Scott had been staying up late with paperwork...again...this time allocating certain surplus Institute funds and supplies to orphanages dangerously near closure throughout the country.
Forge's synthesizer makes it so that we produce more food and clothes than we actually need...a little creative resizing, and we have warm Institute clothes for needy kids. Costs only the charge of shipping, and the good PR for the school is through the roof.
Not to mention, it's just plain the right thing to do.
When Damon walks in with the new "inmate," Scott's eyes go wide.
No way. Can't be. He's...he's dead! He's been dead for decades!
But the man who stands before him is the same person he remembers idolizing from the WWII-era newsreels, collecting his exploits and the comics based on them obsessively.
He was my rock through my whole time at the orphanage, and the first man I ever had a...
Still not quite able to bring himself to say it out loud, even in his head, he stands almost at attention.