  let's save that for plan b, shall we?" Emma sighed and finished for tony "And ten to twelve terribly scared children. Wonderful."

Logan: "Boy's gettin' off from his tech, might wanna calm down there, baby Stark." Logan reckoned.

Cuckoos: "The interference is odd," Sophie added, holding her hands to her temples. "Only on the hostage takers, it's not an area effect or targeting us. We can keep the hostages calm."

Scott: "Great. On your own time Stark. We're not doing anything until we can see what's going on inside. Ladies, can you show us show us what the kids are seeing?"

Cuckoos:  The Cuckoos tilted their heads back slightly as they opened their link, giving the non-telepaths a look through the eyes of the children. The perspective of so many frightened minds at once was a rush for the five of them, but for the others they filtered it down, trying to give Scott a look in at the room.

Logan: Logan: "The kids a'right?" Logan asked curiously, not being able to see through whatever link they were using. "Tellin' ya, my distraction idea is still an idea."

Emma: "Shhh" Emma shushed watching the room carefully through her own filtered perspective.."They don't..look injured. Yet. Just scared. We can't just..bust in through the door, Logan."

Logan: "I told ya, we can. They only got so much ammunition, yeah?" Logan guessed. "I can't die, no matter how many bullets they get in me. I'm yer every day cap shield."

Tony: "But they can kill the kids, dumbass." Tony commented with a roll of his eyes.

Emma: "You want to use those kids to fight the strong and heavily armed people holding them captive?"

Cuckoos: "He might mean engineering a disease. That could have consequences, though," the Cuckoos said, still halfway to a trance state as they maintained their link with the children inside.

Scott: "Those soldiers are armed to the teeth with no trigger dicipline. We break in kids start dying. No not fight, but find a way in. Get the helmet off one guard. Then go from there."

Logan: "We can make some noise, get one guard off his normal route and knock the damn helmet off."

Scott: "Open room. Nowhere to hide." "Unless, Tony get us those scans of the room. -Girls, can you.. make the kids feel like they have to pee?" 

Emma: Emma: "Isn't hacking into the FBI a felony, Tony?" Emma smirked, "Just two or three kids should do. Tread lightly, ladies, one small slip and we'll have a worse problem." Emma looked at Scott before settling herself on the roof "It'll be just like we practiced with that student...Slow and easy. Just make the suggestion." She watched the girls carefully.

Cuckoos: "Got it," they replied. Their eyes glowed a bright white as they picked three children out of the crowd. Different genders, not sitting right next to each other, nothing could look too much like a conspiracy even if the children looked too young to make any complex plans. Then it was just a matter of pressing part of their brains until they were dancing in their seats.

Tony: "So is hacking into the Pentagon, Em." Tony replied.

Scott: "Thanks, be careful. And remember, if they catch you, take the cyanide.". Scott unzipped his suit, taking out the tablet. "Can I make a suggestion? Bigger pockets next time.". Showing the plans to Logan, he headed to the section of roof, looking down at the ground. "Need to do this quietly," he reminded him.

Logan: Logan got up to follow Scott, snorting. "Quietly, dunno the meaning of the word," he teased with a grin.

Emma: "Well I won't tell if you don't. And that better have been a joke" Emma stated shaking her head at the other two. "Just don't get us or them killed okay."

Scott: "So glad you could make it by the way.". "Make sure they're standing out of the way," he said to the telepaths. Scott stepped back, blasting a hole in the roof about the size of a manhole cover before jumping through

Cuckoos: Organizing children without telepathy would have been something of an uphill battle. With it, they pushed them again to scoot back against the wall and sit perfectly still. Crying would only be a distraction for the others.

Logan: "No deaths, got it," Logan winked before following after Scooter.

Scott: As soon as they landed, the bathroom door was opening. "Eyy. What was that noise in 'ere?". Scott ran for the door, puling the guy in and disarming the machine gun. "Don't hurt him. Get that helmet off." he told Logan. "Emma?" 

