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Scorch scoffed. Deadpool was right. And he knew it. But that didn't mean he had to admit. "Whatever," he grumbled, defeated. "Maybe if we had a real mutant in charge around here..." he said it in the most ironically loud whisper he could as he turned around and stormed through the door.

"Well, duh. You saved her life. And without a pulse, you're dead. Just like us, the Paragons. Get it, Pul-" Wolfman stopped when he realized she was passed out.

Cyclops nodded, glad that Wolverine wasn't continuing their argument. "You heard him, New Mutants. Everyone back to the Blackbird," he ordered, motioning over his shoulder and referring to the X-Men's jet.


The young man stretched. Where was he? Where did he come from? For some reason, he couldn't remember anything at all.

 

Sora knodded and followed behind Cyclops.


"I can already tell that it didn't go as planned." Shane said once Scorch had left out the door. He was glad that Scorch was gone when he said this, otherwise he'd couldn've ended up using his flame ******ent cloak or something to defend agaisnt his rage.