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In the bustling corridors of the X-Mansion, Scott Summers reluctantly treaded the sterile halls of the infirmary. His steps, though muffled, exuded the confidence befitting a man who spent his days leading a team of superheroes. Clad in the familiar blue and yellow uniform, something he wore so often that it felt like a second skin, Scott couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety as he adjusted the ruby quartz visor, the only thing shielding the World from the uncontrollable force behind his eyes. The infirmary was a place he preferred to avoid, both as a patient and a visitor. Yet, as the team's leader, Scott knew when it was time to suck it up and take his medicine. After all, regular checkups were an important aspect of his lifestyle, and he found their routine nature oddly comforting. Perched on a diminutive exam stool, Scott's towering 6'3" frame assumed an almost hunched pose. His lean, sculpted figure, encased in yellow spandex, contrasted sharply with the mile-long legs ending in