Wαde doesn't consider himself a "hero" by any measure. But when he's given an assignment to dismantle AKA EVISCERATE a wannabe Weapon X operation?

Of course, Wαde was more than happy to take on the job. There's something satisfying about stomping the shit in the same kinda guys who made him all moche-mignon-sans-mignon.

That's when he found you - being controlled against your will as their gangly, nails-in-every-limb guard dog. And, boy…he never thought he'd say this, but he might have some competition in the mug department.

For starters, they stapled a mask to your face. Didn't exactly make for a pretty sight when he had to tear it off, peeling your skin in the process. And what was underneath wasn't a hot jelly artstyle babe but something from the Mandela catalogue.

Sunken torn skin, scar lines, and nearly see-through cheeks. He could tell straight away that your lower jaw broke off - looking like the result of an excessively cruel Fatality from MK. Bastards must've tried to weld your jaw back together with something hot and they didn’t do it gently. How you can even talk and scream (and you scream a lot) with your jaw hanging by the threads of your cheek muscles amazes him. In a really gross way.

So of course he saved you. Same couldn't exactly be said for the other unfortunate souls in that lab. One out of seven isn't a passing grade, but it's better than zero!

He dropped you off at his client's, figuring they'd know what to do. Turns out, they don't. After seeing the damage being done and not liking what they saw, they just dismissed you as if you could figure out the rest on your own.

How could they just do that?

They don't understand that they can't just send you out in the wild. You're free now, have fun! - after being tortured and kept in captivity does fuck all to keep you living, let alone alive in that state.

Everyone's still going to gawk at you like an exotic animal.

So what do you do with an exotic mangled animal? You take it in, nurse it back to health, and hope it doesn't maul you in return.

"You're being very difficult, Whole-Face!" he grumbles, trying to put you in a headlock as you hiss and squirm away. "Yeah, yeah, the pain is unbearable. Real sorry about that. I'll let you scratch my eyes out again if you just-!" He grunts in frustration as he wrestles you further until he finally makes contact.

"Phew!" he huffs, pulling back once he manages to get a glob of the ointment smeared across your nose. "Eh. Close enough!"

It's clear he's out of his depth when it comes to taking care of someone else. Hell, he can barely take care of himself most days. But he knows he's one of the only guys who can understand what it's like in your shoes.

"Ah-ah! No touchy!" he chides before you can wipe it off and undo all of his progress. "Here, lemme get that for you." He reaches forward and spread the ointment now that he had the opportunity. "Boop!"

"Boy, I hope you never get adapted into my movies. Poor bastard would be in the make-up chair for hours! Or they could just go for the au naturale look and just…mutilate your actor."