"I, like, still can't get over you're little clones!"
Katherine 'Kitty' Pryde exclaimed, holding out another slip of sausage to a small blue creature, which sat, hunched on the table Kitty stood near. The said clone (otherwise known around the mansion as a bamf) took the sausage into it's small hands gingerly, feeding the object into it's mouth as a rabbit would a carrot. It grinned at her, squinting it's large yellow eyes and reveling a set of wicked sharp teeth, it's tail waving feebly out behind it with pleasure.
"Bamf bamf." It muttered, a high pitched, husky voice erupting form it's throat.
Kitty cooed, patting it's head. It purred, huffing it's small, foot and a half tall body onto her shoulder.
"Zey are not clones, zey are bamfs." Kurt Wagner sated, slightly annoyed from the couch, were he watched Kitty play with the small creature. It didn't look much different then he did, simply smaller, and it's back legs were formed as if to walk on all fours.
Kitty rolled her eyes at the correction, reaching to the small plastic bag on her lap.
"Ya 'know, if you keep feedin' it, it'll get fat." The two whirled their heads to see Logan Howlette standing in the doorway, an apple in his hand. He had a towel placed lazily around his neck, even though he wasn't sweating very bad, compared to usual.
Kurt chuckled in agreement, an eyebrow raised. "Zat is vhat I said, ja?" Kurt looked at Kitty expectantly, but she simply huffed, crossing her arms.
The bamf followed in suit, trying to balance on it's back legs, arms crossed, it's bottom lip turned out into a pout. Logan grinned at the small creature's incompetence.

"You kids and you're pets these days." Logan sighed, biting into the apple as he sat down next to Kurt, narrowly missing his tail. Kurt hissed with annoyance, jerking the prehensile object off the overstuffed couch and in the other direction. He huffed, crossing his arms in a similar way to Kitty's.
"Zey are not animals." He stated stubbornly, sitting up a bit straighter.
"Bamf." The bamf agreed. It slunk down Kitty's shoulder, suddenly snatching the bag of sausages. It leapt of the table, nearly colliding into the other two bamfs, who were asleep in front of the fire place.
"Hey!" Kitty exclaimed, standing up abruptly.

The bamf stopped, grinning mischievously, slowly lowering it's small hand into the bag, fully aware of Kitty's flustered face and distaste of germs.
"You wouldn't dare."
"Bamf bamf."
The bamf suddenly stuck it's whole arm in the bag, swirling around the bits of sausage before taking one out and eating it.
"That's disgusting. I'm not eating that now."
"Bamf." It giggled, slinking back towards the fireplace slightly.
Kitty stuck out her tongue, crossing her arms. The bamf sat down, sticking out it's own tongue before digging in.

Kitty glanced at the bamf before suddenly stating. "It doesn't have as many manners as you."
Logan laughed, making Kurt grin. "Nien, I vouldn't zink so."
Kitty sighed, rolling her eyes before leaving the room, the same bamf abandoning his bag of sausage to follow her, tail waving about with every step. She looked down, stopping. The bamf walked a few paces in front of her, sitting down, it's tail curling around it's legs as it looked up a her, and then at the floor, then quickly up at her again. It put it's hands together nervously, looking down at the floor for a second time.
"Bamf" it stated sadly, before it looked up at her again and grinned.

Kitty sighed. "Alright, alright. Let's go get a cookie."


Clint Barton sat uneasily in the tower's meeting room, his eyes subconsciously darting about, to everyone and every once and a while a while finding its way to the door, or the grated tiles in the ceiling. He sighed at how he unconditionally looked for exits; his alter ego spy habits getting the better of him. He subconsciously ran his hand through the short, dirty-blonde hair atop his head, placing the other hand on top of the table. He eyed the thin folders that Steve was presently holding, flipping through the small collection of pages gingerly.

He watched Steve's expression grow sour, glancing up at Tony, who simply shrugged lightly; standing at the end of the long meeting room table. Clint was fully aware of the uncomfortable look on his teammate's faces, which seemed even more so then when Fury had once assigned them to track down Spider-man. He could tell that even Natasha was unnerved by the light details of what information was present, which did not help his already low vote of confidence.
"Mutants." Steve finally stated dryly, uncertainty rippling through his hardened voice.

No one said a word, making the room seem eerily silent compared to usual, when they rarely came into the room, in which the situation was only to asses a very, extremely dire situation. Clint sighed, looking at the floor with a simple doubt. Of course, this would either make the Avengers look great, or look terrible; the fact that they had to go after mutants. Clint himself didn't mind them, and the fact others didn't made him upset. He could hear it in Steve's voice, he was disturbed by the notion of hunting a group of positively inflicting mutants as well.
"In a school." Bruce said, a worried tone floating through his slightly husky voice, making everyone either sink deeper into their chairs or cringe.

"In a school." Tony affirmed, turning around slightly, hands on his hips as he bit his lip; his dark brown eyes falling to the floor in disapproval and anxiety.
"We have to go after them?" Natasha said, looking up at the men. "I mean, do we really have to? All they've done is try to protect their own race. The worst that's happened is collateral damage, and that's just for when it's government or public property; we do that all the time. Seriously, what's the difference? We do the same thing all the time."
"They do not seem as if they are those to be deemed worthy of persecution." Thor finally stated, shaking his head in disappointment, his mouth curled into a frown. "They take action as we do."
Natasha nodded in agreement.
"Hill's orders." Tony muttered in discontent.
Clint leaned back in the chair slightly, crossing his large muscly arms; his head tilted back, eyes narrowed. "Since when do we take orders from Hill?"
"Since SHIELD is apparently still in charge of the planet, Fury's still not dead and no one cares what we do as long as we protect people from 'threats', real or not." Steve summed up coarsely, glancing around the room.
Everyone glanced back down at the floor.
Thor let out a lout sigh. "Then we must take reasonable action."

