"I don't want to go!" a now mostly healed Victor complained as his brother tried to lead him to the Jet.

"We have to go! Ya think we can live here or something?" Logan tried pulling Victor.

Pete merely shook his head, "Come brother," He reached for his own older brother's hand to guide him around the spectacle. Utter surprise filled him when Mikhail pulled his hand from reach, "Mikhail! You don't snatch from me!"

"I don't want to leave yet. There must be more to do," Mikhail had genuinely had a good time letting out all his suppressed anger for the first approved time in years.

"The mission is done brother," Pete reached for him again as he pulled away. He quickly grabbed his brother, lifting him completely off the ground, when he tried to scurry away from him, "[What has gotten into you?]"

Mikhail pushed slightly at his brother's arm as he was carried, before crossing his arms in acceptance, "[I hate when you use your size against me.]"

"[That won't be all I use against you if you keep this shameful behavior up. You are gathering some very unbecoming traits from your friends.]"

Meanwhile Logan was still struggling to get his brother on the jet since he didn't have the height advantage that Pete did, "Get on the jet and stop acting like a d mn kid!"

"Let go!" Vic pushed at his hand. He still wasn't fully healed and Logan's pulling was tearing the still slightly burned flesh of his arm. Running on instinct Victor reached down and chomped on his his little brother's wrist.

Jimmy gasped, yanking his arm away and reflexively slapping Victor across the face. Vic responding with a slap of his own to Logan's face. This time Logan slapped him back hard enough to make him bang his head against the jet door. He had his hand raised in the ready to strike again when Vic raised his fist.

The elder glared his little brother down before growling and going into the jet in a huff.

Logan sighed, lowering his hand, "Such a jerk."

"What the h3ll is your problem!?" Cain glared to him, "You two are the some mean little 'caring' brothers."

"You have some nerve calling anyone a mean brother." Logan glared to the giant.

"I do. I'm the authority on the mean brother. I use to kick Chuck's ss for the heck of it," he looked between the two caregivers, "So yeah, if I say you're being a mean brother then I should know what I'm talking about."

Pete let his brother loose to walk onto the jet and looked to the mystic in shock, "What have I done?"

"You nearly yanked Mikie's scalp off when you grabbed him!"

"I grabbed his shirt!"

"You grabbed his hair," the mystic said simply, "And held him off the ground by it. Think he'd scream like that if it were just his shirt?"

The Russian lad looked absolutely mortified at the realization, "I...hadn't meant to."

"And for defending you," he tsked before turning his attention to the angry Canadian, "And you-"

"Save it, carrot top. He bit me and got what he deserved," Logan scoffed, refusing to be scolded.

"He bit you because you were hurting him. You think it feels good to get roughed up after getting fourth degree burns? Yeah he healed mostly but his skin is still raw and peeling." Cain glared, "Beat both your sses myself if I catch you hurting my little bud buds again. Especially after they were protecting you. And don't think turning metal will save you," he pointed to Pete.

"I would accept it," he commented, head hung in shame.

Logan just pushed past Cain. He didn't have to listen to this.

X

The jet ride back home was quiet for a while as the trio sat in the back playing cards.

"You are cheating," Victor scoffed.

"What reason do I have to cheat? Not like my prize will be seeing Mikie naked," Cain raised a brow, "Is it?"

"Not on your life," Mikhail said plainly as he set his card down.

"Why does Victor get to see you naked but I don't?" he huffed.

Vic set his card down, "I don't let my obvious want to bed him the main topic of discussion every time I see him, Mr Happily married."

"Jen knows!" He scoffed, his man crush was not a secret. Though he was mostly joking about it, "We have an agreement: if I ever get Mikhail I just have to share," he smiled triumphantly and wrapped an arm around his Russian buddy.

"Not gonna happen," he scoffed, putting another card down.

"Well fine," the giant dramatically turned his nose up in rejection, "Hey one eye, how long until we're back?"

"Same amount of time it took us to get there," Scott told them.

X

"She's going to use her mermaid magic on us!" the giddy sponge said from the laptop screen as the three grown men snickered and giggled to themselves.

