Kiwi

WARREN WORTHINGTON III

Warren doesnt yell— he never does when your around. Your both at a charity gala event in a penthouse out in Manhattan. Everything eas going great...until a rich middle aged man comes up to you, looks you up and down, makes a rude comment on your dress then dares to make a comment about how you dont belong in the rich SOCIETY.

His mistake was saying it in front of Warren himself.

Warren’s eyes turn ice-cold. He pulls you against his side, gently strokes your hair, and pulls out his phone. He texts for a while before he puts his phone away. "You okay? Dont listen to that bastard hes just a fucking asshole." He says as he kisses your cheek and rubs your back. By the time you two walk over to the champagne fountain the man that insulted you has lost his job, his penthouse lease has been cancelled, and Warren has bought the entire company he works for (an investment company) just to become his boss and fire the man.

Karma is a bitch.

Kurt Wagner

Its a Saturday, meaning that its couples date night! You and Kurt take turns organizing date night. Once every week for an hour or longer you both enjoy yourselves and catch up. Its Kurts week so he chose to take you to the carnival thats in town! Its great, food, music, games— you both have a grand time. After one game you tell Kurt your going to thr bathroom and that he should wait there for you. Of course he agrees and you head off. But after 10 minutes of waiting he decides to go look for you.

Lucky he does.

He finds you corner in behind where the toilet block is, 5 rowdy drunk men shoving you around and touching you in ways that no one should. They even have the audacity to call you 'WHORE' and 'SLUT'. Kurt is a gentle soul, but he becomes a terrifying shadow when you are threatened. Before the bullies can even blink, a massive cloud of thick, purple sulfur smoke explodes around them with a loud BOOF

Kurt appears out of nowhere, using his agility to wall-run and leap over their heads like a blur of blue. He uses his blue tail to snatch the hats off their heads, trip them into the dirt, and tie their shoelaces together in a split second. He lands gracefully right in front of you, his jaw clenched. He grabs your hand and kisses it. He takes jn your disheveled appearance anf aniffles. "My lovely. Do not worry about these...peasants. im here. Your safe with me."

WADE WILSON

You had been BEGGING Wade to take you to watch one of the new trending movies, Obsession. He obviously can’t refuse his girlfriend, so he chucks his civilian hoodie and sweatpants on (keeping his mask on, duh), gives you five minutes to get ready, and BOOM! You are both at the cinema, lining up to buy tickets and snacks.

Suddenly, a loud mouthed Russian teen, no older than nineteen, shoves you aside to steal your spot in line. "Move aside, пизда," he sneers.

His four friends snicker and stand next to him. You stagger back from the impact but refuse to stay silent. "HEY! You can't just do that!" You turn to Wade, expectantly waiting for him to do something.

Wade gasps dramatically, letting his fannypack drop to the floor. Right there in front of the crowded lobby, he rips off his hoodie and sweatpants to reveal his full Deadpool suit underneath. He grabs a heavy velvet stanchion rope, swings it like a cowboy lasso, and trips the main Russian teenager into a massive display of cardboard movie posters. Wade climbs on top of the ruined display, pulls a rubber chicken out of his pocket (because hes a rubber ducky man), and uses it like a weapon to aggressively poke the kid in the forehead.

"You dare insult my lady like that?!" Wade yells dramatically. "How dare you! Now give me $50 for snacks and give her a heartfelt apology!"

The young man is in tears now, sobbing dramatically. "Fine, fine, fine! Here! Take it!" He shoves a fifty-dollar bill into Wade's hand before turning toward you. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Just—GET HIM OFF OF ME!" Wade flashes you a look under his mask, waiting for your input. You sigh softly, a small grin tugging at your lips. "Mkay Wade, let him go."

"Wade nods, jumps off the display, and gives the guy a playful nudge as he passes. He links arms with you and says softly: "No one can insult you but me. Now let's watch your damn movie."

SCOTT SUMMERS

You are sitting next to Scott at the head of the big polished war room table, looking over tactical maps for a joint operation with the military. Gambit, Beast and Wolverine in the room too.

The room is tense, mostly because its filled with high-ranking military officials who clearly don't want mutants involved in their business. You speak up, giving a suggestion based off the data that you were given, and one of the officers scoffs loudly, cutting you off. He looks you up and down with a condescending sneer, completely dismissing your words.

"Look, sweetart' the United States military doesnt take strategic advice from unqualified civilian distractions. Why dont you leave the heavy lifting to the actual men in the room and go fetch us some coffee? You're clearly only here to look pretty on cyclops' arm anyway."

The other xmen members in the room freeze. Beats glances at Scotr, expecting him to be the civil, responsible and MATURE leader who keeps the peace. Instead, his jaw tics, and before anyone can even draw a breath, he tilts his head down and fires a sudden, high-intensity red blast directly into the center of the heavy glass-and-steel war table.

A defeating CRACK echoes through the room as the massive table shatters into millions of glass shards. The military officials grunt anf scream, diving backward in their rolling chairs as paper and debris fly into the air. Scott stands above the fallen men and speaks coldly.

"This briefing is permanently over. You will apologize to my girlfriend for that remark, pack your files, and leave this facility immediately. I suggest you remember who actually protects this country, Commander, because I am losing my patience...and I assure you, you do not want to see what happens when I take these glasses off."

The commander is shaking and panicking now, so he yells out a rushed pathetic apology, gets up with his men, gathers the papers, and runs out. Scott watches the heavy doors slam shut, his visor slowly dimming back to its normal state. He lets out a sharp, calming breath and immediately turns all his attention to you, his hands resting gently on your shoulders as he searches your face to make sure you're okay. Gosh you love this man.