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One of my favorite scenes, from my WIP, Frostbitten. I don't often get to write Hank McCoy so it was a rare treat:

“This timeline makes no damned sense.” Scott finally said. “How could that much damage be done in twenty-two minutes?

“Well, our resident Bavarian Lothario is a teleporter and him accidentally shuffling off this particular plane of existence and into another for any manner of extra-dimensional hijinks is nigh on mundane for the recently displaced denizens of the Good Team Excalibur.” Hank stood back and pulled his special-made latex glove from his enormous hands. “Unless he had a sudden and ill-timed involuntary nap on the floor of the asylum’s morgue and was besieged by Pietro Maximoff in the middle of psychotic break and armed with—by the look of these lash marks—a bullwhip. Someone should probably ring the Avenger’s and tell them to up Quicksilver’s pharmaceuticals.”

“You’re saying he teleported to another dimension, got his ass kicked, forgot about it and teleported home?” Scott tossed the report on an empty gurney.

“It’s been known to happen.”

“Welcome to my world.” Logan muttered from across the room.

Kurt gingerly slid from exam table, trying to ignore the throb from his mandatory tetanus shot. “Am I cleared to go?”

“Not yet.” Hank made shooing motions at Scott and Logan. “Out, you two. I’ve doctorly machinations to do and you’re under my considerable feet.”

“All right. Get some rest, Kurt.” Scott turned, grabbed up the report and headed out. Logan clamped his hand down Kurt’s shoulder and nodded at him before heading out.

Once they were gone, Henry patted the table. “Back in the saddle, if you please. I need to check you from impish ear to elfin ankle…and the interesting bits in between.”