Do not own. Would love to but do not own. Marvel or their characters. I do however own two lovely ones...and a few others that may or may not be thrown in...Who am I kidding...they'll be there.
So as always. Enjoy the ride. It may be a bumpy one. And while your at it go read TimeXgone23's story Skyfall. It's Avengers. Yaaaaaaaay. And we may be doing some collab in the future cause we're awesome like that and why the f not.
I must mention that there will be fairly a bit of cursing in this fic. Completely almost forgot. My OC Jordan has a mouth like a sailor on his good days. That is all.
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Both Kurt and Evan stopped dead in their tracks gaining the same guilty feeling of a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Standing just at the bottom of the hill in front of a grey SUV stood Jordan Moss, their schools star Tight End and fellow X-man. He stood 6'7", a whopping 250 pound solid mass of brick wall with brown skin, and narrowed slate blue eyes. The last anyone had seen him the brick house was sporting his mane of black hair in an impressively large puff, now styled into an intricate cornrowed design. At the moment just looking at him was making Kurt cold, the male only wearing a Run DMC t-shirt, red sweats, and flip flops.
"Jordan-" Evan started only to get cut off with a stern look, one thick brow raised in what was clearly annoyance. Whether Jordan's attitude was directed towards the two younger males whom resumed their climb down the hill or at something else entirely was always lost to Evan as he shifted his gaze quickly to Kurt whom looked just as perplexed.
"Sorry we haven't been-"
"Just get in the damn truck." Turning, Jordan opened the driver side door getting into his vehicle not bothering to wait for the two younger males.
"He's in an extremely good mood," Evan whispered to Kurt who nodded his head in agreement before getting to the other side of the car.
Slipping into the passenger seat Kurt buckled his seat belt before turning to Jordan who drummed irritably on his armrest staring out of the front window. A few seconds passed before the older male blew out a puff of air, turned up the radio, and shifted the SUV into drive.
"When did you get back?" Kurt asked. Even with the pop music playing the silence was still consuming Kurt, his thoughts returning to just moments before on the hill. His name in the wind, smoke in his lungs. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, less Jordan notice, Kurt tuned into what the older male was saying. It was rare that he ever answered a question, and even more so for not tacking on sarcasm with it.
"Few minutes ago," Jordan answered after only a moment, picking up speed slightly on the deserted road. After checking his surroundings a second time he put the pedal down further before hopping on the highway joining in with the extremely light traffic. "I decided to stop by and pick you lot up."
"We were headed back to the dorm," Evan spoke. He winced at the knowing look received from the braided male.
"You want to try that again Pinoch?"
Pausing for a few seconds to glare at the back of the male's head, Evan shook his head. "How did you…ri-ght." Evan rolled his eyes stressing the vowel before staring out of the window. Leave it to know-it-all psychics. "Scott got to you too?"
Turning down the music Jordan turned quickly to Evan in a sign of acknowledgement before returning his eyes to the front. "Just as I hit Bayville. Can't visit my family without getting pestered."
"Yea," Evan started with an exasperated sigh. "He called like six-seven times."
"Once," Jordan grumbled. "Make that twice," he continued as the sounds of the Walking Dead theme song filled the car. Motioning for the other two in the vehicle to remain quiet Jordan pressed the call button above him on the vehicle before speaking. "What?"
"Do you know where Evan and Kurt are?" Kurt could hear the built up frustration in the older male's voice knowing that by now he was probably blowing a gasket as they spoke. "They aren't answering their phones."
Rolling his eyes in what was definitely a Jordan special, the psychic mutant slowed down just a hair as he got behind another vehicle following them off the ramp. "Have you asked Jean?"
"Do you know or not?" The occupants of the car could hear the exasperated puff of air Scott gave off on the other end.
"You know Scott," Jordan said with an unamused smirk. "I saw something in your future just now."
His words were met with silence as Scott was no doubt thinking over the sarcastic males words. "What?
"You nursing a bruise to the jaw." Said with slight amusement coloring his words now, the giant male smirked wider knowing Scott couldn't see. Jordan was clearly having fun riling up the older mutant letting out a deep chuckle a he continued to drive back to the dorm.
"Real mature. Just let me know if they contact you." Yep, he was annoyed.
"Yea, yea, yea. See you when I get in Princess."
The line went dead, not before Scott got out the last words, punctuated with irritation. "Shut it."
"He annoys me," was the only response given as Kurt gave the older male a sidelong glance.
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"You're going to have to give them a break Scott. All of this isn't helping anything."
"Well maybe if they just listen to a simple little rule then-"
Scott and Jean were in the living room arguing. Neither had noticed the jingling of the keys let alone the lock turning as Kurt and the others stepped into the suite. At the current moment Kurt didn't know whether to speak up and let the two know of their presence or keep quiet and see how things played out. It seemed as if Evan was thinking the same, Jordan having abandoned them for the fridge just a few feet away paying the little scene no mind.