Emma: "Gotta it off?" She asked before not needing an answer. She fell into that trance like the girls had. While he wasn't harder than anyone else to control she had half a mind to just kill him but resisted. She spoke through the man this time, "Ready.?"

Logan: Logan let him go once he confirmed Emma had control, cracking his neck. "Scoot?"

Tony: "Ah, guys? We have a problem," Tony whispered, hiding behind a bush not far away from the agents. "They're planning on breaking in. Five minutes." As he spoke, Tony crawled back to behind the van.

Scott: He emptied the chamber of the gun, handing it to not-Emma. "Shit. Where?" he snapped. "Okay we have to move. Can you buy us some time?" 

Emma: Emma grabbed the gun back, before looking at the two. "Well then..." She moved toward the door, "Shall we boys?" 

Logan:  Logan shrugged and his hands flexed as his claws came out. "As ready as we'll ever be."

Tony: "Both front and back," he replied, putting his laptop back into its bag. "I can blow up their van." He suggested with a smile. Or he could do less damage by showing up as Iron Man and distract them. That depended on Bummers' reaction to the first option.

Scott: "They'll think they're under attack. Other options?"

Cuckoos: 'You know,' the Cuckoos commented over the mental link. 'The agents aren't wearing those helmets...'

Tony: "I'll figure something out, don't worry."

Emma: "You can buy us some time, girls." Emma stated as walked in front of Scott ann Logan , "Remember, don't kill them." She pushed the door open and looked around, children sitting quietly on the far wall

Scott: "If they start coming in, stop them." he told the cuckoos. There were five guys guarding them. One patrolling up and down the line of kids, the rest in a huddle discussing something. Scott walked out with his hands up. "Alright you caught us." he said walking to the huddle, nudging Logan along. "Remember that meat skewer thing?" he whispered. 

Logan: Logan bit back a growl as he was nudged to follow, his hands lifting up. "What fuckin' meat skewer thing?"

Cuckoos: They gritted their teeth, determined to keep their focus on the children they were keeping quiet and the state of the agents. If they could just keep the leader preoccupied, Stark could monitor the group. There he was, the man with the title. Okay. Focus. 'You're waiting. Waiting on something important - so important. The phone. You've got to watch the phone or you might miss it. What does time matter? The phone is still there. You're so desperate to matter, the call is coming soon.'

Scott: "The one where they shoot at you and not me." Scott shot first, into the middle of the group knocking a few over, leaving the rest for Logan. Then sprinted at the other fifth loitering by the rest of the kids

Logan: Logan raised his brows in recognition. As soon as Scott was off, his claws came out and he rushed to get the attention of those still standing. This time, not keeping himself from 'slashing' a few and proving himself a threat to waste some bullets on instead of the asshole in glasses.

Emma:: Emma gritted her teeth at Logan's comment to fight the eye roll. She looked about the room taking note of positions before Scott spoke making his way into the middle of their huddle. The few that hadn't been knocked out were Logan's. The body she was controlling moved toward the kids, watching Scott sprint towards them as well. She focused on the children rather than the other, man. Scott could handle that, he was closer.

Scott: The was scattered gunfire and shouting as the group reacted to Logan, they scattering in all directions. spraying bullets at his vague shape. "Get down." Scott yelled at the kids. " There was another boom from the corner of the room. Loud, thunderous, sending shockwaves through the rest of the gym. Hearing the gunfire the Feds had stormed in triggering the rigged doors. The guy he was running at aimed his gunfire from Logan to him. Scott blasted off his helmet.

Logan: Logan flinched at the loud explosion, stabbing the man he had on him in the throat before shaking off what bullets had been shot in him. "Em, ya might need to make me a new costume, darlin'."

Cuckoos: The Cuckoos cried out in pain, unable to restrain all of the agents against the draw of the gunfire. They had hit the rigged doors, which only made the situation worse, and they had no hope of regaining control of all of them. All they could do was force the children to get down and remain still.

