"Everyone else? Like who? Charles?" His expression hardens slightly, because nobody pisses him off on principle as much as the furry mutant that insisted on being a skinny kid with more brains than brains. "Hank?"

There hadn't been 'anyone else' around him in a long time. Considering where 'everyone else' was was a hobby he'd given up years earlier. Because wherever they were, they sure as fuck weren't coming for him.

Until one day they did.

Because they needed his help.

To stop her.

In hindsight, talking to her might have been a better idea. But hindsight was always 20/20, wasn't it?

"Their resilient friend?" Erik was pretty sure that guy was still at the bottom of the Potomac.