All right...
That is it!
Kurt's last nerve that had been worn thin by the stupid people in his neighborhood was finally snapped when he was stopped walking back to his apartment from grocery shopping by a group of young hooligans who thought they would threaten the obvious mutant with their petty knives and guns.
Never, ever, ever mess with someone who had Captain Britain to serve as a role model for self-control with morons.
Because Captain Britain is just known throughout the world for having a strong tolerance of stupid people.
Kurt's tail shot out, ripping a knife out of one youth's hand as he whipped it around, knocking another from another boy's hand. Crouching down low, he narrowed his eyes, his tail flicking like a snake ready to strike with the knife.
"Try it." He warned softly. "Come on! I'm ready for you bastards now!" When they made a move to attack him all at once, he teleported away and punched two of them in the back of the head, knocking them onto their faces before their mates could respond quickly enough.
Kurt lashed out wildly, using the martial arts Nightcrawler and his father had taken the time to teach to him. The knife he still held with his tail was forgotten as he used his feet and hands to deal out his blows, sending the boys running in terror in no time.
Growling in his throat, Kurt bent down and picked up his things, ignoring the glances he got from people that walked past him. When everything was back in the bags, he turned and headed up the stairs to his apartment, the knife still held on by his twitching tail.
Once inside his apartment, he flicked his tail once and sent the knife into the kitchen floor, its handle still trembling as he walked in to put his things away.
This kind of thing wouldn't have happened back home at the lighthouse. Back over there Excalibur was actually appreciated for helping people through their problems. Here, the Avengers and Fantastic Four were cool because they were HUMAN. The X-men? Oh no, they're mutants, the most lowly things on Earth and they need to be controlled!
It made him want to go back sometimes.
No.
Kurt growled and clenched his teeth, shaking his head firmly, his tail slashing through the air.
He wasn't going back there. No ever!
Even if he wanted to.
Which he didn't!
He had a good job in New York City; he was a teacher at a fencing school. The job paid decently, and there was no reason for him to go back to Excalibur and the lighthouse anyway...
Right?
"Why am I worrying about this?" he whispered, making himself some hot chocolate. "I'm not going back there. Even if I wanted to, I can't. Not after so many months like this! It's better to just stay here. So why am I still talking to myself?" Sighing, Kurt shook his head, stirring his hot chocolate slowly counter clockwise.
He couldn't and he wouldn't go back there.
So he didn't.
It was as simple as that.
That is it!
Kurt's last nerve that had been worn thin by the stupid people in his neighborhood was finally snapped when he was stopped walking back to his apartment from grocery shopping by a group of young hooligans who thought they would threaten the obvious mutant with their petty knives and guns.
Never, ever, ever mess with someone who had Captain Britain to serve as a role model for self-control with morons.
Because Captain Britain is just known throughout the world for having a strong tolerance of stupid people.
Kurt's tail shot out, ripping a knife out of one youth's hand as he whipped it around, knocking another from another boy's hand. Crouching down low, he narrowed his eyes, his tail flicking like a snake ready to strike with the knife.
"Try it." He warned softly. "Come on! I'm ready for you bastards now!" When they made a move to attack him all at once, he teleported away and punched two of them in the back of the head, knocking them onto their faces before their mates could respond quickly enough.
Kurt lashed out wildly, using the martial arts Nightcrawler and his father had taken the time to teach to him. The knife he still held with his tail was forgotten as he used his feet and hands to deal out his blows, sending the boys running in terror in no time.
Growling in his throat, Kurt bent down and picked up his things, ignoring the glances he got from people that walked past him. When everything was back in the bags, he turned and headed up the stairs to his apartment, the knife still held on by his twitching tail.
Once inside his apartment, he flicked his tail once and sent the knife into the kitchen floor, its handle still trembling as he walked in to put his things away.
This kind of thing wouldn't have happened back home at the lighthouse. Back over there Excalibur was actually appreciated for helping people through their problems. Here, the Avengers and Fantastic Four were cool because they were HUMAN. The X-men? Oh no, they're mutants, the most lowly things on Earth and they need to be controlled!
It made him want to go back sometimes.
No.
Kurt growled and clenched his teeth, shaking his head firmly, his tail slashing through the air.
He wasn't going back there. No ever!
Even if he wanted to.
Which he didn't!
He had a good job in New York City; he was a teacher at a fencing school. The job paid decently, and there was no reason for him to go back to Excalibur and the lighthouse anyway...
Right?
"Why am I worrying about this?" he whispered, making himself some hot chocolate. "I'm not going back there. Even if I wanted to, I can't. Not after so many months like this! It's better to just stay here. So why am I still talking to myself?" Sighing, Kurt shook his head, stirring his hot chocolate slowly counter clockwise.
He couldn't and he wouldn't go back there.
So he didn't.
It was as simple as that.