"What happened?" asked a stern Cyclops as he stared at the two youngest members of the X-Men. They were all at the back of the X-Jet. Rogue fidgeted slightly in her chair under Cyclops's sharp glare while Bobby sat up on his stretcher.
"Well-we were trying to find Spiderman and fight Doc Ock at the same time," said Rogue timidly as Bobby looked up at Cyclops.
"And-well-everything was going pretty well-"
"Pretty well?" asked Scott angrily, "Bobby not being able to shoot even a blast of water, and you almost dying? God, if Spiderman wasn't there, you two would probably be dead by now."
Bobby turned his head towards Scott and tried to get off the stretcher. Instead, he sat back down on it. He stared into Scott's visor and through gritted teeth, he mumbled, "We were handling the situation just fine-"
"As someone once wisely told me, 'Yeah: getting your asses kicked by some dude sounds to me like you're handling the situation really well,' " replied Scott. Bobby clenched his teeth as he heard Scott use the same, exact words that he had uttered back at him. 'I guess that's a taste of my own medicine' he thought angrily.
"But, Mr. Summers-"said Rogue.
"Rogue, Bobby," said Scott, "you promised Storm and me that you would be careful. Not only that, but Rogue, you assured me that you would use the intercom if you guys were in trouble. Why didn't you contact us until it was almost too late?"
"Don't reprimand Rogue," snapped Bobby. Then he hung his head and whispered, "She did want to contact you guys. I was the one who talked her out of it. Don't blame her." He looked up, and Scott could see the resolve in Bobby's eyes, "I wanted to prove to you guys that you can't treat us like kids anymore. We're a lot more mature now, and we have a better understanding of our powers. You have to admit that as each day passes by, you guys are getting older, and once you guys are gone, who's going to make Professor Xavier's dream a reality? If you keep on protecting us from all the "bad guys" out there, then we'll never be able to learn for ourselves."
Scott was about to lash back at Bobby, but a gruff voice interrupted him: "Kid's got a point." Scott turned around to see Logan walking towards them. Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the silver metal wall.
"Stay out of this Wolverine."
"Look, One-Eye. I know that Rogue and Bobby probably should have called for back up and yadi yadi yada, but the thing is that he's right: They're not kids anymore. They can fight on their own. They have to make their own decisions, and if it nearly costs them their lives, well tough luck. That's the only way they'll survive."
Before Scott could argue, Storm-who was at the pilot's seat-announced that they had arrived. Scott quickly turned to Rogue and Bobby, who were still looking at him. He sighed and shook his head. 'I hate it when Logan's right,' he thought bitterly.
"Fine, I'll let you guys off the hook," he said, "but you have to realize that even adults need help. Sometimes, even we look to friends and sometimes-even absolute strangers-for assistance. Being an adult doesn't mean you're always able to emerge from every battle as the victor. Sometimes, it means actually asking for and accepting aid when needed. Understand?" Both nodded their heads earnestly.
"Are you guys coming or not?" asked an impatient Storm. Cyclops handed Iceman a pair of crutches as Storm walked toward the back of the X- Jet. Iceman quickly grabbed the crutches and held them tightly as Rogue stood up. Wolverine turned around, and with that the five members of the new X-Men walked out of the X-Jet to meet their mentor, Professor Xavier- ready to face the many dangers and perils that awaited them in the future.
"Well-we were trying to find Spiderman and fight Doc Ock at the same time," said Rogue timidly as Bobby looked up at Cyclops.
"And-well-everything was going pretty well-"
"Pretty well?" asked Scott angrily, "Bobby not being able to shoot even a blast of water, and you almost dying? God, if Spiderman wasn't there, you two would probably be dead by now."
Bobby turned his head towards Scott and tried to get off the stretcher. Instead, he sat back down on it. He stared into Scott's visor and through gritted teeth, he mumbled, "We were handling the situation just fine-"
"As someone once wisely told me, 'Yeah: getting your asses kicked by some dude sounds to me like you're handling the situation really well,' " replied Scott. Bobby clenched his teeth as he heard Scott use the same, exact words that he had uttered back at him. 'I guess that's a taste of my own medicine' he thought angrily.
"But, Mr. Summers-"said Rogue.
"Rogue, Bobby," said Scott, "you promised Storm and me that you would be careful. Not only that, but Rogue, you assured me that you would use the intercom if you guys were in trouble. Why didn't you contact us until it was almost too late?"
"Don't reprimand Rogue," snapped Bobby. Then he hung his head and whispered, "She did want to contact you guys. I was the one who talked her out of it. Don't blame her." He looked up, and Scott could see the resolve in Bobby's eyes, "I wanted to prove to you guys that you can't treat us like kids anymore. We're a lot more mature now, and we have a better understanding of our powers. You have to admit that as each day passes by, you guys are getting older, and once you guys are gone, who's going to make Professor Xavier's dream a reality? If you keep on protecting us from all the "bad guys" out there, then we'll never be able to learn for ourselves."
Scott was about to lash back at Bobby, but a gruff voice interrupted him: "Kid's got a point." Scott turned around to see Logan walking towards them. Logan crossed his arms and leaned against the silver metal wall.
"Stay out of this Wolverine."
"Look, One-Eye. I know that Rogue and Bobby probably should have called for back up and yadi yadi yada, but the thing is that he's right: They're not kids anymore. They can fight on their own. They have to make their own decisions, and if it nearly costs them their lives, well tough luck. That's the only way they'll survive."
Before Scott could argue, Storm-who was at the pilot's seat-announced that they had arrived. Scott quickly turned to Rogue and Bobby, who were still looking at him. He sighed and shook his head. 'I hate it when Logan's right,' he thought bitterly.
"Fine, I'll let you guys off the hook," he said, "but you have to realize that even adults need help. Sometimes, even we look to friends and sometimes-even absolute strangers-for assistance. Being an adult doesn't mean you're always able to emerge from every battle as the victor. Sometimes, it means actually asking for and accepting aid when needed. Understand?" Both nodded their heads earnestly.
"Are you guys coming or not?" asked an impatient Storm. Cyclops handed Iceman a pair of crutches as Storm walked toward the back of the X- Jet. Iceman quickly grabbed the crutches and held them tightly as Rogue stood up. Wolverine turned around, and with that the five members of the new X-Men walked out of the X-Jet to meet their mentor, Professor Xavier- ready to face the many dangers and perils that awaited them in the future.