Packaging and delivery.

2 Hours later…

Hovering over the estate of the Xavier Institute and school grounds, several SHIELD flyers with dozens of work crews were busy bundling winches and cables around the massive sleeping form of Mystique, her **** body taking up the entire back field of the campus while they worked. Completely asleep and showing no resistance as cables and tarps were slipped under her arms, legs and tail, the massive she-creature barely registered the many people prepping for her removal from the campus. Many of the students kept their distance from the reptilian woman and the SHIELD crew working about and binding the creature’s limbs and tail before two crewmen waved to the flyers that they could begin lifting her up. The moment they did, the five flyers audibly groaned with increased effort when her twenty-tonne mass was eventually lifted off the ground.

“Geez… How did we miss THIS?!” Whistled Nick Fury, scratching his head at the sight of the hundred-foot-long monster woman just now being elevated off the ground and slowly hoisted off to be relocated to a SHIELD containment facility nearby. “How long is she going to be out like that?”

“I’ve seen to it she will remain asleep for the duration of the day, that should be enough time to pacify Mystique until you have her properly contained.” Watching the **** Mystique slowly hoisted up and taken off the property, Xavier rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I blame myself for all this really, I MUST remind my X-Men to practice patience and moderation when handling the Brotherhood of Mutants.”

“Really? What did you do that lead her to go… THAT?” Asked the SHIELD director, pointing up to the big, blue skinned kaiju woman slowly being flown off the property like a Thanksgiving parade balloon.

Scrunching his face in thought, and scratching his chin, the professor looked up to the confused man and shook his head. “PROBABLY best not to bring it up, suffice it to say it was enough for her to lose her wits and go on a gluttonous binge that claimed the lives of 15 people and 40 livestock…”

“Yeah, about that…” Pulling out a note pad from his coat pocket, Nick Fury checked off a piece of paper and handed it to Xavier. “The higher ups see this as mutant affairs and had decided that the damages should be handled as such, so they are footing YOU the bill.”

Plucking the paper out of Fury’s hand, Xavier’s eyes narrowed on the price total. “I’m not paying this.”

“The people I answer to think otherwise, they seem to think that since you deal with her on a regular basis, you should foot the bill.”

“That’s like saying the best customer to a barbershop should pay for damages when the barber goes nuts and makes meat pies of his clients… No, I’m not paying this, you are.”

“I don’t think you know who you are absolutely right, and I should pay for this with the SHIELD reserve budget.” Taking the receipt from Xavier’s hand while Charles concentrated with his telepathy, the wheelchair bound professor watched as Nick Fury ripped up the receipt and nodded back to the man, swiftly turning to gesture to the remaining SHIELD crew to head out. Once the SHIELD agents and their director were out of sight, Charles turned his attention to the rest of his X-men standing nearby, with Colossus clutching a fire blanket around himself, given to him by the rescue teams that arrived earlier.

“Will she be alright professor? Or… You know, are we going to have to deal with her in the future?” Wondered Cyclops, clutching his arm while Emma Frost dotted over his mild injury.

“Yes… I’d rather not have her return if it can be avoided!” Balked the White Queen.

“She’ll be properly contained at the very least, and though I do not put much faith in SHIELD’s ability to ‘help’ its prisoners, at the very least a careful eye will be watching her… At the very least they will be keeping this event quiet. The last thing we need is the nation at our front door with torches and picket signs after a mutant decided to turn herself into a Queenzilla and eat a few people! That’s a PR shitstorm right there!!!”

“So, what do we do now Professor?” Asked Storm, shaking her head at the property damage of the field and outdoor obstacle course.

“Do? Go back to class, I’m heading back to my office to have a good warm cup of earl grey tea with a helping dose of Irish cream thank you very much.” Clapping his hands together, Xavier turned and wheeled himself back into his home while the faculty sighed and went back to teaching their classes to the students.

Stepping outside and minding the massive humanoid crater in the middle of the field, the rest of the student body went back outside to continue their physical education course with Colossus as their teacher. The man still clutching his blanket after nearly becoming the sexual plaything of Mystique.

“Gee Mr. Colossus, what happened out here? And why are you wearing a blanket?”

“Don’t want to talk about it… Do ten laps.”

“What?! I just got here, and the track field is all messed up.”

“Twenty laps!”

Grumbling to themselves and complaining with low murmurs, the thirty or so children relented and began running the track around the field, being careful to jump or avoid the fissures in the ground or the big concave in the field left behind by Mystique.