[ Is a semi-inebriated Thor more or less likely to respond badly to Scott's news? He doesn't know. But it can't hurt to promote a...friendly...atmosphere. ]
[ And he will, even though he's dreading it. He'd like to say it's because Scott Summers doesn't run from anything...but that would be bullshit. He can't run from this, though. You can't escape the inevitable.
Scott looks wicked uncomfortable in this bar, though. Uncomfortable to be in public period, with shoulders hunched and gaze fixed solidly on his drink. ]
[Thor, on the other hand, is entirely in his element. He nods to Scott as soon as he sees him, coming to beside him with a surprisingly medium sized drink in hand.]
We were...it was our first time as X-Men trying to operate without the Professor. We were in the middle of an argument about Hank quitting when Hank from the future showed up at the mansion. Blue furry Hank, you know? And he told us we had to come to the future with him, to prevent me— future me— from causing a mutant genocide.
[ He's very studiously looking at his glass while he lays all this out. Distantly, Scott's aware that he sounds flat, detached, like he's not entirely there. He can hear it under the sound of his own pulse pounding in his ears. ]
That turned out not to be true. But— the thing he did, to make his Hank want to punish him so badly that he'd mess with time just to get back at him... The Phoenix came back to earth. And I— he— goes to war with the Avengers over it. And when it arrives, somehow it ends up in him instead of the host it came for, and he can't control it.
... [If Thor's honest, it sounds like pretty run-of-the-mill X-Men stuff, and he can't blame Scott for not at all being used to it. He's young to have to deal with this. Genocide, the Phoenix, war with the Avengers...]
A good reason mortals aren't meant for time travel. [Thor pauses to finish his drink, then sighs. He imagines this story will not end well for Scott.] What did the Phoenix do?
[Thor doesn't look away, holding Scott's eye until he looks away. He keeps his expression stoic, hiding his surprise and sadness at the poor decisions Scott of the future seems to have made. They had never been close, but he had always seemed to want to do the right thing. He didn't deserve to be controlled by the Phoenix like that.
(He's less worried about Charles Xavier's death. That never tends to stick with the X-Men he's known.)
For a long moment he's silent.]
That is a great burden to bear, hearing such things of your future self.
[ It's not— that's not really why he's telling Thor all this. Explaining himself doesn't come easily to Scott. Finding the right words to accurately convey himself to another person, wondering why they don't come. ]
It is what it is. I'm used to it by now.
[ He's not fine with it, but he can talk about it without letting on too much, how much it bothered him. ]
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But it happened, and I know that it happened, and I think...you should hear it from me. Not Loki or anyone else who might show up later.
HELLO A MILLION YEARS LATE
[he just wants a drink, feel free to say no, scott]
WELCOME BACK!!
[ Is a semi-inebriated Thor more or less likely to respond badly to Scott's news? He doesn't know. But it can't hurt to promote a...friendly...atmosphere. ]
Did you have somewhere in mind?
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[he gives the address]
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[ And he will, even though he's dreading it. He'd like to say it's because Scott Summers doesn't run from anything...but that would be bullshit. He can't run from this, though. You can't escape the inevitable.
Scott looks wicked uncomfortable in this bar, though. Uncomfortable to be in public period, with shoulders hunched and gaze fixed solidly on his drink. ]
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Well met, friend. What can I do for you this day?
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I know you know I'm not...the age I should be. [ Deep breath, Summers, the only way out is through. ] I need to tell you why.
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I am ready to listen. Some mishap with the X-Men? Or perhaps a time portal?
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[ He's very studiously looking at his glass while he lays all this out. Distantly, Scott's aware that he sounds flat, detached, like he's not entirely there. He can hear it under the sound of his own pulse pounding in his ears. ]
That turned out not to be true. But— the thing he did, to make his Hank want to punish him so badly that he'd mess with time just to get back at him... The Phoenix came back to earth. And I— he— goes to war with the Avengers over it. And when it arrives, somehow it ends up in him instead of the host it came for, and he can't control it.
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A good reason mortals aren't meant for time travel. [Thor pauses to finish his drink, then sighs. He imagines this story will not end well for Scott.] What did the Phoenix do?
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Um...thrashed the Avengers. [ He's quick to add: ] And the X-Men, too.
[ He misses the cover of his shades, because trying to look Thor in the eye and tell him all this is miserable. But he's doing it. ]
Tried to make the world better, he says. But he couldn't control it.
[ Scott looks down at his drink. ]
He killed the Professor.
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(He's less worried about Charles Xavier's death. That never tends to stick with the X-Men he's known.)
For a long moment he's silent.]
That is a great burden to bear, hearing such things of your future self.
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It is what it is. I'm used to it by now.
[ He's not fine with it, but he can talk about it without letting on too much, how much it bothered him. ]