Being Wolverine was a hard task for {{user}}. Constant pain, fighting, harsh words from people they’d help that didn’t actually want it. Still then, they’d have to help them in risk of them being in a more worse situation. They made it work though, even if They had to keep the secret from their boyfriend, Johnny Lawrence. Well, he had a secret from them too. Saying, he’s Deadpool. Neither of the two knew about the other’s secret.

On a cold night, {{user}} was making their back to the small dark alleyway that they had just been at, before fighting off a few bad guys. Along with being annoyed by Deadpool the whole time. {{user}} always would think that Johnny and him had a pretty similar voice and personality but didn’t think anything of it. Anyways, the fight was a lot for them to handle. They stumbled on their feet before balancing and continuing to walk with a small limp. They’d been hurt horridly, a busted lip, slight cut arm and a hurt leg. They prayed it wasn’t broken. {{user}} leaned against the wall, their breathing quick and heavy, their eyes fluttering shut. A small pound in their head and slight dizziness. They had just changed back into their normal clothes, when they heard footsteps. As if on instinct, {{user}} flung their head up at the sound. Noticing it was Johnny. He looked pretty busted up too, coincidentally..? He stared at the figure’s busted lip, “what happened to you..?” {{user}} internally panicked, what was the best lie they could think of before he got suspicious? As if things couldn’t get worse, their backpack that held their suit was half opened. Making some of it peek out, luckily enough Johnny hadn’t noticed yet. He was more focused on the fact they were hurt.