That night, borrowing Professor X's van, Bruce and Logan went to a local bar. After seeing Bruce sit down at a booth, Logan went to get their beer. "What will you have?"

"The strongest darkest draft they have on tap," said Bruce. "Nothing here can compare to Asgard ale."

"A pitcher of your darkest ale," said Logan, "And two mugs and just keep it coming. My friend will be paying."

Logan joined Bruce at the table. "Can you get drunk?" Logan asked.

"If I drink enough," Bruce said. "I've seen Thor drunk, so it is possible."

"I heal faster than I can drink, so I never get more than a bit tipsy," said Logan, "but it's fun trying."

"It sure is," said Bruce. When the waitress put the pitcher and two frosted mugs on the table, Bruce paid her. "Keep the change."

She smiled at him and put the money in her blouse.

"Frosted mugs. Everything is cold on Asgard," said Bruce. "You don't know winter until you're buried under two meters of snow."

"Sounds like Canada."

Bruce filled both their mugs then drank nearly half of his in one gulp. "My friend, Steve, don't drink because he metabolizes the alcohol out of his blood too quick. He's missing the point."

"Shit," said Logan. "It's the chase."

Bruce refilled his mug. "I'm caught."

"Did she catch you or did you do the chasing?"

"She caught me," Bruce said. "I was wearing a blanket and she puts her little hand over my big green thumb like I'm the sexiest man alive. Here I am the Incredible Dork (as Tony would say) sticking my foot in my mouth with every other word and she kisses my cheek."

"With Jean, my foot went in my mouth a lot and she still kissed me," said Logan. "She's gone now then there is Scott."

"So that's Professor Summers' first name," teased Bruce. "I thought it was Jackass."

Logan laughed then lit his cigar. "You don't mind."

"It isn't going to hurt you and it isn't going to hurt me." Bruce drank a bit of his beer, slower this time. "So do you have any suggestions on warming up to Professor Jackass since I do have to work with him?"

"Don't call him that to his face," said Logan. "That's my job."

xxxx

After they left the bar, the van was pulled over. The cop asked Logan to get out. He got outside. "I need you to walk a straight line."

Logan did so. "Officer, I'm not drunk."

"I need to see your license."

"I don't have one," Logan admitted.

Bruce got out of the van, showing the officer his empty hands. "Sorry, officer."

"Do you have a driver's license?" asked the officer.

"Sorry, sir, I don't," said Bruce. "I lived in New York City before coming here and you can go everywhere by mass transit."

"We'll have to impound the car until the owner can collect it," said the officer. "Please, tell me it wasn't stolen."

"We kind of borrowed it from the school where we work," said Bruce.

"May I, please, have the registration?" said the officer.

Logan took the registration out of the glove box.

The officer looked at it. "Charles Francis Xavier. Handicapped plates."

Logan said, "Professor Xavier is a paraplegic and it's his van."

Bruce said, "Now we look like we stole a disabled man's van."

Logan was looking at the ground. "Professor Xavier won't press charges."

The office used his cell phone. "We have two mutants caught leaving a bar. They aren't drunk, but neither one has a driver's license. They were driving a van with handicapped license plates. They claim they borrowed the vehicle." There was a pause in the conversation. "No, they haven't attacked me with fireballs." Another briefer pause. "We have the mutant here that was shot in the head back in Boston. The kid with the fire isn't here. They appear to be co-operating."

"Can we walk back to the school?" asked Logan.

"After we call the owner about the van," said officer. "If he doesn't want to press charges, you're free to go."

They stood outside the bar for a few minutes while the cop made more phone calls then said, "You're free to go. Mr. Xavier will have to pick up his vehicle from the impound lot."

After the van was towed away, Bruce took out his cellphone. "We're at Frank's Bar." He gave him the address. "Can you pick us up after you get the van from the impoundment?"

"I should make you walk," said Xavier. "Logan I understand, but I expect better from you."

"I didn't do anything wrong," Bruce tried to defend himself. "How was I to know that Logan doesn't have a license?"

"He doesn't even know his first name," said Xavier. "And you are a rocket scientist."

"So I helped Mr. Stark make his suit able to tolerate the conditions in outer space, in case, I'm not there to catch him next time, that doesn't makes me a rocket scientist, maybe; it does." Bruce giggled. "And when someone offers to drive me somewhere because I don't have a driver's license, it isn't that unusual to assume that they do or they wouldn't be offering. I may be a bit drunk."

"Why don't you have a license?" asked Xavier.

"Because General Ross with a couple phone calls took away every privilege he could from me: my driver's license, my passport and my medical license. I'm still technically a fugitive. I'm so glad that officer didn't ask for my name or fingerprint us. I don't need to show up on General Ross's radar, again."

"I would handle Ross," said Xavier.

"Are you picking us up or are we walking?" asked Bruce.

"Cyclops will pick you up," said Xavier.

"Joy," said Bruce.

"Stay at the bar and stay out of trouble." Xavier hung up.

"I heard," said Logan. "I'll go back inside."

xxxx

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