C-A/N: Ok this isn't exactly an Author's note. It's a co-authors note coz I am, believe it or not, the co-author. I'm SherlockMoriartyBlahblahblah's twin and coz she's too busy being boring and doing exam revision, I wrote a bit of chapter 2 & 3. So sorry if this is terrible. My account is JajaDemon666 but I haven't put any stories up yet. Whatever. Enjoy (or don't or whatever).

Chapter 3:

Tony sighed as he took in the contents of the rather over-populated infirmary. Both Scott and Logan had been hospitalized with severe injuries. It appeared that Scott's optic blasts caused permanent damage that even Logan's healing powers had trouble with. Wolverine lay under the white sheets, bored to near death and probably would've run away days ago if it wasn't for the fact that Jean was treating him.

Scott's injuries were a lot harder to deal with, as he didn't have Logan's healing powers. There were six large holes in his torso that altogether needed eighty-six stitches. Luckily, the adamantium claws had miraculously avoided all of his organs. He had already tried to escape six times and probably would have succeeded in getting to the end of the corridor if he had been able to walk more than five steps. Eventually, Ororo had confiscated his motorbike and threatened to strike it repeated with lightening.

He now lay wrapped in so many bandages that he looked like a fly wrapped in a spider web. His expression would have made Tony laugh if the situation wasn't so grave. He looked like a six-year-old that had just been told that Santa wasn't real. He was actually pouting.

"I bet you... three bucks," Logan groaned. They had actually gotten so bored that they were betting money on the colours of the birds that flew past the infirmary window.

"Three bucks? Coward. Ten bucks that it's black," Scott replied.

"Bleeding me dry, one-eye. Six bucks it's brown."

"Done." They both waited in bored anticipation. Thirty seconds later, a blackbird flew into a nearby tree.

"Oh yeah. Six bucks, doggy," Scott grinned. Wolverine grumbled but reached into the pocket of his jacket that was hanging on a chair next to him.

"Why the hell didn't I say three bucks?" Logan wondered.

Tony grinned wryly and turned away from the two mutants. His thoughts turned to Pepper and he sighed sadly.

"Oi. What about you, Sparky?" Logan asked.

"Sparky?" Tony snorted, "You expect me to bet on colours of birds?"

"Well. Yes. If me and one-eye here do, why can't you?" Logan argued.

"Because I'm not a dysfunctional psychopathic mutated freak."

"Actually you are."

"Fuck."

"How about you bet two million dollars that the next bird is pink?" Scott smirked challengingly.

"Yeah right. Because I'm sure that loads of birds are pink. Ok, I bet you that the next bird isn't pink. Lets say... one hundred bucks?" Scott's smirk didn't waver. "Done deal, zapper."

They didn't have to wait long. Around ten seconds later, a brown bird settled on the branch beside the window. Now it was Tony's turn to smirk. He turned to Scott, who sat up and raised his sunglasses. A shot of pure energy smashed the newly repaired window and hit the bird. The feathers dropped off, smoking and the bird keeled over, it's skin now as raw and pink as a salmon. It gave a strangled squawk and fell through the window. Scott laughed at Tony's dumbfounded expression.

"See, genius? It's pink."

"But... it was brown!" Tony stuttered. Wolverine rolled his eyes.

"No shit, Sherlock." Scott smirked. "Now cough up every last dollar." Tony shook his head.

"You cheated." He growled. Scott clapped in slow-motion, then added, in a patronizing tone as if Tony were a two-year old,

"Sorry, Mr Stark." 'My games, my rules.' Scott chucked to himself. Then Tony launched himself across the room, punching Scott across his jaw.

"Agh! Help! I'm being- mwfdrfd!" Scott shouted, his voice muffled as his face was mashed into his mattress. Storm ran into the room.

"Stark! Stop this nonsense!" Her eyes glowed white and she used whirlwinds to separate the two brawling mutants. She glared at them dangerously.

"Scott started it!" whimpered Tony feebly. Scott fumbled to remove his visor.

"Scott, no!" Everybody except Tony, Wolverine and Scott ran for their lives.

"OH MY GOD!" Tony screamed.

The hospital room, to say the least, was totally wrecked. Wolverine had healed himself, Tony was miraculously fine, if not in shock. He trembled as he saw the carnage around him. Debris lay scattered and equipment was smoking. Storm crossed her arms.

"That is it." Storm growled. "You all go to school again, starting tomorrow." The mutants groaned and glared. Scott glared through his visor; Tony would be fried like the bird if the visor was not there.

"Why can't they just go to school? I've already been!" Scott whined. Storm threw him a glare.

"Too bad."

"But-"

"Shut up and clean up this mess!"

"Yes, Storm." Scott grumbled.