"Now that they're men," Cain sang along, "They have facial hair," he rubbed both his friends' beard, "Now that they're men, he changed his underwear." he pointed to Victor.

The feral mutant scoffed with a half chuckle and smacked his finger away, instantly getting a hard poke to his palm, "Ow!"

Cain looked at his finger as it was bent backwards, "That's not suppose to be like that!" he bent it back to normal, "Stop breaking my magic!"

"Stop assaulting my beard just because you can't grow one."

"Why you always gotta be trying to hurt people's feelings?" Cain checked his finger.

X

"This is taking forever," Victor complained.

Pete looked back and glanced the time, "Brother, you need to eat," xmen business or not since he was with his brother. He had to make sure his needs were met.

"Not hungry, thank you," Mikhail dismissed.

Pete rummaged his bag, pulling a cereal bar out, "Come."

"I'm not hungry."

"Brother."

"I think he knows when he's hungry," Cain rolled his eyes.

Pete sighed and began explaining to the mystic, "If he doesn't eat, he won't eat and he'll want to eat when he should be asleep."

The giant looked from the metal man to his long haired brother, "Didn't know infants grew majestic beards. The man is 45, he knows when he's hungry." he paused at the gasp from Mikie, "Uhm...40?"

"I am 33, you b*tch," he stated coldly.

Cain laughed hardily, "Yeah, 30, right," he chuckled, only stopping when he noticed that Mikhail was neither smiling, smirking nor chuckling, but glaring daggers at him, "Uhm...Victor how old is he?"

Vic put his red x on the paper, "He just told you his age, 33," he handed him the pen.

Cain glanced over to his last resort for who would definately know, "Hey, Metal Man? Do you by chance know your brother's age?"

"He turned 33 in October," Pete rubbed the bridge of his nose, feeling drained from this day.

"You just turned 33!?"

"Kiss my ss," he scoffed, taking the pen and putting an o down.

"I'd love to." he received a glare, "I'm sorry! The beard makes you look older!" Cain pleaded his case.

"It does," Victor agreed despite the murderous glare he received, "You should see when he shaves every few months, he looks like he's pushing 25."

"Oh my," Cain tried to picture it, "I wouldn't mind seeing that."

X

Another few minutes went by before the trio were getting antsy. And somehow the topic became Cain's sex life. Brought up by Cain.

"That's just really not interesting to me," Victor shrugged as Cain talked about the night before and his new fun time with married couples book.

"It was nice," he nodded, "Tried a new lube."

"Just don't use cooking oil. It will melt the condom," Vic advised.

Cain blinked, "...That's true?"

"Yep."

Mik shook his head, sipping his water, "Are you sure you're mature and smart enough to avoid getting your wife pregnant? Advice: If it doesn't say 'lube', don't use it as lube. You might end up giving her candidal."

"Don't use your big college boys words against me," The redhead scoffed, "I haven't heard any stories of your adventures in the sack."

"I'm sorry, I'll try not to use big boy words on you. You also haven't heard about my escapades because I'm actually quite secure in my masculinity to not need to constantly talk about my sex life."

Cain gave him a look and leaned over, pointing a finger rudely at his nose, "Yeah whatever, you're just mad I get ten times more sex in one week as you do in a year."

"Ten times zero is zero," Mikhail said plainly, turning the page of the screen of his tablet. Cain's face was a stunned silent and his finger now flaccid as Victor choked on his juice laughing at the man, "Do you need help?" Mikie tilted his head at the giant, "Hold up zero fingers ten times."

Even the other xmen were snickering, trying to cover their mouths and hide their chuckling at the comment as Cain stayed in stunned silent. Some more successful at pretending to not be amused than others. Logan was laughing just as hard as his brother.

"Do you need the calculator on your phone?" The Russian looked to him concerned.

"You know what, f**k you," he sat back in his spot and crossed his arms.

"Sorry Cain, keep dreaming," he went back to his reading.

"Shut up!" he glared, "You too!" he smacked Victor's foot.

"OW! What did you hit me for?" Victor continued his laughter from the floor.