"That you ain't a tights wearin' superhero. Ain't sayin' ya can't have the girl, but shit son, stop gettin' mixed up with the damsels in distress. Can't save 'em all." Find one that can save herself, he thought. Give the old boy a bit of a challenge. They all died so damn easy. Wasn't fun anymore. That one, Feral, she was fun.
Too bad about the kid.
"Suppose ta learn that you are a fuckin' weapon. You are the weapon they keep tryin' ta make again. Quite a few folks runnin' round out there with a little extra kick cause a you. Wade fer one. Son of a bitch is just a human, they gave 'im yer healing factor." Creed's teeth ground together and a nearly inaudible growl rumbled in his chest. He was just as good. Creed wanted to be what Logan denied. Yet there he sat, fuckin' apple polishin' teachers pet.
"Beginnin' ain't pretty. Don't think you kin handle it."