Notes from robbie: Well, here we are at the end of Volume 5. *phew* It's been quite the ride. ;) We'll be putting up Volume 6 on my (robbiepoo2341's) profile ("Potential") pretty soon, so keep an eye out.
From CC: Ok. So. Just … I personally IGNORE Madeline Pryor. She was like … a stand in. Yes. non-existent. In my head his first WIFE and true LOVE before she died for keeps is Jean. That is all. So … for MY PERSONAL headcannon - Jean Grey = 1st Mrs. Summers. ((robbie agrees wholeheartedly and adds that anything Sinister tried to contribute to Scott's life DOES NOT COUNT because she is the president of the Protect Scott Summers Society)) Also. Before there is any argument on the matter - I don't care what 616 does. This is OUR playground. So we willfully ignore whatever we think is stupid. So ... whatever you know about 616 - means exactly jack and shit here.
As far as movies in the mansion? Well. You should write that.
Chapter 17: "A Word With Scott and Logan"
After Jubilee had rushed off to go take a shower — and probably pop some popcorn for scary movies — Noh put a hand on Logan's arm, as well as a hand on Scott's shoulder. "I wonder, my friends, if I could have a quick word. Before anything else happens — as it so often seems to," he said softly, his expression entirely serious.
The two X-Men shared a look and quickly agreed. "Anywhere special you want this word?" Logan asked. "Or can we just … "
"I… am not entirely sure," Noh admitted, looking sheepish.
"Why don't we head down to the War Room," Scott suggested. "No one can overhear us there."
"That ... may be appropriate," Noh said, though he looked somehow more nervous than he had when he thought he was turning himself over to their custody for what he'd done under Hill.
Logan and Scott frowned at each other, but with a nod, Logan led the way and held the door open as the other two stepped inside. Once they were there, the two older men just leaned against the table with their arms crossed and nearly identical frowns on their faces as they waited.
"I admit, I'm not sure of the procedure here," Noh said with a sigh as he ran one hand through his hair. "And perhaps my timing needs work. But I do not want to risk anything else happening to deter me — and so... it is my understanding that if I am to become engaged to be married on your world, I must ask permission first of those whose respect I would earn." He looked between the two of them. "And so I ask it, and will do whatever is required in this custom to show my intent and sincerty."
Scott just grinned from ear to ear and looked down at Logan — who had just… stopped. "Your call," Scott said with a little chuckle. "But I have to ask you, Noh — Do you love her?"
"Of course I do," Noh said, sounding surprised. "I thought that was the point of marriage in this region of your world."
Scott was trying to keep from smiling so hard as he nodded, but he simply couldn't help himself. But when there was no response from Logan and Noh was still standing there looking so hopeful, Scott elbowed his old teammate.
"Right," Logan said to himself as he shifted and bit the inside of his cheek. "You're not gonna pull any more of this stupid stuff that's going to make me have to kill you, right?"
"I assure you, with Jubilee as my life partner, to whom I have pledged my every loyalty and every secret — I feel I could hardly 'pull' any such thing," Noh said earnestly. "Not after what it has done to her this time."
"That's a fair answer, Logan," Scott said out of the side of his mouth.
Logan glared up at him for a moment and let out a deep breath all at once. "She loves you and I just want her happy," Logan said slowly. "So — make her happy. Go ahead."
Noh beamed at both of them for a moment before, hesitantly, he asked, "Is there any — do I need to declare anything formally, or…?"
"The only other thing you need to know at this point is that if you break her heart, I'll do things to you that will give your ancestors pains."
"I understand." Noh looked between the two of them. "Thank you both. Truly." He looked both relieved and exuberant before he made for the door in a flurry of movement, clearly ready to go.
When Logan got out of the War Room, Kurt and Kate were standing outside with smiles on their faces, chatting quietly as Noh rushed past them both.
"Someone missed his Spaceman Spiff," Kate said, and Kurt had to chuckle at her, his arms wrapped around her before he looked up at Logan.
