Cup of Joe

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Scott was up a bit early. It wasn’t even seven o’clock yet. Of course, that was to be expected when one went to bed early. Some people would probably scoff at him for that, chalking it up to him being the Boy Scout of the X-Men, but Scott just wasn’t the type of person who would usually stay up any longer than he had to.

As it was, he made his way to the kitchen, dressed in a pair of white basketball shorts, a black t-shirt, a pair of sports sandals, and a grey house robe that he left open. During his trek to the kitchen, the only thing on his mind was getting a cup of coffee. It wasn’t a craving, per se. But it was enough of a want to make him decide to do something about.

Once in the kitchen, the former leader of the X-Men looked through the cupboard before finding the Keurig cups. “The wonders of coffee brewing technology,” he said to himself as he eyed the cups. After some moments, he grabbed a Vanilla flavored one, then grabbed a mug. He then made his way over to the Keurig machine. As he went about readying the brewing process, he remembered the times from when he was younger, when he had to clean up the mess he made with the normal coffee grounds after scooping them in.

“I bet Professor Xavier would have been happy to have this machine back in the day,” he said as he closed the coffeemaker. He then pressed the button before he turned and leaned back against the counter, waiting as the coffee brewed.

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Hank started his morning like any other. He naturally woke up fairly early preferring to start his day before many of the students woke up. It started out with him brushing his teeth and taking a quick shower. Hey he ha d a lot of fur to keep well cleaned and groomed, afterwards getting dressed. He was dressed in fairly casual wear at least for him, just simple button up light blue shirt and khaki pants. He then read threw a few chapters in some classic novels. After a half an hour or so of that he departed from his own personal lodgings wandering the halls of Mansion.

Along the way Hank stretched out his arms looking around. As he expected most of the students and such were still asleep. He figured he'd go grab something to eat in the meantime for breakfast. The craving came after he got the smell of coffee through nostrils. Oh yes Beast had quite the sense of smell it came the job. Upon getting close to the kitchen though he heard noise from within. A voice he recognized that voice. A grin crept onto his face as  he heard the last statement. It was weird it was only three or so months ago that the entire team still thought Scott was dead but he turned out to be alive. The joy among the team was unspeakable at the time. Everyone was elated to of learned their old team captain was still alive. Beast was much the same

"Quite the contrary actually," Hank said entering the kitchen with a small chuckle, "Charles wasn't the biggest on coffee back then it was only after he started teaching did he find a need for it." He missed his old friend dearly. Hank and Charles went way back to when this mansion first opened up and the X-Men even began to form. His grin remained as he went over to the fridge grabbing varies ingredients placing them tot he side: eggs, cheese, bacon, milk. All that was needed for a good wholesome breakfast. "Good morning bye the way Mr. Summers," He spoke again giving a small chuckle, "I'm glad to see at least some of the X-men enjoy getting up nice and early."

Hank grabbed a pan from one of the cupboards placing it on the stove. "Did you have a good sleep?"

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Scott’s head lifted up when he heard the familiar voice. He turned his head before his eyes landed on the source of the voice. He then smiled, glad to see another familiar face.

“I slept decently,” Scott said. “You know me – I haven’t been one to sleep in late. At least, not since my younger days.” His smile became a bit wider. “It’s great to see you, Hank.”

Hank was someone Scott always had respect for. He was one of the smartest people he knew, and also one of the strongest – literally, emotionally, and mentally. The presence of the blue-furred mutant was certainly a welcomed one. There have been a lot of new faces in the mansion – some of them he met in New Orleans, but a lot of them he met when he entered the mansion again. It was a bit of a weird experience, but seeing a familiar face here and there was enough to make it easier to deal with it.

“I guess you’re right about that,” Scott said with a nod of acknowledgment. Now that he thought about it, he didn't see Xavier with coffee much. Tea, more than anything. "So, what have you been up to since, the last time I saw you?” Scott asked, genuinely interested. He wanted to know what happened between the time of his death and the return of his memories. During this, he heard his coffee drip into the mug. He glanced over his shoulder at the machine, and turned his head back to Hank. “And… do you want a cup of coffee for yourself?”

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Hank gave a slight nod. He could understand how one such as Scott would have a hard time sleeping. Some mutations were easier to live with than others. Scott's well that was a tough childhood. Hank remembered the first day he came to the institute, still so young back then, it was Charles though that actually found him. He found most of the young mutants back then. His powers though much like Beast's could be seen as a negative. A power that was uncontrollable without his special glasses, or the powers of a psychic. This wasn't even including more recent events, which Hank could imagine as being quite traumatizing. 

"Oh quite a bit actually," Hank spoke continuing to work on his breakfast, "I gave up my position as the Minister of Mutant Affairs, to join the X-Men full time as well as to teach at the Institute full time, after Magneto's war so many years ago it seemed like the right thing to do." Hank sighed slightly at that. That was a pretty bad year, so many mutants detained so many dead, because of Magneto's crusade against humanity, and no one even knows where he is now, just hiding among the human population now. Hopefully he would never become a problem again. "More recently I've been doing technical work on the X-Jet, I'm sure you've heard about the recent events with the mass-murdering robot everyone called Ultron, not a pretty thing, but we beat him and have been recovering ever since," Everyone was still recovering from this Age of Ultron. It was a terrible event of irresponsible science in the hands of Stark. "Also I'd be glad to have a cup of coffee thank you."

The breakfast he was preparing was beginning to come out well, the normal combo of eggs and bacon. "How about yourself Scott, have you been feeling alright?" Of course this was genuine care. Hank did care about how all the mutants within the mansion. Scott just happened to come from a very traumatic event though so Hank did want to make sure he was all good.

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“It’s great to hear that you’re here full time,” Scott said with a slight smile. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Scott wasn’t around for when that happened. When he was riding around without any knowledge of himself, save his name, he heard about a huge disturbance out west, not knowing that it involved the X-Men, a team he had led for years.

“Oh, I did hear about it,” Scott said as he moved to the cupboard and pulled out another mug. As he went about preparing Hank’s coffee, he continued. “It was in Georgia at the time of the first attack – Athens, specifically. That was when my powers and memories came back. Not a moment too soon, I’d say. Athens was getting wrecked, and I was the only man with powers. Of course, once it was over, I left.” He sighed. “Even though there were some people who were rather grateful, there were also quite a few people who didn’t take too kindly to a mutant living amongst them, even if said mutant put his neck on the line.”

Scott scoffed slightly. He really did like living in Athens. Granted, he would have probably made his exit anyway, with his memories returning, but Mutant-phobia was always so disheartening, to say the least.

After closing the Keurig machine and pressing the On button, he leaned back against the counter and considered Hank’s question. He then shrugged. “I’m as okay as I can ever be, given the situation. Even if I wasn’t, I don’t think I’m in much position to dwell on it.”

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