Emma: Emma sighed, "Of bloody course i do..." She muttered as she let the body she'd been controlling hit the ground , careful to leave it unconscious as she left . She switched focus from the body to the FBI at the cry of the cuckoos. "keep the kids low to the ground" Emma instructed in her own voice. Finding as many agents heads as she could, she forced them to turn their attention from Logan, Scott and the children and on each other. It wasn't going to last long but it would be enough for them to get the children out. She looked over to Scott from one of the agents and spoke. "Get them out." 

Scott: Scott dispatched the last guy in front of him. Not-Emma collapsed. There was the sound of Agents shouting, confusion, pulling their wounded from the gym doors, more swarming in. Then he saw Logan's blood soaked form standing over a dead man. He turned to another Agent talking to him. He didn't need to be told twice. He walked up a blank wall of the gymnasium, blasting as he did so, making a hangar sized hole. "Take them outside," he said to the cuckoos, going to the toilet to pick up the three left there and carry them outside

Logan: While Scott worked on getting the kids out, Logan turned back to the newcomers. He flexed his hands as he waited for the inevitable gunshots, only then rushing at them swinging to take them all out. 

Cuckoos: The Cuckoos stepped forward to accept the evacuating children. "All right, let's keep moving," Sophie said, directing them out of the building. "Stick together."

Scott: Once the last kids were outside, Scott ran back to find Logan raising hell as usual. "We could still get out now," he thought, "Wipe their minds of our faces, avoid the headache..." 

Emma: Emma left the Agents mind and took a second to focus her own mind and make her way to help heard the children to a spot away from the building. "I supposed " She avoided even glancing at Logan's direction. "We could, but that's an awful lot of minds Scott....." As much as she wanted to avoid things they were a little far past that.

Logan: Once Logan finished at least getting them unarmed, he turned towards Scott. "What're we doin', Scooter?"

Scott: "Surrendering." he said with a sigh, more symbolic than anything now they were all unarmed. "The kids are outside, the bad guys have been put down. Now take me to to your leader." he told the nearest Agent."

Cuckoos: 'Miss Frost - has he completely lost his head?' the Cuckoos demanded, standing among the children that had been successfully evacuated.

Emma: Emma blinked looking at Scott masking her surprise quickly, before looking at the Cuckoos, "I don't- Apparently he has, yes. " She mumbled rubbing her temple, "Scott...what do you think they're going to do? because it's not going to be nice or good."

Scott:""Either we run or we face the music and I want to set the story straight. What do you want to do?"

Cuckoos: "We vote run. Obviously. They don't care about getting the story straight - or do you really think they genuinely like mutants any more than the ones in helmets?"

That wasn't the only reason they wanted to avoid becoming the subject of a great deal of attention, but it wasn't a lie.

Logan:: "Run," Logan voted. "Ain't no getting a story straight. We're mutants, we're auto the bad guys to the public. It'd be stupid to stay," Logan claimed.

Emma: "Clearly you don't want me to say run...But they" She motioned to Logan and the girls, "Are right. We go out there what stops them for arresting us for something trivial on the principle we're the mutants.? But if we leave it to them who knows what will happen? The stories could get a lot worse about us, or worse they've seen our faces what happens if they come hunt us down too?... It's your call, Scott.".

Logan: "Hey, fuck that. Ain't his call if he says we go out there and try to talk to 'em," Logan claimed. "I'm not gettin' arrested and I'm not gettin' blamed for shit because I'm a mutant, when they were the bad ones," he explained.

Scott: "This makes us no better than vigilantes.." He had to bite his lip to stop from saying something horribly naive like, but we did the right thing. Scott sighed. "Let's go." 

Emma: "You know this doesn't make the problem go away..." Emma stated, but nodded nonetheless, "Isnt that what we are though, Scott?"

Logan: "S'what we are, Scooter," Logan pointed out. "She's right. We don't act for the actual law, jus' our own law. Even if we're doin' right, they'd still take us to jail for doing it our way and not theirs."

Cuckoos: "And we'd sooner walk ourselves back to campus from here than let those gun-happy fools arrest us," the Cuckoos said, crossing their arms over their chests.

Scott: "There's one law Logan." Scott said, but his tone had no fight. "Jet's a mile away. Hope you were being literal about the run part." 

