A/N: So this prompt was provided by Loki Firefox a long time ago. Unfortunately, I hit a writing block and haven't been updating anything. I came across this one again and was super-inspired to complete it. Hopefully it meets Loki's expectations (Sorry it took so long). I'm trying to get better at writing and updating as well as being inspired.
School Dance
"I don't know why Aunt Tasha is insisting we attend this stupid function," Sebastian groused, trying desperately to complete the knot on his tie. Annoyed that it wasn't working, he pulled it from his neck and dropped it to the floor.
"She said something about sensitivity and getting to know people who could understand our situation," Blaine replied, bending and picking up Sebastian's tie and going over to the other boy. "I don't know how you can't tie these things when you wear one every day with your uniform."
Sebastian snorted. "How can anyone understand our situation?" he demanded, ignoring Blaine's comment about the tie, although he allowed the other boy to put it back around his neck and knot it. "We're two good-looking, genius boys who have superheroes for parents. Aunt Tasha must be getting senile if she thinks there are others in our situation."
Blaine shrugged and stepped back from his friend. "Apparently, there's some school in New York for "gifted" teens. I goggled it and there wasn't much about the school on the web."
"Google has failed us?" Sebastian asked scandalized. "How could Google fail us in providing information? What is wrong with those people? They are suppose to know everything. How can we be expected to rely on them when – "
"Seb," Blaine cut in, pulling on his shoes. "We don't have time for one of your rants about the horrors of Google missing something. Didn't you sent a long rant to Wikipedia the other day? Send them a similar email."
"Wikipedia failed the world, Blaine," Sebastian replied with a huff. "How could they get the theory of quantum mechanics as it's applied to space / time travel so wrong? I only sent them an email to point out their error, supply them with a better explanation, and ensure that they were educating the people of Earth properly. We can't have them encouraging idiocy. It's bad for the population and will lead us back to the Dark Ages."
"Seb, according to Darwin you have nothing to worry about when it comes to idiocy remaining in the population; evolution will take care of it. And you forget that I read the response. I don't think they took too kindly to your rant, especially when you questioned the intelligence of the people working on the website, specifically that they got their education from cartoons. Or the other insults you provided in the forty page document you sent them, including the explanation for quantum mechanics and space / time travel as I quote "to further your education and ensure that the idiocy and perpetual, inexcusable mistakes you continue to make on your websites do not further push our population back to the Dark Ages and even into extinction. With the way you display and articulate information to the general public, especially when trying to render the explanations of something as simple as quantum mechanics, you are threatening to allow the monkey populations of the world to surpass us in intelligence" end quote."
"It was rather good, wasn't it?" Sebastian replied with a smirk. Blaine was saved from answering when their door was pushed open and Natasha entered the room.
"Don't you both look handsome," she smiled, reaching over and adjusting Blaine's collar. "Come on or you'll be late for the dance." She ushered them out of the room and to the waiting jet.
"Explain to me again whywe let Aunt Tasha talk us into this," Sebastian muttered in Blaine's ear as they both plastered uncomfortable smiles on their faces. "I would prefer to meet Doctor Doom or Galaticus head on than be in this room full of teenagers."
"Just try to behave, Seb," Blaine replied quietly. "And maybe we'll get out of here soon. We're not far from New York City. We could always "borrow" a car and hit Stark Tower for the weekend."
"Didn't your Dad start to install some of the new equipment for the Avengers headquarters a few months back at the Tower?" Sebastian asked, a hint of excitement entering his voice at the thought of new gadgets to inspect.
"Yup," Blaine replied proudly. "And I know for a fact that the Avengers are with S.H.E.I.L.D. for the weekend so we'll have free reign of the place."
"Sweet."
"What's sweet?" a feminine voice cut in. They both turned to look at the teenage girl who approached them. "I'm Kitty, by the way," she added. "I don't think I know either of you."
"I'm Blaine and this is Sebastian," Blaine supplied with a charming smile. "We don't actually attend Xavier's. Our Aunt Tasha arranged for us to be invited."
"Oh? So you're not "special" like the other students here?" Kitty asked, appraising both boys.
