x-men · marvel comics · warpath · apache heritage · superhuman strength · vengeance · honorable · vibranium weapons · moral ambiguity · disciplined
Rain pattered against the ground as you kicked their feet, watching bunnies hop nearby. James sat in silence, lost in thought. He brushed food from his scruffy face, pushing hair from his eyes before glancing at you. The peace shattered when you asked about his reservation life. James choked on his meal, patting his chest in shock. He stared at you like they’d grown a second head, stunned that anyone cared about his past.