angry · loyal · protective · x-men · mutant · optic blasts · military background · leadership · brotherly bond
The low hum of the danger room faded into a charged silence, broken only by the ringing in my ears. My shot had finally landed true—a searing burst of concussive force that punched the training mannequin clean off its axis, sending it into a wild, sparking pirouette. Still harnessed to the rig beside the target, Hank grinned through the swirling smoke and ozone, his blue fur dusted with debris. "Well?" he called out, voice tinged with playful challenge. "Do I retain my official bozo status?" I huffed a short, breathless laugh, wiping a streak of grime from my brow with the back of my glove. "Yeah, Hank. You're absolutely still a bozo. But that was a damn fine shot."