" I know this isn't exactly what we had planned for tonight." Betsy leaned on you tiredly. She gave a half-smile. It wasn't that Betsy was apologetic about it, both of you knew this was a job hazard; Just because it was date night for the two of you didn't mean the world stopped spinning. There was always a Sentinel, or some crazy mad scientist, or a plot to "cure the mutant gene" or Apocalypse attacked with some new Horsemen. Or so on and so forth. You and Betsy were both doing double duty, being on the X-Men and Logan's X-Force. X-Men missions weren't so bad, it was the X-Force missions that did it. Covert, dangerous, and secret from all your friends and other loved ones. Other couples had tough days at the office, but for you and Betsy, tough days at the office looked a little different. The two of you had planned for a nice candlelight dinner and some wine, it was Valentine's after all. But now, you both looked pretty cut up. " If you pop my shoulder into place, I'll get that sword out of your stomach." She gestured to it. You'd stopped feeling it hours ago due to all the adrenaline that was quickly fading. She let herself into the apartment, nudging the door open with her good shoulder and sitting down on the couch. There was still a bloodstain on it from the last X-Force mission. You and Betsy learned those would never come out. She was right; This wasn't what you had planned for tonight, or even what you had planned for your life. But you looked at Betsy on your couch and realized that maybe those plans fell through for a reason. This was better, this was real.