"Are you ready to go, mein Freund?" Kurt asked. "I was just telling Kate that there's a waterfall at her little cottage."
Logan just blinked hard his direction for a moment as if Kurt had lost his mind. "What the hell are you talking about now?" Logan asked, a frown firmly in place.
"The hiding spot she picked out," Kurt grinned. "It's quite lovely. She said if she's gone, I can use it for my birthday."
Logan looked at Kate, who was grinning widely now and fingering the leather pouch that held her amulet. "Can you hold off for ten minutes?"
"I suppose," Kate said as if this was a huge imposition before she grinned back at Kurt. "It might take me that long to walk back to our room on my own after I turn back into an Elf."
Kurt grinned and stole a kiss before he let her go and put his hand on Logan's shoulder. "I'll be right back," he promised Kate. "Don't expect him to come back, though."
Logan gave him a look before the two of them disappeared in a poof of smoke — and Kate was left with a widely grinning Scott.
"You will not believe what just happened," Scott said to her.
"Try me," she said with a smirk.
"Noh just asked our permission to propose to Jubilee," Scott told her. He was still grinning so widely that it almost looked painful. "Logan was completely knocked off his game."
Kate turned to stare at him openly. "No. Really? What… and it's not on tape or… oh my gosh!"
Scott shook his head, his grin threatening to split his face in half. "I had to elbow him to get him back. It — I've never seen that before."
"And I missed it." Kate just stared at him as she slowly shook his head. "That — that's beautiful. Oh my gosh. What did he say? What did Noh say?"
"Come on, I'll tell you all about it," Scott said. "On the way upstairs. In case you need a crutch to walk."
Kate snorted as she tossed the sack containing the amulet in the air. "Don't fight the tail, Scott. Don't fight the tail," she said, giggling.
Kurt was grinning when he showed Logan where they were — somewhere with lots of evergreens, and with tall ferns that were a crunchy brown even as snow was starting to fall around them. "I'm telling you," Kurt said. "You're going to love this place. We started a fire."
Logan gave him a look and just walked alongside his friend, with the sound of crashing waves growing a bit louder as they walked. It didn't smell salty, so he really wasn't sure where he was with waves that loud — though when he saw the massive lake, and the huge waves crashing against the rocky shore, he had to smirk a bit. There were only a handful of places on the planet that would have a view like that and not be on the sea.
A little further down the path, he finally spotted the little cottage — picturesque and with a tendril of smoke coming out of the chimney as the fire lit up the windows. "Where the hell are we?" Logan asked, but Kurt just laughed before he half shouted over the roar of the waves.
"I'm sworn to secrecy," Kurt said, "but I'm sure you'll get her to tell you if you're nice." The two of them stepped into the little cottage, and K turned to greet them, no longer in the costume but dressed for the weather with a bag packed at her feet.
"Am I leaving now or later?" she asked as Kurt gave her a little wave and stepped back outside. Had it not been for the enhanced senses, they both would have missed the sound of him disappearing in the crashing waves.
"I'd like you to tell me about the file Fury has on you," Logan said quietly. "And if you want to come back, we'll figure out how to get SHIELD off your back." She let out a breath and nodded before she invited him to take a seat.
"How is Kurt going to know when you're ready to go back?" K asked.
"Don't worry about it, just take your time. I've got nowhere more important to be anytime soon."
"So you say," she said before she took the seat nearest the fire, sitting on her feet. The two of them just shared a look for a moment before she held her breath for a moment. "Okay, but you're going to need to tell me what you have questions about because I know I've read your file; but I also know that what's in it is slanted by the moron that wrote it."
He let out a little laugh and nodded. "Fair enough," he agreed. "How about we both clear the air then?"
She nodded and with that, the two of them began to trade their perspective on how some of the more spectacular sections of their individual reports read, and after a good long while, the extensive rumors and stories that both of them wanted to know if the other had anything to do with.
Before long, the mood had shifted from very on edge and concerned, to relaxed and joking around as he broke out the whiskey and they settled in to try to be more open about both of their pasts.
