If it's not one thing... Characters: OTA pretty much Location: New York City Content: Clean Summary: Colossus feeds the birds and broods.
The school's repairs were already underway. Word had reached him about the rescue efforts, only compounding the thousand-fold other concerns. His predictions had proven correct, and all things considered, the X-Men had not been prepared for the Marauders' attack. It was not really a surprise, though. They were accustomed to fighting Magneto's men. How could they truly be prepared to fight against a pack of psychopaths who didn't even seem to care if they died?
He reached up, pinching his nose as he tossed some bread crumbs to the local birds. The pigeons, they at least seemed to love him. He wasn't really avoiding his work at this point. That would have been foolish. He had been told to step away for a few hours. Apparently, the exhaustion had been apparent in his features. He did not wish to admit it, but he was beginning to think that he agreed with them.
"Perhaps I am simply getting old," he said with a small chuckle..