AN Have fun with this one, boys. Last time I'm asking, FOR CONTEXT READ DAREDEVIL: THE MAN WITHOUT FEAR! please?

Remy woke up sweating, on top of extra fight practice as one of Logan's strict curriculum and well, nightmares. Nightmares of William Stryker's corpse, grey and shrivelled, nightmares of living with Scott and dealing with his crap cooking, wait, that was reality. He got up and pulled open his wardrobe and grabbed a casual t-shirt and joggers. Remy liked Saturdays, when he wasn't sparring with friends or on incredibly dangerous missions that would make Spider-Man cower in fear, he was just chilling out. With friends. That troubled Remy, and all the rubbish he'd been forced into, he had become a sort of loner, until he met Scott and Anna. Then he became more social. The X-Men were his people, minus Logan, that'd be weird. Remy grabbed a stack of cards and blinked away spots in his eyes. He headed into the second-year common room to see the assembled X-Men lounging on a couch, Logan perched on a table. "'Right kids," He grunted, "The President of America wants a meeting, Chuck- Xavier wants us to seize this opportunity to interact with the humans."
Scott nodded, his grudge against Professor Logan carved into every feature visible on his face. Remy wondered what the gruff man in leather had done to Scott. A phone buzzed, Logan grabbed it from his denim pocket and pressed it to his ear. "Matt? You get Jen to dial this number for you?" He paused.
"Yeah, I'll keep 'em safe. We'll be fine. That bad, huh?" He hung up and put the phone in his back pocket again and sighed. "Guards up, Murdock thinks Fisk is no good."
"FISK? Fisk was elected?" Anna cried.
"You didn't know that River Rat?" Remy smiled. Anna shivered at the memory.
"Naw Swampy, I was too busy in England."
"Chill, guys. Knock it off Scott," Logan said as Scot made a heart camera with his hands. Jean pinched the back of his neck and he stopped. Remy snorted. The eight of them left the building in silence. After an awkward drive in a school bus, they arrived at the White House, not dressed appropriately for the situation. Logan cracked his knuckles as a butler led inside and Remy knew what that meant, they were heading for a fight. Remy reached into a pocket and secured a hand over his pack and Scott's hand automatically flew to the nozzle on his visor. The butler thrust the doors open, locking them when the group were inside. Fisk sat in his chair.
"Always wanted to visit the oval office." Scott murmured in awe.
"The X-Men are… children?" The goliath behind the desk muttered.
"Anything wrong with that your freaking highness?" Bobby grinned.
"Watch your tone Drake," Logan muttered, "I can smell him Fisk." The President nodded solemnly. He drummed his fingers on the mahogany table. "I'm sorry, I always hate offing children but mutants, they need to go."
"SO YOU HIRE ONE?" Logan cried. "VICTOR! SHOW YOURSELF!" A back door opened and in stepped a man with a messy mane of blonde hair and beard to match and chocolate brown eyes stepped in. He was a tiny bit taller than Logan himself. "No hello's Jimmy?" The mutant (Victor) smiled before his mucky fingernails enlarged and he stabbed them into Logan's neck. Betsy's mouth fell open. "HOLY SH-"