Ratcrawler
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Off the top of my head, Wolverine & Sam Witwickey made decisions that really bugged me.
Wolverine: What the--? Who the--? Who am I? Why am I lying in fresh rubble? Who is this this hot dead broad? Why do I have metal claws in my body? Dear God, who or what am I!?
Gambit: Hey Logan, it's me, Remy! You got amnesia? It's cool, I'll tell you everything I know about you and help steer you in the right direction because that's what friends do.
Wolverine:...Meh. Thanks but I think I'll just regain my memories by going off and getting drunk in Japan. And if THAT doesn't work, I'll just milk this "tortured bad boy hero" thing for all it's worth and hog all the sPotlight in 3 ensemble pieces.
Sam: Not that saving the world and having humankind indebted to me wasn't great and all but I wanna go off to college without you, giant alien soldier robot car. And ridonkulously hot, maxim-list-topping girlfriend I had for the past two years, I won't admit I love you. I just want to live a normal life. You know, like the one I whined about for the 16 years before I met you guys. And I'm sure any guy in my unenviable position would feel exactly the same way.