Noh didn't return to Jubilee's room immediately after he had spoken with Scott and Logan. Instead, he went to his ship and slipped off the Kree band Bran had given him as soon as he reached the workshop where he had once examined a Phoenix-like weapon and drawn the attention of Corsair.
He worked quickly, cutting off a section of the band very precisely, and while the metal was still heated from the laser cut, he carefully molded it until it was the right size. Once that was done, he took only a second to smooth out the edge of Brand's band, which whined slightly until he put it back on and let his own excitement calm the damaged psionic circuits until it cooled off again.
But still, he didn't go directly to Jubilee's room after that. He had one last stop that he wanted to make.
He knocked gently on the doorframe to Hank's lab as he entered, and the fuzzy blue doctor looked up with a frown when he saw his visitor. Noh saw that the note he had left for the good doctor was gone from the desk — so he had seen it — but he also knew that Hank had been at the Halloween party when everything had come to a head.
"I failed utterly and completely at what I set out to do when I left you that note," Noh said quickly, gesturing toward the desk where he had scribbled his message to Hank. "I intended to find a way to escape my bonds and instead only succeeded in shortening the leash…" He let out a weary breath. "If it is not too terribly late to ask… I believe I need your medical assistance once more — and I owe you a full explanation of everything that has happened, as I promised. And I intend to beg your forgiveness, though I would understand if you refuse to give it."
"Let's just take care of the most pressing matters first, and then we'll discuss the massive error you made earlier," Hank replied. "Though I did hear the overview on what transpired while you were playing in your ship."
Noh let out a little breath but couldn't school the small smile that started anyway. "I wasn't playing," he said softly.
"That remains to be seen," Hank argued. "Medical help, is I believe what you needed?"
Noh nodded, gesturing the the claw marks on his chest, the fractured membrane across his arm… "Yes."
"So many claws," Henry said, shaking his head as he gathered up his supplies.
"Yes, I do have marks from all three," Noh said in an attempt at humor. He tipped his head to the side and took in a deep breath. "I promised to tell you everything, and that's my intent," he muttered to himself more than anything else.
"We'll likely be here for a moment or two, so I suggest you start talking while I work." He frowned for a moment. "How deep are these?"
"Fairly," Noh admitted.
"Now you know not to pick up a clawed woman without permission," Hank said.
Noh had to smirk at that and shook his head. He took a moment to arrange his thoughts before he simply started to tell Hank in a measured tone everything that had happened, from his visit with Brand to Hill's threats against Jubilee and the others, and everything in between. By the time he was finished, so was Hank, but Hank let him finish his story with a strange sort of expression on his face.
"When I left, I had every intention of asking Brand to help me end this travesty," Noh added. "But — that's not what happened, and I cannot change it. The only thing I can do is learn from it — and…" He paused. "What I have learned is that the idea of Jubilee being harmed is more frightening to me than even losing my own mind to SHIELD again."
"That is not something that you would ever need to bear alone," Hank said. "We all love her as well."
"I've seen that," Noh agreed. "But… I think you'll agree that you love her a little differently than I do," he added, this time trying for a small smirk. "I want to ask her to marry me."
"As long as you understand that we are her family — and will fight on her behalf — I see no trouble with asking her," Hank said diplomatically.
Noh looked very relieved to hear it. "I… thank you," he breathed out. He got to his feet and then paused, turning Hank's way. "I have already spoken to Logan and Scott and given them my word never to make these same mistakes. I offer it to you as well."
"I'd prefer you make sure that instead of repeating the same mistake, you promise to inform her of any trouble you come across."
"Doctor McCoy," Noh said, turning his way with a little smile, "why would I keep anything from my wife?"
"A fair point, however, I've found that it's hard to imagine a woman agreeing to that kind of a commitment if she doesn't already trust you implicitly." He tipped his chin down to look over his spectacles at him. "Good luck."