Opening his mouth to quell the raging storm that was sure to be Jean should the argument continue Kurt was cut off by Jordan patting him on the back, hard. Handed a soda Kurt took it with caution looking to Evan to see if the older male had any alternative motives before popping the can open, away from himself, with a mumbled thank you. A few seconds later a bag of pretzels was shoved into his face Kurt jumping before giving the bag holder an incredulous look.
Jordan was really treating this like a show munching away on the salty snack with a look of pure amusement on his normally annoyance laden face. He must know something they didn't which on many occasions was always the fact as he gave off a short chuckle.
"This isn't the movies man," Evan whispered keeping his eyes on Scott and Jean as he too reached into the bag pulling out a few of the salted snack.
Full on smirking now Jordan leaned onto the small island separating the kitchen and living room swallowing what was in his mouth before speaking. "No. This is better."
Kurt, growing suspicious, turned his attention fully to Jean and Scott noticing that by the minute Jean's face was getting redder than her hair at Scott's words.
"They need to stop acting like temperamental five year olds and get with the program."
"Maybe if you stopped treating them like they were temperamental five year olds they'd listen to what you have to say more."
"I have before and that didn't work," Scott's voice rose to a near shout as he threw his hands in the air. "They think this is all one huge game and it's not. Just last week Kurt was jumped, the week before that it was Rogue and before that you. All because we weren't careful nor acting like a team."
"We can't always be next to each other twenty-four seven-"
"That's not what I'm saying and you know it," Scott cut off giving an undignified huff.
"That's exactly what you're implying," Jean spoke with a slight raise in her voice to match Scotts. " Next to trying to be everyone's parent." Letting out a deep exhale Jean placed up her hand to silence anything Scott was going to say before she continued, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Talk to them. It's all the yelling you do that doesn't make the situation any better. And would it kill you to listen for a change?"
"Why should I be the one listening when I'm trying to keep them out of trouble?"
Throwing up her hands once again Jean looked to the ceiling before returning her attention to the brunette. "Here we go again-"
"Maybe we should stop them." Having watched the two long enough, well at least in Evan's opinion, the skater was feeling like maybe they should stop the two before someone got hurt. That being Scott of course as Jean would surely find some way of blasting him into next week. It didn't even matter that the brunet was talking about them like they were children, he always did that so nothing new in that department.
Shaking his head Jordan lazily popped a pretzel into his mouth before voicing his opinion. "Nah."
"Jean may really kill him this time," Kurt added agreeing with his best friend. She was looking quite murderous at this point. Like fire breathing scary.
"She won't," was all Jordan said in between sips of his soda.
"You really don't care."
"Schadenfreude."
"You ain't gonna find much empathy with me kids."
"Fine. Whatever." Jean's exclamation broke through the three male's side conversation like a bull through the gates. Wincing at the female's tone, Jordan's face was anything but empathetic as the smirk still colored his features. Those were words that he had never wished any male to be on the receiving end of, less they wanted to meet their maker earlier than expected. Two of the female death words. If Scott didn't play this right it would not be pretty for him. Sad thing, Jordan already knew. Oh he could have very well stopped the male from digging himself an early grave but seeing as the optic blast wielding male had annoyed the living daylights out of him. There was a better chance of him doing interpretive dance in a blizzard.
"Good." Either Scott didn't notice or care that the temperature in the room grew colder, Bobby definitely not the reason for the drop as he were nowhere in the vicinity for he continued to dig his grave. Sharing a quick look with Evan the blue haired mutant winced at the blank expression painted across Jean's face at Scott's next words. "I think I know what's best."
"Wow," Jean said after a pregnant pause her face blank of all emotions. Slowly a scowl grew on her face scrunching up her facial features, a crease forming on her brow.
Turning to Kurt and then Evan, Jordan closed the bag of pretzels as if the crunching of the bag alone was enough to set the redhead off. "Never in the history of ever, gentlemen, should you say anything other than an apology after any female says those words. You'll live longer. Life lesson of the day," he whispered keeping half his attention on his two feuding teammates.
Abruptly turning on her heals Jean flipped her hair angrily over her shoulder before storming out of the living room into the kitchen. Giving Kurt, Evan, and Jordan a passing glance she opened the door nearly barreling into a black haired male whom had his keys out ready to enter the dorm.
"Hey Jeanie."
Saying nothing in return Jean continued out on her way back to her room whilst the sound of a slamming door came from the bedroom hallway.
"I'm pretty sure I'm glad I missed that one," the black haired male said slightly confused as he stepped into the suite with one final glance back to the outside hallway. "Hello gentlemen."
Kurt was becoming used to what came next as he received a kiss to both cheeks by the older male in greeting. Watching as he proceeded to do the same to Evan, patting Jordan lightly on the cheek (he was too short to reach even whilst on tip toe), the blue haired male wondered to himself just how he ended up with these people as roommates let alone friends.
