The X-men and the Avengers had gone head to head more than once. They had very different priorities and sometimes those priorities clashed, badly.

"You assume I have good friends?" Just clarifying. "I have good people. Some of those people are my friends. Some of them drive me crazy. Some of them despise me. It changes around, but I'm not here to make friends or be popular. My job's to get shit done so as many of them as possible can have a decent life - or at least be safe."

He'd been a soldier for a long, long, time. He made decisions no one else wanted to, he pissed people off, he pushed and demanded and remained by and large remote. With Jean gone, that was... more acute and more obvious. On the other hand, his grief had been so raw and close to the surface for so long, there wasn't much doubt that he felt, to anyone.

"You're right on the other point, though. We are nothing like the Avengers."