Noh just swallowed and nodded once Hank's way before he left, finally reaching the door to Jubilee's room, and he found that he had to pause just outside the door, suddenly terrified. He rested a hand against the doorframe and took in a deep, steadying breath before he shouldered his way through the door.
"I'm sorry to take so long," Noh said with a little smile. "I wanted to speak with Scott and Logan — and get myself seen to before I get any more of my blood on you," he added, gesturing at himself and the new bandages. "But I swear to you — I will not be leaving your side anytime soon unless you wish me to."
Jubilee grinned up at him and paused the scary movie she had been watching, set the popcorn aside, and just wrapped her arms around him carefully and gently. "You better not run off, mister," she said, only half teasing as she laid her head on his chest.
"I'm not planning to," he assured her. He put one hand on either of her arms to push her back slightly so he could see her better. "Jubilee ... so much has happened, and I must ask you… and answer me honestly. Do you still trust me? Is that even something I can ask of you?"
"You don't have to ask," Jubilee said easily. "Of course I trust you. I never didn't."
"And — when you told me you loved me," he said hesitatingly. "This was not just a tool to keep me from leaving?"
She raised one eyebrow at him. "I am not that kind of girl, Noh-Varr," she replied. "I have grown up with loss and misery — and I learned a long time ago that you only hurt yourself when you don't admit how you feel. So no. It wasn't some cheap trick to try to keep you with me."
He let out an obvious sigh of relief. "That is good to hear." He took a slight step back as he looked her over. "I have one more question for you — if that's alright. And then I swear to let you alone — or to hold you close — or whatever you wish of me."
"Did K hit your head?" Jubilee teased. "You're acting strangely."
"I don't mean to," he said honestly. "I am still learning about your customs. For as long as I've been here, it feels like there is still so much to learn, and…" He simply dropped so that he was sitting on both knees. "I only know a few bits and pieces, but I'm sure there is kneeling involved," he explained. "And... I am sure that you require a ring, but I am not sure at what point to offer you one, so instead I will just… ask you what to do." He grinned sheepishly. "I'm trying to ask you to marry me, but I don't know how."
"I think you just did," Jubilee said with a steadily growing smile. "And I'd love to."
"Wonderful!" He grinned up at her from the floor. "Now ... at what point do I present you with a ring? I am at a loss."
She grinned at him, only just biting back the little laugh that wanted to escape, and offered him her hand. "Anytime, really. I already said yes."
He was beaming ear to ear as he pulled out the jet black ring and slid it onto her finger. When he placed his hand over hers and touched the metal there, it hummed and spread an electric warmth through her from her arm across her whole body. "I was not sure if this was customary on Earth, but I felt ... since you had expressed interest in their powers…"
She all but tackled him with a kiss and quickly assured him between kisses that it was perfect and that she would very much like to snuggle up with him now.
He swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. "Yes, of course," he told her as he kissed her neck. "Whatever you ask."
Nearly a week had passed before Scott finally managed to nail Kurt down for more than thirty seconds and again ask that he go pick up their missing team member.
"Kurt!" Scott shouted when he very nearly snuck up on him. "You have to go get him — and I don't care if he hasn't called for a ride. Go. Anyhow."
"Ooh, better send the bamfs ahead just in case," Kate said with a little smirk as she had Kurt around the waist.
"They have the sense not to go," Kurt said, shaking his head at Scott. "Honestly, I'm sure he's fine. He'll call when he's ready to come back."
"You didn't read what was in that file," Scott pointed out. "Come on. He won't answer my calls, and you know as well as I do that if he was in trouble — which, I know. Probably not," he added with both hands up in a conciliatory gesture. "But still. He wouldn't ask for help."
"Have a little faith, Scott," Kurt said with a light shrug. But Scott just fixed him with such a look that it took a moment before Kurt finally let out a breath. "I'll send the bamfs."
"Thank you," Scott told him earnestly before he let out a sigh. "Annie is beside herself trying to help keep up the history lessons. She is livid that he just disappeared like that with no lesson plans left behind."