Maddox Delaney-Sawyer, preferred Sawyer over everything else, was the eldest of their little group and also unmistakably one of the shortest of the males just under Bobby at 5'4" however, he did outweigh him by a good 65lbs. Presently, the olive skinned male was wearing a tweed vest and matching newsboy cap over his normally unruly black hair, sleeves on his shirt rolled up giving just a glimpse of tattooed arms, black slacks, and dress shoes.
"Hey yourself." Jordan smoothly replied as he placed the bag of pretzels on the top of the fridge. "Just watched Scott dig his own grave." Turning to his best friend Jordan gave him a look that Kurt in his three years knowing the male could not decipher. Somewhere between disbelief and amusement. "We still going? Or nah?"
Raising a brow in amused curiosity Sawyer's face soon became skeptical as he eyed Jordan's clothing with a look that couldn't be good. "We're going to Francis."
Exasperated, Jordan tossed up his hands before leaning against the counter, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "We were supposed to be going to Rockets."
"Plans, like your outfit, change."
Sawyer's words were final as he picked at Jordan's shirt scrutinizing a crumb of unknown origins. Rolling his eyes Jordan began mumbling obscenities underneath his breath all the while walking to his room no other complaints out of him as he left to change but one thrown over his shoulder. "Ain't wearing no damn monkey suit."
"So, Sawyer. What's the occasion today?" Evan asked trying hard to stifle a laugh should Jordan hear. The two would normally disappear together but that would consist of hitting up the gym or for the football players amusement, a sports bar. Something on a more classy scale was reserved for special occasions and was hardly ever just the two.
"We both couldn't get our nails done yesterday," Sawyer spoke with a smirk before opening the door wide for the people on the other side. The knock had been quick and forceful Kurt thinking of only one person who it could have been his suspicions confirmed as a got a glimpse of brown and white hair. "My loves!" Greeting Rogue (with a kiss to one gloved hand) and Kitty in the same manner he had done his friends previous Sawyer proceeded to move out of the way letting the females in.
Whilst Rogue looked all but murderous, a deep scowl resting itself upon her face, Kitty held a peeved air about her, a small crease just between perfectly sculptured brows. Both females eyed Kurt and Evan figuring the two had an inkling of just what had occurred but a few minutes before.
Grey eyes locked onto two sets of brown before Rogue lost her fuse. "If Scott ever decides to argue with Jean again I will kill him with his own eye blasts."
"She's like so unbearable right now," Kitty whined tossing her hand in the general direction of the female's shared suite.
"What did he do?" Shooting her dagger like gaze to the hallway where Scott was residing Rogue crossed her arms over her chest if possible looking more threatening than she did before.
Kurt didn't even think to spare Evan a look before the blonde answered trying his best to keep the wavering tone out of his voice. They all knew how scary Rogue could be when she was pissed. He was thinking this had less to do with Scott actually angering the red head and more of Jean annoying them.
"We just got here," Evan answered after a moment. That should have been a safe enough answer although Rogue didn't look like she were backing down any time soon.
"Seems like you all have everything under control," Sawyer spoke up breaking what tension had started to grow between the four. "I'll be in the car honey!" Sawyer shouted to Jordan before blowing a general kiss to the younger mutants disappearing out the dorm suite.
"I still don't get him," Kitty spoke up seconds after the door closed.
"I think that makes all of us," Rogue spoke before feeling a looming shadow over her shoulder. Turning she was met with the dressed up form of Jordan now wearing a black button up shirt, grey slacks, and dress shoes. He looked for the most part uncomfortable and stiff, the shirt hugging his muscled torso.
"Behave," was all the Tight End said before he too left the suite leaving the four of them in the kitchen alone to their own devices.
"I will repeat that. I don't get him," Kitty spoke.
"They're all weird," Rogue generalized shooting her hand out in the direction of Scott's room. "You two are dressed enough. We're going to the comedy show at the student center."
"What?" Kurt was thrown off by the sudden statement realizing that it was Rogue who had spoken and not Kitty. The abrasive female wasn't one for making plans, going along with them yes. As if hearing Kurt's internal thoughts Rogue shot the male a dark look daring for him to speak out loud.
Seeing that Kurt was drowning and fast Kitty draped a hand around Rogue's shoulder sending the female a placating smile before speaking. "Bobby and Tabitha are already there. And what with World War three possibly about to erupt between Scott and Jean it'd be best to stay clear of them both."
"Think we should let-"
"No time," Kitty cut off Evan who, for the second time that night had been thrown for a loop. Grabbing a hold of both male's hands Kitty stalked out of the dorm listening for the clank of the door closing as Rogue too followed them out into the night air.
Maybe this was what he needed to take his mind off everything, Kurt thought as he let the cardigan wearing female drag him and Evan along.
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