Mikhail smiled as he tended his garden. His onions were coming along beautifully. Not that the squash was looking shabby.
"Morning, farmer John," Victor poked his head over the fence.
"Good morning Victor, come for some produce?" he picked the ripe items without looking to the man.
"I will take whatever you give me, but I actually have news for you."
"Having another child?"
"No. God no!" Victor recoiled in disgust, "Ready to use your powers for more than just the garden?"
Mikhail turned his blue eyes away from the eggplants and gazed at the man, "Which ones?"
"I got a little information on the next mission the xmen are going on. Don't think they would mind us tagging along," he gave a toothy grin.
The Russian threw a smirk back, "Well? Are you going to make me ask for details or speak?"
"Extraction. Trip to an island," he climbed the tall fence, the yard had no gate so he had to either enter through the house or climb the large wooden fence. And going inside takes too long.
"Sounds like an adventure," he grabbed the hose, "When are we leaving?"
"We're going to be going a little earlier than them, so you might want to get a nap in, and be ready tonight."
"I will be," he smirked, eager for a bit of mischief.
X
Logan got to the mansion, they decided a late trip would be better than morning, use the cover of night. With any hope he could be home in time for lunch.
"Hey Pete," he waved.
"Allo. How are things going?" the metal Russian nodded.
"Getting better little by little," he shrugged, "You?"
"That's good. All is well."
"What the h3ll?" Scott looked to the back side of the jet, "How did you get here?"
The group leaned in to see who he was talking to.
Logan stared at his brother, "What are you doing here? I thought you stayed the night with your friends."
"I did," Victor smiled, pointing to Mikhail on his right and Cain on his left.
"Leave." he pointed out of the door as the others shuffled in fully.
"Why?"
"We just wanna help," Cain smirked, "Thinking maybe I'll get some brownie points with ole Chuck."
"You hate Xavier," Storm crossed her arms, "And mutants."
"I've grown up!" he marked, "My two best friends are mutants."
She scoffed and looked to the black haired man with a raised brow, "And you are?"
"That is my brother," Colossus crossed his arms, looking down at Mikhail, [Why are you here?]
[We wanted to help, little brother] he covered a yawn, having been reading before Scott spoke. [Allow us to.]
"Not everyone speaks Russian," Scott commented, "They need to leave."
"Why? You guys might need help, there might be guns and last I checked bullets can be considered a threat to those who can't become metal or don't have a healing factor." Victor commented.
"Victor has a better healing factor," Cain pointed out, "And I'm impenetrable."
"Not according to your wife," Victor and Mikhail snickered.
"I will punch you in the face," he smiled.
"Jean do something," Scott whispered to the redhead.
"They're blocking me," she whispered back.
Hank shook his head, "Just bring them along, we don't have time for these childish shenanigans."
"[How did you get in here?]" Piotr looked to his brother.
Mikhail looked back, "[I don't understand the question…]"
Piotr shook his head and sighed.
Logan glared at his elder brother's triumphant grin, "Behave yourself."
"Always," he smirked as his Jimmy walked away.
X
The trip to the island was long and the three nonxmen weren't good with entertaining themselves.
"Victor would you stop humming that stupid song!" Logan was tired of hearing the Doh deer Sound of music song.
"Fine." Vic scoffed and opted to actually sing, "When you know the notes to sing you can sing most anything~."
Cain wrapped an arm around Victor, "All together now!" starting a duet between the two while Mik hummed the beat, much to Logan's chagrin and everyone else's mild amusement. Nothing like seeing an embarrassed Logan.
X
"How long?" Victor called to the pilot as the trio played scrabble.
Scott looked to the navigations, "About an hour and a half."
"Great... no russian words, you know Cain barely knows English" Vic spoke as Mikhail scoffed.
Cain shrugged. "I know the important words."
"Swearing is not important." Pete pointed.
"Says you."
"Mississippi," Mik played proudly played.
Pete looked to the board. "Well played."
The elder Russian smiled proudly. Vic rolled his eyes, smirking as he played supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.
Logan glanced over, he wasn't playing, but he was watching. "Does that even count as a real word?"
"It counts as me winning the game," he added his points up.
"It's made up though isn't it?" Cain asked.
"Well, yes and no I think." Pete thought out loud.
"It's your fault I even know how to spell that word," the feral mutant pointed at the Juggernaut with his pencil, "making me watch TV with your nephew."
"Cousin. It kept you entertained." He shrugged.
"I am not six," he complained, "You could've put a Michael Bay movie on. Then I could see explosions."
"Then I would've had to hear Skaar complain, he likes Mary Poppins. And his whining is surprisingly worse than yours." Logan snickered at that.
"Coming from the man who sobs when his wife says she has a headache," he grumbled, sipping his iced tea.
"Well her sex is great," he mused.
"Sex gets boring," Victor commented, receiving a surprised look from his brother.
Logan wasn't alone in his surprise. Cain quickly grabbed his friend's hand and slapped the back of it, "Don't ever say that again!"
"Well it is," he rubbed spot of impact.
"Just because you don't appreciate sex, doesn't mean the rest of us don't. And she is good. Something to definitely cry over when you can't have a piece. And Mikie has his brother, I'm assuming neither of them have other partners...well save for you."
"You're disgusting," Mikhail commented plainy as he regather the letters and Pete about threw up in his mouth.
"Sex is tedious," Victor shrugged, "Pete has the little pale girl. And again, his name isn't Michael is Mikhail."
"She is not a girl, Neena is a woman." Pete retorted.
"Yes she is," Victor paused to hear what Mikhail said, "Mikhail says you just don't want to get back with your old boyfriends," he pointed to his hands.
"You obviously aren't doing it right. And yes, my lovely emerald can do it way better than either Righty or Lefty ever could." He smiled. "It's the Russian equivalent of Michael." Cain rolled his eyes.
"That you're just too dumb to pronounce right."
"Am not, asides he doesn't mind me calling him that."
"Your wife has a bigger d*ck than you," Vic scoffed at Cain while most of the xmen cringed.
"Mine is real and shut your face," he looked off.
"Just because hers straps on doesn't mean anything," He sipped his tea, "And I must be doing something right since I keep getting commissioned. New game?"
"Yes, let's play who can go the longest without saying something vulgar. I won't play to make things fair." Pete spoke up.
"Has it been two hours yet?"
"It's been 30 minutes." Logan said, munching on his meat sticks.
X
When they were within 5 miles there was hostility in the form of missiles.
"Everybody hold on." Scott announced, avoiding the explosions. Logan cinched his seatbelt.
Mik smiled and stood from where he sat on the floor and walked to the front.
"Stay seated till we land." Piotr told his brother.
"Salute." He ignored his brother and spoke to the cat-like mutant.
"Da, salute," Vic agreed.
Mikhail's eyes blacked out around the blue of his irises as the missiles exploded in mid air into fireworks.
"Ooo, pretty." Cain clapped.
"Looks like he'll be pretty helpful." Logan looked to Pete. Pete gave a small nod, he just hoped all went well.