X-Men Preferences/Scenarios

You Get Hurt

(Young)Charles Xavier

Being a mutant comes with both the good and the bad. You have powers, they are pretty darn handy and pretty powerful but with that comes the bad. You get hurt, quite often. No one is born knowing how to fully control the special powers they are given, you work and you work to hone those skills. The first time you tried to use your powers at the mansion was a complete disaster. Alex had been teasing you and you lost control stomping your foot and collapsing the left end of the building. You and various others had been hurt in the sudden collapse. You remember waking up to the familiar face of Charles staring down at you with worry etched onto his handsome face. "Good morning, Sleepyhead." He whispered pulling up the cushioned chair to your bedside and sitting in it. "I'm so sorry about the-" He quickly interrupted you. "It wasn't your fault and that's why we're all here. To learn, now you rest and feel better."

(Young)Erik Lehnsherr

It was an accident but that didn't make Erik feel less guilty about anything. He was practicing with moving metals around the room you two were in and in a moment's distraction you were now a pin cushion. You had been watching him and turned your head when the door opened to reveal Hank, in that moment you didn't feel the pain in your back. You had various different sized and shaped metal objects stuck into your skin about an inch deep. "Oh no, oh god I am so sorry! I didn't mean it, I swear I didn't mean to." Erik held you steady while Hank helped remove what he could. It took an hour and you had said nothing, you were focused completely on not screaming or crying. Once everything had been cleaned, patched up, and Hank stepped away you started to cry. Erik was left alone with you, alone and unsure of what to say or do to help you. You made the decision for him by collapsing into his arms. You had forgiven him but you will have some permanent scars from the whole ordeal. Erik has also insisted you stay behind him while he practices at all times.

(Young)Hank McCoy

It was bound to happen one day and when it did you weren't ready at all and neither was Hank. The day was already really stressful for the two of you, with work to catch up on and deadlines to meet as well as practice to get a better hold on your mutation. You were both ready to break and once you realized he had you were in a hospital bed. Glancing down at yourself you noticed the large padded bandage on your arms and felt the tension from on wrapped around your head. You could hear the voices outside of the room and recognized who they were immediately despite your drugged state. "I can't, no, no, I can't go in there. What if it happens again?! I swear I didn't mean to do it, I don't even remember what happened to set me off! I-I. . ." Hank's voice was shaky and faded. "Hank, we all know it was simply an accident due to stress. Don't be so hard on yourself, try talking with her I am fairly sure she will understand." Charles tried to reassure him. "She's awake, go talk to her. Go on." He kindly smiled as he pushed Hank into the room. It was clear he had been crying but in the end you had forgiven him knowing that he had been stressed and it's not his fault. You had to make him spend time with you before he was finally comfortable with you around him again. He will always be worried when he's with you though.

Pietro "Peter" Maximoff(AoU)

You had been helping with the battle against Ultron, finding it very hard to keep up with the blue streak darting around you. You had been focusing so hard on keeping an eye on Peter that you had slipped up in the moment to keep an eye on your enemy. That resulted in being punched into a concrete wall but you didn't stop. Even with a few broken ribs and a concussion you did not stop. It didn't take long before you were faced with a decision and you wouldn't hesitate to make the right choice. Clint was holding a child and everything slowed down as Peter darted to protect them, it was your turn to make yourself useful. You threw yourself at Peter pulling him down with you onto Clint and the child using your mutation to protect all three of them. The bullets lodged themselves into the dirt around you all and you gave them a small smile before collapsing into the dirt. A few hours later and an enormous amount of pain you woke up to Wanda's voice, her accent thick and obvious. "She's fine brother, she is fine." You could imagine her placing her hand on his shoulder. "She could have died! She had so many other injuries and still used so much energy to save us." Pietro, he was safe. You smiled. "Don't worry so much Pete, I'm fine now." He gave you a gently glare before grabbing your hand and placing a kiss on your knuckles. "Don't you scare me like that again." His accent made you smile and forget momentarily about the pain you were in. "As long as you promise not to you sacrifice yourself like that again." "Deal."

James "Logan" Howlett

It was your fault, you shouldn't have tried to train with Logan in the first place and you shouldn't have pretended to be his brother to get him all wired up. Your fault completely but that didn't make the pain any less real. "Oh no, don't move." Logan said slowly retracting his claws from your stomach and as soon as they had your knees gave way. "Come on, shh, let's get you some help." He has his teeth clenched tight forcing himself into a fake calmness. "Logan, I want to sleep my eyes are really heavy." You felt his grip on your now transformed body tighten. "No, you can't sleep yet. Tell me what you did with Storm earlier? What about your day out with Kitty yesterday?" He was clearly panicking now. You were whispering your answers to him as he finally made it to his destination. It took about three hours for everything to be cleaned and healed properly, why your mutation did not heal you was unknown but that was not the point now. "Hey Bub, how are you feeling now? I'm really sorry about earlier I should have known better then to react like that." You smiled like you always did when he blamed himself for things. "My fault, don't blame yourself you know I don't like that. Besides your quick thinking saved me." You winked and he chuckled placing a kiss on your chilled forehead. Everything was better now.

Victor Creed

Are you dumb? No. Does that mean you don't do dumb things? No. You had royally pissed off Victor and now you were trying to escape him. He was ready to explode, so red that it was nearly blinding you. That's how you knew when to run and when it was harmless and this was certainly time to run. You had been doing fairly well at keeping away from him until you ran face first into his chest. He grabbed you up by your neck and squeezed, you were in a panic now. Was he really doing this? As soon as he had grabbed you he dropped you and you fell on your butt breaking your tailbone in the process. "You fucking asshole!" You snarled only to receive a glare in response but you could see behind it that he was now feeling rather regretful for what he had just done. "Ow, my butt. . ." You groaned. "I think you broke my tailbone dropping me like that. What'd you do that for!?" You hit his chest after you stood back up to face him only to wince in pain. "You shouldn't have taunted me like that, but, if you need an apology. I'm sorry." He reached out for you and you stood your ground unwilling to let him frighten you. "I can see that but that most certainly does not excuse your actions OR make my butt hurt any less!" You huffed and it took him a month and a half to gain your trust back. Through a great deal of begging, gifts and various other small things.