"Oh My Gosh!" Was all Hack could say as she stared wide eyed. Beast did no better, too stunned to say anything at all. They entered an abandoned warehouse to find Iceman and Storm speaking to several people. Not just anyone though.

"Greeting my friends, we have been waiting for you." Said one of them, his accent royally British. He wore a Blue and red costume covering his entire body up to his neck, with diagonal stripes across the chest, an elegant long sword rested in his right hand and a small masked covered his eyes. "By gosh, you look like you've seen a ghost!" he teased.

"I don't believe it, Captain Britain. I recognise that voice, you're his son, the original Britain's I mean. I haven't seen you since you were a baby." Beast exclaimed gleefully. "How old are you now?"

"Eighteen, my father passed on the baton shall we say. And I couldn't have been a baby. I remember seeing you clearly when I was young. Beast, my father's old friend." The man replied. "This is my team, the New Excalibur. This is Soothsayer..."

He said, signalling to a tall woman in a long robe that didn't quite cover her large bust, she was in her late forties and had an air of regality about her as she politely bowed her head.

"This is Jack of hearts…" Captain Britain continued the man in question was covered in black and red clothing. He had a long moustache that would have made his appearance quite comical had it not been for the twin long swords held tightly in his grip.

"I believe you know Frostman…" Beast and Hack hadn't noticed the blonde man, tall and muscular. He had the same powers to Iceman, and the two men used to be good friends before he suddenly left.

"And this is…" Britain began but was cut off by his cloaked companion, a bow and brace of arrows on his back.

"They know who I am." He said. Hack's heart sank, she did indeed.

"Hawkeye" She grunted. Beast tensed up before placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You know each other." Storm said surprised.

"Yeah, we go way back." Hawkeye grinned, sending a jolt of anger down Hack's spine.

"Unfortunately" Hack replied harshly.

"Now, now play nice Nat, were all friends here, were working together after all." Hawkeye said happily. Hack very nearly bit back but was interrupted.

"Indeed, were both after the same woman, if she can be called that." Captain Britain stated. "Mystique caused some rather dreadful trouble in the UK not so long ago, she stole a rather precious artefact from the British Museum and we intend to bring her back to pay for it. We had just agreed with your companions to help you find her, you can extract the information you need and we can then take her back to Blightey and ensure she feels the wrath of British justice."

"No tea for a year." Frostman remarked sarcastically.

"No one is that cruel" The captain replied in disgust. "Soothsayer is rather good at finding people, so we intend to use her gift to locate the wretch. It's far quicker than your Cerebro."

"That's a good plan." Beast admitted.

"Smashing" Britain declared. "How about we split up into teams, Soothsayer should remain here and concentrate on locating Mystique, and she can keep in contact using the comms. Jack, Storm, Iceman and I as one team and Beast, Hack, Frostman and Hawkeye the other, the rest of your X-Men can tag along as they arrive, rather simple."

"Simple is good." Iceman agreed.

"Great" Hack said sarcastically under her breath, the night was only young and already she hated it.

Jake woke up to find himself in his room, but not how he usually saw it. It was from a side he never slept on, Mark's side of the room. He looked around to find Mark sleeping silently next to him. It was dark outside still but the bird calls told him it was early morning. Normally he would have gotten up but he was too comfortable, Mark's arm draped over his waist whilst his own arms were wrapped around his boyfriend tightly and the blanket was warm and snug. Jack could feel Mark breathing, his chest moving in and out softly. He looked at him, his handsome face seemed content and happy and Jake wondered what he was dreaming about.

Jake had fallen asleep virtually as soon as their movie started, the only thing he remember after they arrived back in their room was how Mark had change into his pyjamas in plain view, allowing him to see his body with only his long boxer shorts and socks for a moment. It was a bizarre and embarrassing moment but Jake certainly didn't dislike it, in fact he found it rather exiting. He himself had fallen asleep in his clothes, still self-conscious about his skinny body.

He laid that, snuggling closely until daylight broke. Before long is stomach gave its usual 'feed me' grumble and Jake sadly pulled himself away, careful not to wake his 'sleeping beauty'. Even he found that thought rather silly. He stripped off his chest and threw it in the hamper, a brief sniff under his arm confirmed that he had spent too long with the t-shirt the day before. He headed into the bathroom and stripped off completely before stepping into the shower. Luke warm water as usual. He scrubbed himself clean, careful around the tender bruises that he bore from Vegas. He wrapped a towel around himself and stared into the mirror. He noticed the steadily increasing amount of fluff growing around his chin and neck. He's have to get a razor soon, that or stay in his glue state for the rest of his life, he would never have a beard then. Sighing he headed back into his room.

"Morning gorgeous"

Jake spun round in horror to find Mark sat up in his bed, smiling at him. He desperately covered his bare chest with his arm and shielded his more private area with his hand despite being hidden by the towel already.

"Relax, you don't have to be like that around me now, I can't see anything anyway." Mark said. "Besides, you're hot."

"What?" Jake said frowning. "I'm like a twig, how is that 'hot'."

"I don't care. Your body is still nice." Mark assured. Jakes cheeks burned, he felt highly uncomfortable as he grabbed some clothes and darted back into the bathroom to change. Mark entered soon after, still smiling. Jake still had his t-shirt over his head when he felt warm hands grip his bare chest and soft lips caress his own. He couldn't see anything, which made him feel all the more exposed, but Mark was good at relaxing him.

"I love you." Mark said softly. "Twig or not, and you are sexy."

"I love you too." Jake said as his smile returned as he pulled his shirt full over his head.

"I'm going to get breakfast." Jake said. "Do you want me to wait?"

"No, go ahead. I'll be down after I have a shower." Mark insisted.

Jake kissed him for a minute or two and headed off. Mark sighed, partly out of happiness and partly because he was tired of Jake talking down on himself. Mark would need to find a way of showing him the Jake he saw, a slim, attractive, bubbly, cute, guy.

A/N Ah, aren't British stereotypes fun. I'm British so it ain't racist, though I accept it's not good for the whole 'breaking down the stereotype'. Anyway, Team Britain's role overall is miscule, that's the last time we see the Captain, or Jack, or Soothsayer. Unfortunately for Hack I don't plan on getting rid of Hawkeye that easily, and Frostman is kind of important, kind of.

As for the Mark and Jake thing, that is the steamiest it's gonna get. At least of the chapters I will publish ;D. Lol. Joking.