Witness me, old man, I am the wild

You know, it had never occurred to Remy to wonder what the Phoenix looked like if made out of mushrooms. And yet, here they were.

He couldn’t help but wonder if Pam had much control in this form. He’d heard enough stories of Dark Phoenix to know Jean — or Madelyne or whoever — didn’t necessarily have much.

“What’s the plan here, Doc?” he asked, a trio of cards dropping from his sleeve into his hand.

He still wasn’t super into saving this asshole, but, well. He was theoretically an X-Man. There was a whole “once an X-Man, always an X-Man” deal and everything.