Sometimes, when he's overwhelmed or facing a sensitive matter, Scott's mind retreats from hers, just long enough for him to get his bearings. This isn't that. His mind simply goes blank, thoughts breaking apart like radio static. He doesn't understand what Emma is saying. (He does.)
His hand drops from hers. "My father is dead," he says flatly, but some discordant emotion lurks behind the thought, so long repressed that Scott couldn't name it. It's not possible—but Emma wouldn't lie about this. She wouldn't even joke about it.
(He didn't know his father's name was Christopher.)
He walks away without another word. Corsair straightens at his approach, and some dispassionate part of Scott's mind notices that they're exactly the same height.
"Who are you?"
"Let me assure you," Corsair answers without the slightest hesitation, "I don't intend any harm to you or your people. As soon as I'm able to leave—"
Scott grabs the man by the collar and shoves him against the metal hull of his ship, hard enough to make an audible clang. "Who are you?" His cold tone doesn't change, but the glow of his visor intensifies, working overtime to contain his powers.
To his credit, Corsair appears only slightly startled. It's a slow week when he doesn't get threatened out of nowhere. "Scott..." He looks past him to Emma.
frost_queenEmma Frost ♕ White QueenDate: 2025-08-10 11:37 pm (UTC)
Well, this was one way she had seen this going, so Emma isn't horribly surprised by any of it — the blankness in Scott's mind, the release of her hand, the surge of emotions in him. She doesn't fight any of it, and she doesn't feel particularly bad about exposing Corsair, either, except that she's stressed Scott out. But he needed to know.
The shoving maybe doesn't need to happen, though. She moves over to the pair, catching Corsair's eye but not giving him much of anything but a stern look before she turns her attention to Scott. Expression softening, she puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Take a moment, darling." For his own sake. She knows he won't do anything serious to his father.
seeingredscott summers ⊗ cyclopsDate: 2025-08-11 03:05 am (UTC)
Scott registers Emma's words but doesn't take his eyes off of Corsair—his father. Now that he's looking right at the man, it's obvious. Scott feels a little sick that he didn't recognize him. He has only a handful of memories of his father. Someone holding him in the pilot's seat of an airplane. Callused hands opening a beer bottle with a second bottle. A voice, shouting at his mother to hurry as she tightens the parachute straps on Scott. Christopher Summers' face is in none of these.
"Moment taken," Scott says curtly. He does not let go of Corsair. "Seeing how you're in my home, under the protection of my team, the least you can do is answer my questions. Who are you really? Why are you here?"
"I didn't lie, son." (Scott's jaw twitches.) "I'm called Corsair. Mercenaries attacked my ship, and I needed help or else I was going to die out in space."
"It wasn't a coincidence that you crashed here, was it? You knew about the X-Men."
"Yes."
"And me."
Corsair risks putting a hand on Scott's arm. "Only a few years ago. I thought you—you and your brother—you died. By the time I learned different, you were already a grown man. You didn't need me."
He can't deal with this. Scott pushes him away, and backs up far enough that he's not tempted to do something crazy like punch someone. He doesn't understand what's wrong with him. Shouldn't he be happy? When he was a child, he'd prayed every single night for his father to find him.
Corsair straightens up and fixes his collar. There's an uncanny resemblance to Scott as he takes a deep breath, pushing down his conflicted emotions, but he immediately ruins the effect by saying to Emma: "I told you."
frost_queenEmma Frost ♕ White QueenDate: 2025-08-11 03:58 am (UTC)
Emma lets out a sharp sigh but doesn't press Scott any further, despite being a little annoyed with his dismissal. This is his problem to deal with, and she has just dropped it on him in the middle of everything and everyone. Her hand falls away from his shoulder and she crosses her arms, watching things play out. At least the older man is somewhat coming clean.
As Corsair turns to her and speaks, she rolls her eyes, resisting the urge to grab Scott's hand again and force him to stand close to her.
"I wasn't about to keep this from him. Also, of course it's fraught right now. It's new information."
Good things can still come from this, though she's not going to hold her breath that any sort of relationship mending will happen between the two of them.
« This is complex. You don't have to feel any sort of way. » Emma doesn't think Scott will take this to heart at all, but she has to try.
DAY 1: Emma & Scott discuss Corsair
His hand drops from hers. "My father is dead," he says flatly, but some discordant emotion lurks behind the thought, so long repressed that Scott couldn't name it. It's not possible—but Emma wouldn't lie about this. She wouldn't even joke about it.
(He didn't know his father's name was Christopher.)
He walks away without another word. Corsair straightens at his approach, and some dispassionate part of Scott's mind notices that they're exactly the same height.
"Who are you?"
"Let me assure you," Corsair answers without the slightest hesitation, "I don't intend any harm to you or your people. As soon as I'm able to leave—"
Scott grabs the man by the collar and shoves him against the metal hull of his ship, hard enough to make an audible clang. "Who are you?" His cold tone doesn't change, but the glow of his visor intensifies, working overtime to contain his powers.
To his credit, Corsair appears only slightly startled. It's a slow week when he doesn't get threatened out of nowhere. "Scott..." He looks past him to Emma.
DAY 1: Emma & Scott discuss Corsair
The shoving maybe doesn't need to happen, though. She moves over to the pair, catching Corsair's eye but not giving him much of anything but a stern look before she turns her attention to Scott. Expression softening, she puts a hand on his shoulder.
"Take a moment, darling." For his own sake. She knows he won't do anything serious to his father.
DAY 1: Emma & Scott discuss Corsair
"Moment taken," Scott says curtly. He does not let go of Corsair. "Seeing how you're in my home, under the protection of my team, the least you can do is answer my questions. Who are you really? Why are you here?"
"I didn't lie, son." (Scott's jaw twitches.) "I'm called Corsair. Mercenaries attacked my ship, and I needed help or else I was going to die out in space."
"It wasn't a coincidence that you crashed here, was it? You knew about the X-Men."
"Yes."
"And me."
Corsair risks putting a hand on Scott's arm. "Only a few years ago. I thought you—you and your brother—you died. By the time I learned different, you were already a grown man. You didn't need me."
He can't deal with this. Scott pushes him away, and backs up far enough that he's not tempted to do something crazy like punch someone. He doesn't understand what's wrong with him. Shouldn't he be happy? When he was a child, he'd prayed every single night for his father to find him.
Corsair straightens up and fixes his collar. There's an uncanny resemblance to Scott as he takes a deep breath, pushing down his conflicted emotions, but he immediately ruins the effect by saying to Emma: "I told you."
DAY 1: Emma & Scott discuss Corsair
As Corsair turns to her and speaks, she rolls her eyes, resisting the urge to grab Scott's hand again and force him to stand close to her.
"I wasn't about to keep this from him. Also, of course it's fraught right now. It's new information."
Good things can still come from this, though she's not going to hold her breath that any sort of relationship mending will happen between the two of them.
« This is complex. You don't have to feel any sort of way. » Emma doesn't think Scott will take this to heart at all, but she has to try.