"How do you handle it?" Autumn asked. "I mean, Stark alone would be enough to send anyone running."

"Mostly with threats and Stark provides me with good Scotch." Alexis grinned wryly. "Natasha occasionally helps."

"Ah," Autumn said, grinning, "you cheat. That explains it."

"You have to cheat to keep from going crazy with this lot," Alexis said with a brief grin.

"I can imagine," Autumn said. She gathered up her things. "I should get back if I'm going to be ready to visit the mansion in the morning."

"Right. I'll send copies of these forms to you for your records. Good luck tomorrow." Alexis grinned at her, hoping to get her own paperwork done so she could go home.

"Thanks," Autumn said as she settled her bag on her shoulder. "Good luck running herd on yours."

"Thanks. I'll need it." Sighing, Alexis bent over her paperwork again.

"Call if you need anything," Autumn said. With that, she left the tower, heading to her SHIELD-issued one-bedroom apartment.

The next morning found her out in Westchester, at the gates of the Xavier mansion. It was just a routine visit, one she made every two weeks, but she always enjoyed dropping by. Going to the door, she opened it and went in.

I'm here, she called mentally to Xavier.

Charles was quick to join her, Ororo next to him.

"Good morning," he greeted her with a little smile. "I heard there was a spot of trouble last night over a Stark Industries?"

"Nothing Kitty couldn't fix," Autumn replied. She smiled. "Good to see you again, Professor, Ororo."

"Welcome back, Agent," Ororo replied warmly.

Xavier smiled. "Most of the children are in class at the moment," he said. "And we have a few new additions, one of whom you met last night."

Autumn nodded.

"I heard about that," she said. "May I ask what happened?" She always gave Charles the option of not answering; she knew he would give her the important and relevant details if she needed them.

"They... recently discovered they didn't agree with a faction of thought and came here instead," Xavier said. "They should be fine, they will just need a bit of time to settle in. However, proper introductions would not at all be remiss."

"I see," Autumn said, making a mental note. "We'll, I made sure that I would have all day, barring unforeseen circumstances, so we have time."

Xavier nodded. "Well, then, whatever order you would like to do things in, as usual." He smiled a bit at her, though he made no move to rush her. "And I believe Kitty has corralled the last present Tony sent us into actually making coffee."

Autumn made a face and resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose.

"What did he do to it this time?" she asked. "It's not like the toaster, is it?"

"This one speaks," Xavier said. "A few words, at any rate." He sighed and wheeled towards the kitchen. "Agent Sabatello already had the paperwork done and filed when Tony sent it."

"A talking coffee machine," Autumn said. "Wonderful. Fantastic. Stark must have been hallucinating at that point, if he thought that was a good idea." She and Ororo kept pace with the wheelchair all the way to the kitchen.

"That seems to be a common state of mind for him," Xavier said mildly, looking at the coffee machine as they entered the kitchen.

"Hi!" the machine chirped before it burbled and started to make coffee.

"Hi," Autumn replied back to the machine reflexively. Sighing, she took out her phone.

Lex, did Tony tell you about the talking, AI installed coffee machine that he left here?

Yes he did, I filled out the paperwork for it. It's been there about two weeks now. Don't worry, all covered. It's even safe. ...As safe as Stark tech gets.

I'd like a copy of that paperwork, if you get a chance. Autumn sighed.

"Well, at least it's all registered," she said. She paused for a moment. "Speaking of that word, it's a good thing we've got coffee. I got some information from on high yesterday that you're not going to like, Charles."

Xavier sighed. "About the Registration Act? Yes, I know." He even looked displeased.

"Yeah, I got an update on the situation," Autumn said, as Ororo got down mugs for the coffee. "It's not looking good."