Kurt shook his head but turned to the nearest bamf and started to tell him very seriously in German what he expected of the little guys, but right away, the bamf frowned at him and shook his head 'no'. Kurt closed his eyes and steeled himself, sounding much more irritated and stern as he narrowed his eyes and laid into him, but again, the little bamf said no, this time crossing his little arms obstinately as he closed his eyes and slowly shook his head 'no'.
Kate nearly jumped when Kurt all but snarled at the little guy, and with a surprised, startled look, the little bamf finally disappeared. When he reappeared a few minutes later, he very seriously told Kurt something in their little language as Kurt let out a breath and nodded his head, thanking him profusely before he turned to Scott. "They are fine, and they won't need a ride until early tomorrow morning," Kurt said as Kate took the little bamf in her arms and kissed his cheek as she just started to spoil him.
"Tomorrow morning?" Scott asked as Kurt and Kate began to walk away, only slightly put out when Kurt nodded 'yes,' but then stopped walking all together.
"Of course, K said she'd hold him hostage if you kept calling." Kurt grinned his way for just a moment and waited until Scott just shook his head in disbelief.
"Of course she did," he said dryly. "Thank you," Scott called out, turning on his heel and heading off to tell Annie what the plan had become. At least for now.
Kate laughed as Scott walked off and kept ruffling the little bamf's hair. "Such a brave little soul," she cooed at him before she grinned at Kurt impishly.
"Not as brave as you'd think," Kurt said with a fond little smile. "He said they were curled up in front of the fire, half asleep. She gave him a cookie before he left."
"Spoiled little imp," Kate said, sticking her tongue out at the little guy, who just giggled at her.
The next morning, Kurt and Kate came down a bit earlier than usual to find that K was actually cooking something. She looked over at Kate when she came in and had to smirk a bit. "Do you ever eat with coffee?" K asked.
"Not until I'm awake," Kate replied as she filled her cup.
"That's a shame," K said. "Limited time offer." She looked up at Kurt, who nodded, and a few moments later, he had a plateful of paper-thin crepes folded into quarters. She pushed a jar of jam his way. "Traditional — but I like them with a little whipped cream too."
"Okay — that… actually looks really good," Kate said as she peered at Kurt's plate.
"Just a few minutes," K told her, working quickly to turn out a little arrangement for Kate too. She kept working, rushing through the job and taking all that she made to slip into the warm oven before she got her own plate and took a seat near the two of them. "Enjoy."
"Is this like a reverse housewarming?" Kate asked.
"It's like — I wanted Swedish pancakes," K replied with a shrug. "With lingonberries."
"I'll take it," Kate said, grinning.
"Where is Logan this morning?" Kurt asked between bites. "I thought he'd be nearby."
K frowned a bit at her coffee. "Arranging a meeting," she said finally with her nose wrinkled up. "With Scott right now. I think."
"Somehow, I'm not surprised," Kate said with a small smile. "Scott was using all his phone privileges on you," she teased.
"I was busy," K defended.
"You certainly were," Kate said, smirking wider.
"When you see the place, you'll understand," K promised. She tipped her chin up toward Kurt as she addressed Kate. "He didn't even see the view until this morning. It was dark out last time."
"It's quite lovely," Kurt said to Kate. "And amazingly well hidden."
"And you were serious about letting us borrow it for his birthday in a few days?" Kate asked K with a little twinkle in her eyes.
K just nodded. "Yep," she replied. "I'm not going back for a while, it seems."
Kate broke into a wide grin. "Oh good. I like having you around," she said, grinning through a mouthful of pancakes as Noh and Jubilee slipped into the kitchen.
"Breakfast is in the oven," K advised the two of them. "Skip it at your own risk."
"You don't want to skip it," Kate added when she saw Noh hesitate, his wide-eyed gaze on K for a long time.
"Swedish pancakes," K clarified. "Rarely done right outside of the midwest."
