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Codename: 1989. The latest in psychologial warfare. 

It’s the perfect crime. No one will every believe you’re gonna reach a low like that.

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I’ve had Blank Space in my head for six hours. 

That isn’t even a good training song... 

Yeah, that... Always gonna be stupid in my book, Kitty. Ha! Normal people! You’re thinking pretty small there. We can start with drinks, but if it ends in movies, I’m gonna declare myself an old man and steal Xavier’s wheelchair. 

Well hey, I’ve already phased through death once and I’ve always loved a challenge so…yeah I want to do that. 

...Define phased through death? The bullet thing? Because you did not phase through that. If you had there would have been no chance of death. For you. Alright. Friends. 

Coming from the phaser. I wasn’t asking for a role model, I have enough of those, not excluding Leslie Knope. I just wanted a friend? is that too much to ask for? even after I went to a dodgy ass bar with you!

Mutants are way less weird than the Amish. I have had two friends. One is dead, the other got sent down to SHIELD’s special cells because she got in too deep with my shit. You really want to be friends? Cus we can do that, you just... should be aware of the fact that I’m really horrible at it. 

“C’mon, old timer, I’ll show you how we kids have a good time around here.” he teased, leading the way.

“If it involves training, that’s not fun and we got to do something I pick.” Zach called after him, quickly following behind. 

Not complete disagreement, just seeing where his hope becomes more than reality, leaving our kind defenseless where we should be growing stronger, we’re certainly skilled enough that’s for sure. 

You might be onto something there, kid. 

Come on Ochoa, it’s your phasing bro, lemme in on the goss, give me some of that juice, it can’t be broccoli because broccoli are for armish people, its spinach or nothing. Show me a flex, gimme some sugar, don’t just let it be reckless-asshole-itis, like give me something role model like.

Armish? Amish? Those guys are weirdos. Trust me, Kitty... If you’re looking for a role model in me, you are looking in the wrong damn place.