in knowing you | scott summers

⋆.' ✶☾✦☽✶ '.⋆ part three ⋆.' ✶☾✦☽✶ '.⋆

Amberle didn't have to hide her frustrations as she tore her uniform off. Struggling with the zipper in the back only made her blood fuel more heat. Usually she had one of the other girls help her with the zipper. But seeing as they were busy, she had to struggle with it on her own.

Damn these uniforms, why did Hank design them to need assistance in putting them on? Even more so when everyone but one is allowed to go on the mission?

She suddenly felt lighter as she thought about the image of the boys working together to zip and unzip their own uniforms. Though she quickly stifled that image, she did not want to be happy right now.

She was deeply annoyed and mildly hurt. While she was more than aware that she was not formable for combat related missions, she still felt she could hold some form of use. And she was not even given the chance to argue her point to Professor Xavier, he had decided she was unnecessary before she could even be briefed on what the mission was.

Besides, what harm would come from her joining them? What if something went wrong and they realized that they did in fact need another person aboard The Blackbird? No matter what the possibility could be, wouldn't it be wiser to come over prepared than end up underprepared?

She angrily tugged her legs out of the suit and hung it back up in her locker. Stuffing the massive combat boots underneath the uniform. She started dressing herself back into her casual clothing, heeding no mind if she wrinkled the soft fabric of the floral print dress. She didn't even bother to lace up her black boots either, or perfect the lace of the socks- she was too bothered by the situation to care about looking put together.

Amberle gathered her satchel and swung it over her shoulder, leaving the locker room and making her way back upstairs via the elevator. She had just reached the ground floor when the elevator began to shake, an indication that the jet was taking off- her friends and teammates aboard.

She grumbled under her breath.

Amberle stormed across the office that belonged to Xavier, the entrance to the X-men's secret training area was hidden behind a bookshelf. Though she never understood the reasoning behind the need for secrecy, Amberle made sure to revert the bookshelf back into its place, placing the book that was the hidden switch back where it belonged.

She dared to sneak a glance outside, the massive windows in the professor's office were floor to ceiling, providing a wonderful view of the entire property...as well as the backside of The Blackbird as it tore across the sky and into the space beyond the clouds.

Amberle took in a long, deep breath. Considering that she was not even invited to the briefing, that meant she had no idea when all her friends would come back. And while she cared deeply for them all, she could not stifle the deepest concern she had for Scott's safety and well being.

Of course she would continue on with her homework and evening rituals as if nothing were bothering her. As if all of her friends were not aboard a jet, flying off to some grand and exciting adventure.

She supposed she could try and locate Jubile. Though similar to her, Jubile had not been invited into the X-men initiative. While Amberle got to partake in most of the practices and training and the occasional mission, Jubilee hasn't even been given a chance.

Since the whole ordeal a couple months ago, where Amberle's mutation evolved and grew in strength and variety of abilities, Jubile had put some distance between herself and the miss matched eyed girl. And while Amberle had tried to continuously reach out to her once close friend, there was definitely some weird friction between the two. Enough that it became hard to find topics to talk about when they two did hang out.