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Mental Health || Chantago || Em & Shaw

Shaw: While Castle was certainly an interesting person, he most certainly not the one he was looking for to share the meal he had had flown in from New York. The next logical choice would be her room. He hadn't been back since the incident with Ari and the man with the glasses. Food in hand he made his way to her room and knocked this time. "Emma, open up. I come bearing good food."

Emma: Emma had been well avoiding a lot of people. She'd taken the day off needing just to be alone. But she should have known that alone at SU meant forty thousand people were messaging her or coming to check on her. None of which knew the extent of her "illness.” The knock was met with a weird expression before she opened the door. Still in her oversized nightshirt that just barely covered everything. "Yes, darling?" She asked like it was expected he'd show up, as she leaned against the door ushering him in

Shaw: Shaw held up the two bags filled with farm to table vegetarian food as an explanation. "From Blue Hill. If I never see a hamburger again, it will be too soon." The outfit was an interesting choice for mid-day, he noted, but remained silent on the matter as he entered. "I got out of a meeting with our Hong Kong club. Things are progressing well enough." 

 Emma:  "Why do you think I rarely eat meat nowadays?" She laughed and moved to the table set off to the side "Oh?" She offered bin means of him elaborating, "I didn't realize you were meeting them. You could have called, I would have joined." She didn't feel like doing much, but she would have killed--figurative, mostly--to fall back into that routine. It was nice. Knowing where she stood with people. 

Shaw:  "When I swung by your office and found a grumbling army Captain who can't read cursive sitting at your desk I assumed you must be busy." Sebastian laughed at the memory. Being caught off guard had not been fun, but Castle proved himself a nice distraction. He took a detour into the kitchen to start grabbing the necessary plates and things. "The poor man had no idea who I was. Maybe we'll become friends."

Emma:  "Took a mental health day." Week. what was the difference. She smiled at him, sitting herself down in one of the four chairs, knee brought to her chest. "You'll become friends with anyone, Sebastian. You're charismatic, funny and smart. I didn't realize i had to remind you of that."

Shaw:  A mental health day made him pause for a moment before collecting everything and depositing them on the table. "Care to share what's brought this day off on?" He pushed her bag towards her and began to shuffle through his own to find the starter salad. "Oh, no need to remind me, he's just the sort who finds all those qualities to be intimidating. He couldn't wait to be rid of me and I would have been offended if I wasn't at the time in the mood for a good brawl."

Emma:  She kept her gaze on the bag as it was pushed toward her. Opening up the contents she pulled it out and laid out in front of her. Salad first. Finally, she looked up at him. "The conversation we last had. The events of that night. Presently going on dramas that this school has. Al the thoughts and...feelings and expectations" Her fork waved through the air as she spoke listening to the reasons. Complications. "I'm conflicted, and I don't wish to be." She stated as if that explained it all. Would simply make it less complicated. "Ahh, I see. Well lucky you then?"

Shaw: "Causing you distress was not my intent. I hope you understand that." He ate his salad and considered her other points. "I was hoping to prevent this actually. I should have given it a better effort it seems. I've never had that connection to the emotions of others the way you do. I hope this whole place hasn't overloaded you. Children are less stable than adults after all. Nothing you can't rise above of course." Ah, eggplant Parmesan on a bed of zucchini noodles for the main course. "The best way to deal with being conflicted is to separate your two concerns. Is this about that police force thing you do with Sean?" If he was truly lucky, he would have been late having to change into clothes not covered in the good soldier's blood. 

Emma:  "I know..."She stated softly, just pushing the salad around as he spoke. She wasn't all that hungry, but she forced a few bites down. "I have no doubt I can't separate myself from them. Just takes time. It's not so much as overloading as suffocating. I know I can, but it's going to take time and if I'm honest, I'm tired of presenting myself something I'm not.." She wasn't morally upstanding. She wasn't like them, but she wanted to be some days. She gave a brilliant smile, "I just need a day to remember that, I suppose." And the comment of team x she tensed. "Scott." She corrected, "Partially I suppose yes. But It was a silly dream I suppose."