"I — I'm glad to see you're staying," Noh said at last as he seemed to be working out what he wanted to say.
K looked up at him for a moment and watched his hesitation. "Am I going to have to do this for him?" she asked Kate.
"He's an idiot. Give him a second and he'll figure it out," Kate said, then paused. "Maybe."
K let out a sigh and pushed away from her plate to walk over and grab his hand and pull him into the kitchen. She didn't say a word as she set him up with a plate and then popped up on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad I didn't kill you. I kinda … almost wanted to. And Logan told me what happened with you and Jubilee." She gave him a little smirk, just watching to see his reaction.
"You would have been entirely justified," he told her. "And I would not hold it against you — especially when both of us were acting out of a fear of captivity."
"It wasn't the captivity that I was trying to avoid," K told him. "But I can respect that."
"I hope — we can continue to live together. I would very much like to continue our friendship, but of course, that is your own decision." He shrugged, though it was obvious from the almost pleading look on his face that he wanted to stay friendly.
"It depends entirely on how my meeting goes," K replied. "But for now - have some coffee and a bit of Sweden." She gave him a little smile and looked past him to Jubilee and gestured to the crepes. "You too. I've been told to tell you to 'stop being a brat'."
Jubilee smirked her way for a moment but then paused as K approached. "We still need to talk," she said. "But maybe actually talk. I was in a mood before."
K gave her an appraising look and just nodded before she squeezed Jubilee's arm and went back to her seat. "Congratulations, you two," K said, tipping her head toward Jubilee's left hand and the unmistakable Kree ring there. "You're very cute together."
"I know. It makes me and Kurt look tame," Kate said, shaking her head at the newly engaged couple.
"Rabid cuteness," K commented. "I hope it's not contagious."
"I'm sorry, but if you're not infected by now, you're probably at least a carrier," Kate said.
"I am so not a carrier. Healing ability handles all that nonsense and burns it right off," K replied with a shake of her head. "You two are dripping of it, though."
"That is a good thing, right?" Noh asked with a smile, trying to follow their ridiculous conversation.
"For most, yes," K said with a nod. "Don't worry yourselves about it, just — watch what you're doing with all that glitter. It's dangerous."
"There will only be glitter in the decorations," Noh said earnestly. "And perhaps in her dress, as I understand it." He leaned forward with wide eyes. "I have been researching."
"I'm sure you have." K looked toward Kate with one eyebrow raised before she pointedly went back to her breakfast.
It wasn't long before they were joined in the kitchen by a serious-looking Scott, who crossed his arms before he just tipped his head at K. "We're ready," he said simply.
She smiled sedately his way and picked up her coffee mug. "Nice knowing you," she said as she glided ahead of Scott a few paces down to Charles' old office, where Logan and Fury were waiting. Scott closed and locked the door behind them as she made her way to take a seat across from a fairly concerned-looking Fury, who introduced himself and went on to say he simply wanted her side of the story.
As per Logan's request, he'd brought the file that he had on her, and he handed it to her as he told her that this was all they had to go off of when it came to her history, which included a relocation by a pair of SHIELD agents that she claimed she couldn't remember the name of.
Fury pressed, but she feigned ignorance well enough that even Logan was left wondering how much she could remember or not. K wrinkled her nose when she saw the letterheads on 80% of the material and thumbed through it quickly as she filled them in on her side. Typical, she said, of the program. Snatch and grab, testing, training, all that you'd expect.
She told them about a few of the missions she'd run — including her side of the story on the run-in with Natasha. "She was a lovely, talented girl, but she was too intense that night to be mistaken for anything but a spy on a job like that one," K said. "Much more on edge than other jobs I'd seen her at."
But her story was one that sounded all-too familiar in that none of it was by her consent, and the first real opportunity she had, she used every bit of her creativity and all that extensive training and conditioning to give the program a big fat middle finger and disappear. The only part of the story that had Fury frowning and making notes was the part where she said that it was SHIELD that had helped her to initially disappear. Whoever it was that had done the job had been good, and Fury obviously wanted to put a name to the Agent that had let a Weapon X operative slip through SHIELD's system.
