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"Okay, everyone. There's twenty minutes left in class but I'm feeling generous... Why don't you all head to the garden and find something that calls you and we'll all head out again tomorrow to paint. How does that sound?"
"I think she's feeling generous because a certain X-Men came back." One of the students giggled and I rolled my eyes.
"Keep that up and that extra credit project I assigned will end up being worth 30% of your final grade." I smirked and they all groaned. "Class dismissed... and no yelling in the halls! Professor Maximoff has midterms today!"
"You're too nice to them." A familiar voice rung out and I smiled.
"They're fifth graders. Let them live a little." I chuckled, feeling a pair of arms wrap around me. "Hello to you too, red eyes."
"I missed you." Scott mumbled against my neck and I turned around.
"You were gone for three days."
"And in the process I've been beaten more times than I would consider pure coincidence."
"Okay, sit down and shirt off. I have a first aid on my desk." I sighed, pulling back despite his protests and whines. "How bad was it?"
"I have claw marks on my back and it's not the ones I want."
"Not going to entertain that."
"You should."
"You had a fight with a rabid animal or something?" I winced once Scott removed his shirt and sat on my desk.
"Given who it was, I held back."
"I find that hard to believe."
"Trust me."
"Yeah, well however it was clearly wasn't holding anything back. Those scratches will heal but it'll take time and quite possibly leave scars." I hummed, grabbing the bandages and pressed a light kiss to his shoulder. "I hope the other guy is worse."
"Hard to tell, but dragging his entire face through that cage in the rematch had to do something to his ego."
"Mhm... You'll have to sleep on your stomach for a few days and take it easy which means no Danger Room."
"You're killing me."
"You'll live. Gives you time to grade the exams you keep putting off and students keep asking me when you're gonna do it."
"Ugh and I promised the seniors a field trip next week." Scott groaned and I raised an eyebrow. "They convinced me."
"Good luck because Peter failed half of the class yesterday."
"Do I even want to know?"
"Nope." I smirked and tapped his shoulder. "Okay, you're all patched up. Try not to get clawed again anytime soon, okay?"
