Why you don't mess with Kurt

The sun knifed across the grounds of charles Xaviers school for the gifted, lasering through the windows as it is wont to do, early in the morning on an autumn's day,when it is low in the sky and the light sharp and concentrated.

Quicksilver rolled out of bed with a groan, his Alarm clock blaring a danger siren through his room and more painfully his skull. Throwing his blanket off of him and onto the floor, he combed his hair-brushed his teeth-checked his breath-adjusted his shirt-winked at himself in the mirror- and set off in search of Kurt.

The adorable little bundle of blue must be round here somewhere-he was usually out early hanging from a tree by his tail, practicing things he learned in the circus that were beginning to come in useful now he was using them in a combat sense.

Failing that he decided to head straight to the kitchen, where a VERY grouchy looking wolverine was hunkered down over his coffee with a cigar. Wolverine didn't do mornings.

Peter gave him a smirk, and instead of speeding in like a hurricane strolled leisurely past the kitchen island to the fridge, Logan's head snapped up- the latter eying him distrustfully. This wasn't like quicksilver, he usually couldn't get enough of giving him a heart attack, this must be too good to be tr- "sooooooooooooo" said peter, stretching out the O in a way that made logan want to grind his teeth.

Oh great, what does he want?! Thought logan.

"You, being a very VERY highly regarded teacher at this establishment…" Peter said, snapping open a coke,Logan rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee"would perhaps know anything at all about a certain… new kid arriving?"

Logan sighed, his whole body deflating, but tension tight as a bow string remaining in his frame, he knew the only way he was going to get peter to go away was to spill about this new kid.

" his name's Taylor, likes fighting, His brothers some sort of CIA agent, now get outta my kitchen!"