But after that, it was again straight forward, including how SHIELD lost track of her so completely for so long, though she refused to elaborate how she'd kept hidden for so many years.
"Which is where Creed came in," K said calmly as Scott refilled her mug and leaned on the desk to listen to her. "Major investments were made — and they wanted their money back. Or the material. I … just decided it was an old engagement ring from an ex that I am not obligated to part with." She then leveled her gaze at Fury. "So. What does SHIELD want with an ex-operative that hasn't been causing a lick of trouble and has managed to avoid even your sharp eye in ten years?"
"SHIELD doesn't concern itself with former operatives who have gone into more or less retirement," Fury said frankly. "Not unless they're causing trouble for our people. Hill, on the other hand—" He let out a sigh. "—saw an opportunity. You and Noh-Varr, you are both operatives outside of SHIELD and with no official ties to any teams like the Avengers or X-Men. She saw that as something she could use in her power grab. Obviously she was unaware of the ties you'd formed here, or thought she could exploit them to make you go down her list."
"Do you know who was on her hit list?" K asked. "Specifically — who did she think she could send me after that the sweet little boy in white couldn't handle — or where he couldn't get in to?"
Fury tipped his head her way. "We know she wanted Logan out of her way — and more than likely, she'd have sent you instead of Marvel Boy when she made her play for me," he told her. "Especially since Logan was on your hitlist from Weapon X." He leaned forward a bit. "Is that something we should concern ourselves with?"
But K just waved it off. "Never got that order, probably wouldn't have even tried to follow through on it. But Hill? See, now — leaders like that usually end up dead by their own people," K said with narrowed eyes. "And part of the reason it didn't really work too well for the other guys was because I wasn't exactly … "
"Cooperative?" Fury offered.
She glared at him just the slightest. "I'm not going to agree with you on that one, but you're not wrong either." She shook her head. "I was not compliant. With anyone. Stubborn, I guess, is a good way to put it. And, for the record, I'm not killing anyone without a damn good reason — or if they try to kill me first. So I hope you're not looking for yourself now that Hill cracked open that can of worms."
Fury shook his head slowly. "Are you going to do work with the X-Men or should I just close your file all together?" K looked taken off guard by the question — or its phrasing. One or the other and didn't want to answer the question, obviously.
Scott looked between the two of them and gave Fury the slightest of smirks. "You might want to save space for her work with us. I'm sure — if she decides to join up — you'll want to give her a medal or two."
K turned to look at Scott with a little bit of a glare as he smirked her way. She rolled her neck to look at Fury, who was stoic as ever. "There has to be some kind of tie breaker here." She looked incredibly serious before a smirk started at the corner of her mouth and very slowly allowed it to stretch into a smile. "I need you both to stand up for me." She looked up at Scott. "Gimmie a little twirl."
He looked taken aback for just a second before a tiny flush started. "I'm not parading for your entertainment."
"It's not a parade. And it's not for my entertainment, it's for my loyalty," she clarified before she turned to Fury. "You too. Get with it." Logan had both hands covering his face to try and hide the smile.
"Really? Neither one of you?" She let out a weary breath as if the whole thing had been terribly taxing. "Then I guess I'll just stick with this one," she said, tipping her head slightly Scott's way. "He did a lot more than just let me ogle him. But let's be honest. You both suck. No sense of humor, and you—" She pointed at Scott outright. "—probably would have lost. I bet the director's got a much nicer ass."
Logan shot Fury a smirk. "Don't close her file," he said. "She's with me — I'm sure there'll be something worth reading sooner or later." With that, the two of them left the room, and when they got to the kitchen, Logan was holding back laughter and K was grinning.
"That has to be some kind of record," K said with a little chuckle. "I broke them both. Both of them."
He gave her a little smile before he just picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. "Yeah, and one of them is going to recover and probably have a fit. We have better things to do than listen to that noise."