Author: Morford
Disclaimer: I don't own the Marvel Universe or anything in it. I make no profit off this work.
This falls into the category of TCP: The Common People, a brilliant little genre of Marvel fanfic.
Warnings: Unbeta'd.
Weddings
It's my wedding. There's been lot's of alcohol all day "One for Guinness for good luck, hun" "Sweetie, my daughter's getting married, I can drink just one whiskey" "Taste the champagne Jess" "One shot of tequila a piece, for all of us gal pals" and there will be a whole lot more later. I've had so many people thinking I need my nerves calmed down, nobody expects me not to be a little buzzed by the end of it.
But I won't be.
I could out drink everybody in this place, collectively or individually, and I still wouldn't be the least bit drunk.
See, I'm a mutant. It's silly, anyways. I can't get drunk. Alcohol just doesn't affect my behavior. I figured it out in college, first time I went to a kegger and played one too many drinking games. I still felt like shit in the morning, and I imagine my liver didn't like it too much, but I never got drunk. Sure, I abused it a little bit in college, bet some people I could drink them under the table, or matched my girlfriends drink for drink so I could get them to spill on whatever secret they were angsting about, but really, lots of people manage without my particular talent, I would have too. Maybe with a few more drunk antics under my belt to remember (or not) parties by, but still, I'd manage.
Its possible no one will even notice, I mean, I really do love my husband-to-be, and it is my wedding, the giddiness and blushes will no doubt be real.
It's just, Brian, my fiancé, doesn't know. That I'm a mutant. And I don't know how to tell him.
I'm not even sure I want to tell him. We've been dating for over three years, and it hasn't come up yet. I don't really drink at all anyways.
But should I really be starting off the rest of our lives together with a lie? Or have I already been lying to him for too long, and we're way past getting over this?
I love him; I don't want to lose him. I could care less about being a mutant or about mutants at all. I just want my to get through the happiest day of my life without worrying that my husband will ask me a little question that will change the way he sees me forever.
"Honey, you're positively radiant. And you're walking like you haven't had a thing to drink all day. It's the oddest thing; I'm just about ready to fall over myself. How on Earth do you manage it?"
"It's nothing at all sweetie."