Shaw:  "And yet I did," he pointed out. He wasn't overly excited to replay the conversation where he pointed out his weak standing at SHIELD U, but it seemed like something Emma needed. The idea that she was hiding her true self-made him stop. He put down his fork and considered her seriously. "Pretending? Then stop," he said it as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "You are powerful, intelligent, rich and beautiful. The idea that you would hide or diminish any of that is as if saying Van Gogh should have stuck to duller colors to fit with the painting style of the time. It's ridiculous, and perhaps a lot of your  stress is coming from this very issue."That's right, Scott, the bleeding heart moderate. "There is nothing silly about preventing humans from gunning down mutants. You just need a better way of moving forward." 

Emma: "It's really okay Sebastian." She tried to manage a reassuring smile. She swallowed hard, moving to get a bottle of water, giving him her back as he spoke. She wasn't going to pretend. She was a bloody Frost, and that meant something but now? Emma nodded before turning back to him, bottle to her lips. "Perhaps, Did you want something to drink?" she asked before shrugging off the other bits of information. It was much more complicated than that, and she knew it. She knew exactly why she wanted to be better too. "No, I'm very certain my stress comes from matters of the heart. But that problem didn't help." She confessed, "A better way?"

Shaw  "Scotch on the rocks." This conversation was growing irritating. He had come here, with food even, with a plan to have Emma confide with him. The mental health day idea had thrown him slightly, but he had course corrected and still she was saying a lot without giving him any real usable information. When she said 'manner's of the heart' his entire course of action was thrown out the window. "You have your eye on someone?" Shaw was unable to keep the incredulous tone out of his voice. It only increased with the second question. "Do you have your eye on someone who does not feel the same way?" Then the worse question of all came to mind, and he blurted it out in shock. "Is he human?"

Emma:  Emma nodded and swift searched the cabinet for his favorite --consequently her favorite as well. Finding it, she filled a tumbler up with ice and poured it for him. Setting it down before him she pursed her lips. She felt the irritation. She froze at the question and sighed. "Yes...Maybe. I don't know" She finally said truthfully. "It's all very complicated." She couldn't help the face she made at him. The one that said 'Really?' without having to say it. "I don't..know I assume he does." She couldn't help the laugh that left her. "No. Could you say that with less disgust maybe?"

Shaw:  Sebastian accepted the drink with a nod of thanks. He sipped at it as she floundered for an answer. From what he could decipher, she was interested in someone who was not being open with her about their feelings. "What did you find when you looked into their mind?" he asked, not even hesitating to consider that she wouldn't do such a thing. "I could probably manage it if I could think of something more disgusting, but at this moment I am at a loss. So who is this person that is causing all of your troubles?"

Emma:  Emma sat down and sipped at her water buying herself time. She licked her lips and chewed it for a moment more. "I haven't been in his head..Or rather I stay out of it, as I stay out of yours for respect." She met his gaze then. Though, if she were honest, Emma brushed his mind often as she did with Scott. "Well as long as it's the most disgusting thing ever" She rolled her eyes as she teased him. She looked at him. Did she tell him? She opened her mouth for a moment and then shut it. With a sigh, she leveled her gaze at him. "Scott."

Shaw: [to which Jenn sent this as his reaction]   "No," said Shaw. He said so with a tone of finality. All pretense of equality between them gone at the name she provided. She was his disciple and right hand, and Scott had proven himself in half an hour to be indelicate, brash, wishy-washy and overly confident. "Absolutely not."

Emma:  Emma blinked, "Excuse me?" Her face was set, and she took a shallow inhale. No. That was it? Her brow rose, and she crossed her arm. "I don't think I was asking for your permission.”

Shaw:  "Emma..." he paused and considered his drink before trying to phrase his objection more appropriately. She was technically right when she said she didn't need his permission, but he was quite unable to express why this was quite possibly the only thing worse than dating a human. "Emma, why?"

