Cyclops is finding himself in the dog house.

Cyclops falls down the pit trap and lands with grace, showing off his years of training. Cyclops, after landing, immediately began to take in his surroundings, making sure to be ready to fire at a moment's notice. That is, until he fully takes in his surroundings and has to revise his plans as he realizes the room he has been dropped into is a trap for him.

The room is filled with grass that has grown up to his chest, which means it can hide whoever was in here with him easily. Cyclops also took in the fact rather quickly that if he fired his beam carelessly in the room with no clear ventilation considering the hole that dropped him in had shut behind him, he would quickly **** to **** from the smoke that his eye beam setting the grass on fire would create.

"Well then I thought I was supposed to be the well-prepared boy scout." Cyclops said out loud, mostly to himself and to whoever was going to attack from the grass. Cyclops kept his head on a swivel, turning back and forth, trying to spot whatever would be in here with him while wondering what it would be.

Since Cyclops knew how sick Mr. Sinister was, he knew he could expect anything from your average muntant to some freakish Frankenstein-like abomination. His questions were answered when a brown blur of fur came leaping out of the grass, causing Cyclops to just barely leap to the side in time, and even then he found himself with a new gash in his side.

"Well, it looks like I'm dealing with Fleabag. The Nasty boys untrained mutt." Cyclops said out loud, hoping to get a flea bag to strike prematurely so he would be easier to dodge rather than a more planned strike. Sadily, Fleabag didn't take the bait. So Cyclops found himself once again scanning around, though this time trying to find a brown bundle of fur before it took another chunk out of him.

Cyclops strained his ear's hoping to hear him before he saw him sadily. It seemed Flea Bag was smart enough to speed up only when he was close to Cyclops, so he couldn't be heard moving among the grass. Fleabag proved this when he darted out of the grass once again, taking a chunk out of Cyclops otherside with his claws.

Sadily for Cyclops, this wound was a lot deeper than the other. Acting quickly, he began applying pressure to the wound to steam the bleeding. Cyclops began to show his first aid training by tearing off a piece of his costume and turning it into a bandage to steam the bleeding. Once Cyclops was done bandaging himself, he once again began to try and spot Fleabag before he stiked again.

As Cyclops continued to survile his surroundings, he came to a startling realization. "That little bastard is playing with me!" Cyclops whispered to himself with venom as the only reason Cyclops could come up with for fleabag not going for a final blow—well, he was distracted bandaging himself—was that fleabag was dragging that fight out simply to toy with Cyclopss for his own amusement.

Cyclops was enraged that a fight for his life had turned into just a game for his opponents amusement, but with the field set up as it was, he couldn't do anything about it. For a few precious moments, as he kept trying to spot fleabag cyclops, he tried to think of a way to turn the situation around. Then, as he was looking around, he saw the walls at the end of the room, and it came to him.

"Alright, you little bastard, you want to play games. Well, let's play fetch." Cyclops shouted out to Fleabag as he bolted for the nearest wall. Cyclops ran as fast as he could, probably breaking one of his best track records. Eventually the wall started to come up, and just as he had hoped the chase had wilded up Fleabag, who just as Cyclops reached the wall and spun on his heel to see behind him, jumped out of the grass to get him.

"Gave you," Cyclops said with a smirk, causing Fleabag to realize for just a moment he has screwed up before Cyclops fired his beam at Fleabag, who was still in the air, causing him to fly across the room and slam into the opposing wall. "Well, I guess in the end he really did fetch," Cyclops said with a small smile as he let out a chuckle before he began to let out a pained groan.

Cyclop looked to his side and saw his sprint across the room had reopened his bandage wound, and he immediately set about fixing it up. "I wonder if the others are having just as much fun as I am." Cyclops said with a sigh as he thought about the other team members he worked to bandage his wounds.