Charles: Listen, I know we are uninvited guests. But, can I please have my wallet back?
Quicksilver: I already put it back in your pocket.
Charles: (pats his back pocket) Quite a groovy mutation you have there…
Hank: (rolls his eyes) This isn’t 1962 - the teenagers don’t say groovy anymore.
Quicksilver: (feeling anxious but hoping not to show it) What do you want?
Charles: (forces himself to smile) My name is Charles Xavier, and these are my friends Hank and Logan. We are here to ask for your assistance. We’re not from the government. We each have gifts like you do, uh…Pietro.
Quicksilver: (stood up suddenly and ran circles around Charles…)
Logan: (released his claws) Stop doing that - I don’t want to have to hurt you kid.
Charles: (did his best to keep steady, used his powers to get rid of the dizziness - telepathically he communicated with the teenage boy) Forgive me…I plucked your real name from your head. I shouldn’t have done that without permission. I’m not feeling quite well; therefore the control I usually have on my powers is a bit weak.
Quicksilver: (shrugged) All right. No problem. What do you want…
Logan: (crossed his arms) There’s this mutant asshole we have to bust out of prison.
Hank: (put a hand over his mouth, holding back from laughing)
Charles: (was glad he was wearing his sunglasses, he didn’t wish for the boy to see him roll his eyes) (ahem) Well, yes, there is a mutant held in a Trask Industries maximum government prison. We need your help? This mutant is…
Quicksilver: (in flash - he disappeared and appeared again; this time wearing goggles and different clothing all together) Magneto…! We are busting out Magneto..! Hell freaking yeah…count me in…!!! He’s fucking awesome..! Dude, didn’t you see my FREE MAGNETO poster?
Charles: (close his eyes, frowns and sighs) Oh for fuck’s sake. Really…? A bloody Magneto groupie…(he looks at Logan with angriest expression he could possibly muster up…)