A/N: Here are some nonsensical X-Men vignettes painstakingly written for your entertainment. I have no idea why they exist. That is all.
In Which Angel is a Pilot
The inside of the X-jet had rows and rows of controls in all different colors and sizes for a large range of functions. All in all, Angel felt like a kid in a candy store. So many buttons to press, so little time.
"Wait!" he muttered to himself. "I'm not going to be the doofy comic-relief guy whose only endearing quality is a sense of innocence. Today, I'm going to be that awesome guy who wins all the bar fights and is all macho and dangerous and stuff."
Having thus reminded himself, Angel carefully turned on the main power drive. He pressed the green starter button and zipped towards the front of the hangar, only to remember that he was supposed to be moving the jet over a few feet so that its tail could be waxed. He looked down at the control board, realized that he didn't know what button to press to halt his charging vehicle, and decided, in the immortal wisdom of amateur pilots, to 'just try one.' After all, it couldn't be that bad, right?
What Angel learned was that red does not always mean stop.
A few seconds later the gym blew up.
"I hope I don't have to pay for that."