Steve let out a sigh, glancing at the SHIELD markers on top of each folder as he placed them back down on the table. Clint say everyone else's eyes land on them as Steve started pacing.
"We need a plan."
No one said anything for a moment, before suddenly Tony burst. "Cameras."
"What?"
"Hill said we only need information. "What school doesn't have security cameras?"


"An' so the Nazis failed their conquest, 'n the Americans 'n British won. The end."
Logan let out a huff, relieved to have finally finished the long, and seemingly endless bout of talking he'd just endured. He glanced about the room to see everyone either staring blankly at him or slumped on their desk asleep. He sighed, rolling his eyes and grinned as he turned around, snatched up the eraser and started to clean off what was left of the red, blue and black whiteboard pens that he had used for the seemingly endless speech.
The bell finally rang, and the room was thrown into absolute chaos. Everyone started scrambling for their notebooks and backpacks, picking up pens and pencils and whatnot; taking the chance to throw a last minute spit wad at the ceiling. This was quite normal for the seventh period class, and at this point only a few students remained, helping pick up spare papers or pencils that had gone astray whilst everyone else headed to the safety and freedom of the dorms. Well, in this case to grab the pre-packed suitcases that lay on now neatly made beds.
As the last few people left, he hollered, "Have a nice summer!" before the door swung on it's crooked hinges and the room went silent.

Logan let out a sigh, dropping the eraser on the projector stand and propping himself in the spinney chair at his desk. He gazed at the one last antique he'd saved for the lesson, now brought out of it's dusty box. It was a round, dome shape, chipped greenish-grey pain peeling off along with a faded white star on the side. The leather straps were now stiff and useless. This thing had followed him around for quite a long time, he realized. It brought back dark memories into his newly opened mind, all the destruction and ruin that occurred everywhere he walked. All the death in his wake.
Things would get better though, he said to himself. This is why he joined the school and started teaching anyway. Logan quickly realized how much he would love a beer or a cigar as he leaned back in the chair, propping his feet up on the table and closing his eyes. He enjoyed life here, with the occasional threat to worry about; which was always for to eliminate, and then those dreary, dark, rainy days; where everyone watched television; or if Scott was in a bad mood, head to the danger room for a while. But even then Scott would eventually succumb to the powerful, beckoning glow of the screen and the warm overstuffed cushions on the couch.

He grinned after a few minutes of thought, Kitty's voice breaking the near silence that hung in the mansion. Kitty was a sweet girl, at least for the modern day; he considered. She smiled a lot, and she always lit up everyone's day. She and Jean got along well, seemingly the only people that could make Scott smile. Jean was pretty, Logan had to admit. But Scott would always get pissed or Hank would tell him to just leave everyone alone. Hank was someone Logan could take advice from. He was quiet, respectable; and smart. He spent most of his time reading or writing, or occasionally doing a crazy experiment in the science lab with advanced chemicals. Though, usually a bamf would find it's way to the lab a mess everything up horribly, resulting in a damaged lab and a very embarrassed Kurt, who usually teleported in, grabbed the creature, apologized, and left without another word. Kurt was a good kid, very talkative and funny once you got to know him better. Though, usually his outward appearance was very quiet, watchful and intelligent. He had a sad feeling about him sometimes, and during then you would find him on the roof or the chandelier, sulking for a reasons he kept to himself. Most times the professor would try to comfort him, though Logan could tell whatever he'd gone through was pretty rough; especially for a kid his age. The professor had a warm, welcoming heart; always open arms, no matter who it was, what they looked like, what they could do or had done. Professor Xavier was a good guy for Logan to talk too when he felt like nobody understood.

Logan could now hear the quiet background noise of the large piano in the living room. Two voices accompanied the sweet, calming sound.
"-Why don't you be the artist, and make me out of clay? Why don't you be the writer, and decide the words I say? 'Cause I'd rather pretend, I'll still be here in the end; only it's too hard to ask, won't you try to help me?-"

Logan sat quietly for a few minutes, sucking in the peace.
Though, the silence was broken when the hinges of the door creaked a bit more. He glanced up to see one of the students standing in the doorway, one who usually stayed the summer. She looked anxious, her eyebrows furrowed in discontent, one half of her face hidden behind a wave of white hair that seemed slightly out of place compared to the bright red mop of a mane currently pulled into a ponytail, the endless kinky curls falling over her shoulders. Her lips were pursed as she held a notebook between her arms, fingering the gloves she had to wear because of her mutation.
"Logan?" She asked quietly, the familiar southern accent echoing through the room.
Logan took his feet off the desk and smiled weakly, his usually hardened face softening.
"What's up kid?" He asked quietly, leaning on his knees to get closer to the seemingly uncomfortable eighteen year old.
Her lower lip jetted out as her large green eyes bored into his. "Somethin' feels wrong... Ah-Ah don't feel righ'... I mean, I feel like someone's out there, watchin' me."
He paused for a moment, letting the small statement sink in. He shook his head slightly before glancing back up at the young girl. "It's gonna be fine, your just gettin' the jitters from everyone not bein' 'ere." He stated, his usually angry, husky voice now sounding warm and comforting.
She glanced at him. "Alrigh' then... if ya'll say so." She gave him a quick hug before leaving the room, still seemingly uncomfortable and uncertain. He saw her eyes land on the camera perched above the whiteboard for a spilt moment before she left.

Logan sat up, drumming his hands on his knees. She was right. Something was wrong.