Emma:  "Sebastian" She stated quickly after him, pushing the food from in front of her. She sighed. "Honestly. I don't know..." Her defensiveness had died down. "There's just something. Something about him.And you know me better than anyone I don't..do relationships. I don't do that even now after Ciaran. and what a mess Ian was... And even then he infuriates me and pushes me to be something, something more than just White Queen or Emma Frost all at the same time..." She stopped because she was rambling, "I don't know why. But it frankly doesn't matter. After the other night it's pointless" She tried to keep the disappointment from her voice, but it snuck in there.

Shaw:  "I do understand why you hesitate in this area, I really do." He remembered the mess with Ciaran, that complete and utter bastard. And there were his own deeply personal memories of Lourdes Chantel and the end of their engagement. After something like, it was easy to see that romantic relations were a risk at the very least. "I've noticed that throughout this meal we continue to discuss your unhappiness with your identity. Even now you site his desire to change you as a positive rather than a negative. And he infuriates you because he is perhaps the worst type of stubborn. Even in my short time with him, he was  unbending to the point where he made a young lady shatter and turn  around and attempt to burn down the campus." Ah, so the fight between them was more than friends disagreeing. That explained a lot. Part of him wished it was pointless, that the whole affair was over with. But,  if Emma truly cared about him and if he had to sense to realize he should grovel for her attention, they would work it out.

Emma:  "Do you?" She questioned. After everything the past year, Emma didn't want to think about these things. It was silly. "I'm not unhappy with who I am." She stated it firmly. She wasn't deep down. It only complicated things. "It just..makes it harder." Make what harder, of course; Emma didn't know. But there it was. Being the White Queen was on thing. Being Emma Frost was another, and she didn't want to change either. But somewhere between dying and coming back to life something had changed. "Ever since I died," she said the world softly, "I'm not the same person. I'm colder. Less open" It felt weird to confess to him. "But I'm not with him. And I'm not with you." She looked at him, "He's stubborn but so am I. And everything tells me this is a silly girl’s hope of being labeled hero rather than villain." But she knew better. Once a villain always a villain. So everyone so kindly reminded her. "What happened with Miss Wilson wasn't only his fault. It was mine as well. I'm not going to pretend I'm blameless. I could have certainly handled the situation better."

Shaw:  In for a penny, in for a pound. Sebastian reached into his wallet and pulled out a beautiful platinum and diamond engagement ring and set it on the table between them. "Yes, Emma, I do understand." Lourdes had died before Emma arrived at the club. He honestly didn't know how much of the club had gossiped the information to her. Buckman had taken her life, and Shaw took everything he could from Buckman in return. From that moment on any real romantic relationship was doomed. "Caring about people is a hardship. I just wonder if Scott would ever change his views for you. Or is he so solidly in the right that I should be inviting him to lead us all?" "You died, Emma. You were dead, and now you are not. If near-death experiences can change a man, why would your actual death not change you? Are these changes so bad? What has openness and warm feelings every won either of us? And what is a villain here? One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter. I wish you could see yourself as I see you, Emma. You are fighting for people who are too scared to fight for themselves or too wrapped up in their baseless morals to fight for others. We do not have to be a reactionary force like these modern day heroes."

Emma:  Her gaze focused on the ring before her, and her brow puckered. So many questions came bubbling in her head, but she didn't press. She just nodded. She didn't know how much he knew about Ciaran. Or how much others had filled in, but she understood. "I'm not sure if I'd want him to change them." she looked back at him, a soft smile on her face, "Oh I hardly think he's in the right about much. And yes there many things that he does that I would never do. But that's...why it works." She took a shaky breath. "We balance each other out, I guess. With his stupid optimistic ways. And me with...my ‘do what it takes attitude’" "I know..I know it would change me but..."She let out a frustrated sigh, "You don't hear their thoughts on the subject. I went from belonging here to being that mousy young girl in nursery school." It upset her enough that her hand fisted on the table. "I know that." She nodded, firmly agreeing because if he'd taught her anything, it was that. "But...we saved people. Sebastian and it felt good to be there reactionary force like you say.”