John lifted an eyebrow at the conversation being exchanged between Pietro and Amara. He cleared his throat and struggled to stand as straight as he could. "Look," he began. "I know Rogue's acting like she's got a stick shoved up her ass, but that doesn't mean we can't trust her." He looked over at the other mutant, stood a fair distance away from them. "Pietro's right though, gotta keep an eye on her. Can't imagine absorbing that bitch Miss Marvel did her any good."
"Give me a couple days and I'll be alright," he assured Pietro. The blood was beginning to dry and was making the cotton stick to his skin, and he was not looking forward to peeling it free again. "But like Magneto said, we gotta get back and fortify the HQ." His lips twitched into a teasing smirk as he looked at Pietro. "Looks like you get to play nice with the other kids."