"Nope," Blaine replied. They continued their conversation before Kitty tugged Blaine out onto the dance floor.
Muttering darkly under his breath from the sidelines, Sebastian watched as the two danced together, laughing and grinning. "You know, you could always cut in," a voice instructed, sidling up to Sebastian. "Blaine wouldn't mind."
Glancing over to the person next to him, Sebastian nodded. "Franklin."
"Sebastian."
"I'm not going to cut-in. From what I gather that girl is smitten with Blaine," he paused, grinning. "Although, we could have some fun." He studied his friend for a moment. "Have you managed to master that power you were working on? The reality one?"
"A little," Franklin confirmed, seeming to consider what Sebastian might be thinking. "What do you have in mind?"
Grinning diabolically, Sebastian leaned over to whisper in his friend's ear.
"Alright, Boys, what the three of you did was inappropriate. We do not manipulate or use our powers on others. What do you have to say for yourselves?" Storm stood in front of the three boys who were all seated on the detention bench outside her office.
"Nothing," Sebastian replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "It would have been funny if that huge dude hadn't gotten in the way. I wonder if it's true what they say about steroids? That your package gets – "
"Sebastian," Storm cut in with a sigh. "Colossus isn't on steroids and spending the better part of an hour convincing everyone in the room he was – um – unendowed because of his steroid problem wasn't appropriate. Especially after you asked him to prove how big his – um- package really was which he was scandalized about. Nor was it funny that you managed to put a leash on Beast and told him you would be taking him home as a pet. And poor Doug is going to need extensive therapy after you got him speaking in tongues. I don't know if he'll ever recover."
"It's not my fault Colossus didn't want to cooperate," Sebastian protested. "I just wanted to be prove the point of big men not necessarily having big packages. And Beast looks like he'd make a great pet! He's intelligent, domesticated, and we won't have to potty-train him. As for Doug, it's not my fault he couldn't keep up with the language Blaine, Frank, and I invented. And calling him a "master of tongues" makes me think of a bad porno."
The three boys snickered at that causing Storm to glare at them. "And you," she pointed at Franklin. "Having everyone in the room perceive they were in a brothel from the 19th century wasn't funny either. I think Cyclops had a heart attack when the prostitute approached him. Nor was it funny that you made Kitty a part of the act. That was cruel."
She turned to Blaine. "As for you, I'm not even sure why I'm including you in this lecture. I'm not actually sure what exactly you did but – "
Cut off by screaming, cursing and a large explosion from the gym, Blaine grinned sheepishly. "Um that would be why you included me," he admitted as Storm ran from the room to investigate.
"Nice!" Sebastian leaned over and high-fived his best friend. "I thought you left that at home especially after you harped about behaving tonight."
Blaine shrugged, "I couldn't let you and Frank have all the fun."
"She's beautiful when she's angry," Franklin replied, causing both Blaine and Sebastian to look at him.
"Just no, my friend," Sebastian replied, placing a hand on Franklin's shoulder. "Besides she old enough to be your mom." He climbed to his feet. "What do you say we escape this place and take on New York City? Storm won't even know we're gone because of Blaine's surprise."
They grinned as the sprinklers began going off. "Too much explosive, I guess," Blaine stated as went through the front doors. "Looks like we'll have to tweak the syrup and try again."
"We'll test it once we get to Stark Tower," Sebastian promised with a grin.
"You could have given us some warning, Natasha," Storm stated, looking across the table at her friend. "It's going to take months to repair the damage those three brought to Xavier's. If I didn't know who their parents were, I'd swear they were evil genius."
"I did warn you," Natasha protested, taking a sip of her latte. "If I remember correctly, you laughed in my face."
Storm sighed. "Just – try – to keep them leashed. I would hate to think of those three loose on the world."
Natasha frowned, looking around. "Speaking of those three, where are they?" She was answered by a whooping laugh as the entire street shook from an small earthquake causing glass from the windows of the high rises to rain down on the street and people to begin screaming in fear. "Never mind," Natasha continued. "If you'll excuse me, I need to round-up my menaces to society."