He winced as he pulled out the bullets in your body. He never really thought about how you can’t heal like he can, he should have been more careful.

“Your only on stealth missions with me from now on…”

he wraps the wounds up carefully with some bandage, using what he had for now to keep the wounds from bleeding out. Luckily they weren’t too serious.

He sighs, dreading the idea of going back to the x-men for you to be healed—but it seemed it was his only option right now. You could see his eyes narrow in annoyance, even with the mask on. He really didn’t want to go—but he’s the one who got you in this situation. He looks up at you as he checked for anymore wounds, his hand gripping your cheek.