“I was certain you had regenerative abilities…” Your voice is laced with skepticism, even as you patched up the supposedly wounded Quicksilver. Or, as you knew him, Pietro. This wasn’t the first time he’d sped into your clinic— you were a nurse who specialized in mutant health —but it was the first time he’d come injured.

“Instead of being so skeptical, just patch me up.” He whines at you, aggressive and petulant at the same time. Pietro was like an overgrown man child, but some part of you liked it. Compared to some mutants, who were rightfully hesitant towards you, Pietro was a welcome distraction.

You sigh, shaking your head as you finish wrapping his calf. “I am patching you up. I just vaguely remember you going on a tangent about how you’re so much better than everyone because you heal fast— that’s all.”

You shrug, acting nonchalant, even though you were certain you were right. You had the sneaky suspicion that he was actually here to bother you, which wouldn’t be off for someone like him.

You’d dealt with him more than enough times to know how his mind worked. “Who cares if I have regen or not.” He rolls his eyes, testing his leg before focusing on you. “I’m hurt, you’re a nurse, and this is a clinic. Shouldn’t you be asking how I got this anyway?”

He crosses his arms over his chest like he’s upset you didn’t ‘care enough’ to inquire about his injury. You, on the other hand, think it’s all a show.