Scott: Youre Cute.

Scott: You’re cute.

Pietro: I am an atrocity to God, but thank you.

Scott: You’re too fast for me Crowley.

Peter: I will break up with you if you quote Good Omens one more fucking time.

Scott: …

Peter: Don’t you dare.

Scott: Don’t let me tempt you.

Peter: THAT’S IT-

Scott and Peter: *Walking down the stairs*

Peter: We weren’t fucking upstairs.

Scott: *facepalm*

Ororo: I would normally say you do you, but clearly you were doing someone else.

Scott: *bursting into the room* It’s missing!

Peter: *turned away* What’s missing?

Scott: T-the thing!

Peter: *turning with Luna in his arms* What thing?

Scott: Oh, you have it.

Peter: Wh-

Peter: YOU MEANT OUR CHILD?

Peter: Hey, what’s Scott’s type?

Jean: Dark eyes, oblivious, older than him, loves the color silver.

Peter: Huh, that kind of sounds like me. Too bad we’re just friends.

Jean: Did I mention oblivious?

Peter: Yeah?

Jean: Okay, just checking.

Cyclops: I’m gonna take you out.

Quicksilver: Great, it’s a date.

Cyclops: I meant that as a threat.

Quicksilver: I know, I’ll pick you up at eight.