Rogue x Tigger
Tigger ran as fast as he possibly could, his feet bounding across the grass of the 100 Acre Wood, as a gang chased close behind him, demanding their money from the previously sold drugs from Tigger's crack den. One of the members pulled a gun, and began shooting at the Tigger's feet, which made him run ever faster, until he eventually tripped over his own tail, and down a very steep hill. The gang members stopped at the hill's peak, watching the orange bundle of fur fall down until he was no longer visible. They shot their guns down at the bottom of the hill (tbh- it was so freaking far down it was probably more of a canyon than a hill) until they assumed that Tigger was no more, and his fate was sealed. Unbeknownst to them, Tigger was lying unconscious, not dead, at the foot of the hill, scratched and bruised from the tumble.
"Oh he's awake!" cried an elderly man's voice coming from the opposite end of the room that Tigger was awaking from. He found himself in a medical bed inside a large house, which the older man explained was Charles Xavier's School for the Gifted, and that a woman named Marie had called the rest of the school to save him from a horrid fall just outside the building.
"You can stay here until you feel better," Marie explained, who was sat next to the man named, Charles, "You should be up and about in no time."
Tigger was so confused. His head hurt like a sonofabitch, and his entire body felt like it had been thrown in a blender. However, that woman in the corner was HOT.
Charles scooted out of the room in his wheelchair, and Marie walked over to the recovering creature. Damn son, Tigger thought to himself, but it turned out he had said it aloud.
"You can call me, Rogue," explained Marie, winking at Tigger and beginning to take off her socks.
"You can call me daddy," exclaimed Tigger, and soon enough, he was well again, up out of bed, and grabbing onto Rogue's shoulders.
Oswald had had a busy day. He was tired and just wanted some sleep. He had also somehow stumbled into the Marvel universe. He opened the door to a particular medical room in Charles Xavier's school for the gifted, thinking MAYBE a medical room would be quiet and peaceful – and perhaps he could kill himself with the equipment there after seeing so much for his innocent eyes. One look, however, into this particular room, and he wished he could carve out both of his eyes like Fish Mooney, and he shut the door over slowly, and began to weep, as he walked away into the hall.