#PE instructor Howlett

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about when the kids get too cocky Logan let's Wade play a little rough with them.

A child: Mr. Howlett? Why do we have to wear these targets?

Logan: Today we're playing lazertag...

The children: Yay!!

Logan: ...with instructor Wilson.

The children: Awwww...

Wade, coming out with lazer guns: Whats up, losers!?

Logan: Wade you cant call kids losers

Wade: They're gonna be once im done with'em!!

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about how in Finding Home Au Pietro's main job is being the entire evacuation system. Once a month, they'll have a code orange-

(Active explosive in the building, Code yellow is fire, code red is lock intense lockdown, code blue is active uncontrolled mutation, so basically 'uhh hey staff? There's a kid (or other staff member COUGH Logan COUGH) going berserk so lets maybe handle that before someone dies', code purple or tripple P AKA 'Students please remember your permission slips for the field trip to Pompeii' is code for "Please stay calm but go back to your rooms because there's an intruder" in which Logan is going full bloodhound, trying to pick up scents he dosn't reconize so stands by the door all normal and tries to make small talk with the kids, asking them slightly personal stuff like 'hey kid! Did you do well on your math test? I know on friday you were worried about it' to see if they look/ smell off)

-and Pietro's whole job is to find out where the explosive is and (if possible) take it to the lake or remove each person who was not fast enough to get out room my room. He works on priority, and while they dont use real large explosives, sometimes there will be a time bomb or a gernade that he can grab and run with.

He is also in charge of deep cleaning once a week (Saturdays, it takes him 15 minutes to do the entire mansion, top to bottom)

And that's it.

My guy gets paid to live here for the sole purpose of working only about an hour max a month for 45 thousand a year.

That's literally 5k less of how much Logan gets paid to be a PE instructor plus second line of defense LMAO

[icarusredwings]

"Heyy.... Partying with the mops?"

He has his knees pulled up to his chest as he sniffles, trying to shift away so he cant see him. ".. yes.."

"Pft. You're a bad liar. Move over."

He scootches as Logan sits with him. It's quiet for a few seconds before Wade can't help but start telling him why "this is why I didn't do well in school either" and how "I thought this stupid place had a no bullying policy? So much for that."

"Yeah... now imagine how rough it was for me."

"What?"

"I didn't... well... okay don't laugh."

Wade holds up his pinky and Logan takes it.

"So.. obviously, I didn't have.. the best.. childhood. And so this meant I missed a lot of schooling. I uh... I didn't technically graduate until after Charles begged me here.."

Wade gasps. "Really!? I thought- but you're so smart! A-and everyone treats you like.. Like you know more than them?"

He shrugs. "When you're alive long enough, you learn bassically everything... Do you want me to beat up some 13 year olds for you?"

Wade looks at him with sparkly eyes. "You'd beat up 13 year olds for me??"

"Eehh.. Ill scare the shit out of them.. but.. no."

"Oh.."

"Would be a shame if they failed my class though..."

"You would do that for me?"

"No one gets to bully you but me."

Wade by now is smiley and playing with his fingers. He frowns again as he glances up. "Logan?"

"Hm?"

"....Do I actually look like a rotting cantaloupe..?"

Logan smirks. "I mean.. Yeah."

"Oh.."

"But you're a really hot rotting cantalope... and wolverines are scavengers.." he gives wade this Look and wade goes

"OH"

Lets just say they ended up missing a few classes in that closet and some stern scolding from Headmistress Munroe later that day...

more t4t shenanigans

sort of a sequel to this post

Text reads: Hey Loagie? I know your royal transmascness can't actually pump me full of your love-juice and knock me up (tho that would be super-hot). But what if I ate your pinkie and grew a new honeybadger in my stomach? That's practically the same thing, right?