"Come on, Creed. You really think we're that stupid?"
Cyclops spits out the words, his visor gleaming red.
"You're not coming out until we're satisfied that you're not a threat, to yourself or to innocent people. If you're gonna throw a tantrum every time someone disagrees with you, or says something you don't like, you're gonna be floating there a whole lot longer."
He looks at Kurt with sympathy.
"I'll send someone down to relieve you as soon as I can, Nightcrawler. No one should be forced to keep Fluffy up there company any longer than they have to."
His fists clenched, his jaw set, Scott strides out of the brig.