[u][b]Years Ago[/b][/u]

"Weston, you know I've been monitoring the progress of your affliction and I felt you should know now that in 10 years time you will lose the usage of your arms and legs... I'd could get into the gritty bits but-" Doc Watts was cut off by his young patient

"Tell me, I want to know, I need to know." Weston looked up at his doctor, but he didn't feel sadness to the news that he wouldn't walk or feel or have limbs in a decade, he felt challenged to do the impossible.

"When that decade runs out your arms and legs will be so useless that we will have to remove them, because it only starts with your limbs, then it moves inwards and the best way to keep you alive is amputation... It isn't what we want to do but it's all we can do." Watts was concerned, he saw a young man who should be devisated by this information and all he was getting back from his patient was what seemed like a combination of anger and determination.

Weston wasn't going out quietly and if he lost his life curing himself then so be it. He left the family clinic with a purpose, a mission and a fire in his eyes and it would be no time soon before he knew if he would succeed or fail.

[u][b]4 Years later[/b][/u]

"I wasn't fast enough" he would have slammed his fist on his lab desk if it would have shattered his wrist like it had a number of times before. "I'm cured, but now I'm just this frail freak in a chair!"

"Oh yeah, a freak who cured not only his own disease but a few others along the way is such a hindrance to society. I don't understand why your inability to walk and punch someone makes you useless. You have a genius mind and when you put your mind to it you have completed amazing tasks. Chair or not, you're still a genius." Weston spun around in his chair and glared at Watts as the doctor stood just within the doorway.

"I know- what- but what do I do to get out of this chair? Make a muscle serum or a super protein shake? I can't regrow muscle, I don't want this restriction, I don't want to live this kind of life, if I have such a genius mind then why can't I fix my fucking limbs!" The two were silent for a moment before Watts noticed something in Weston's eyes, something he saw 4 years ago that lead to a miracle cure. Little did he know just what was going to happen next.

[u][b]Present Day[/b][/u] 

[i]"Welcome to Yo Jo Coffee, what can I get for you today?"[/i] Said the intercom of the drive thru as Guardian tossed the first goon into the drive thru menu.

"Yeah, I'll take an iced coffee, extra shot-" Another goon jumped at him with a knife and he swiftly kicked him in the jaw with a roundhouse "of espresso and just throw some whipped cream on top... You guys want anything?" He knew the other 6 muggers wouldn't want anything unless it were on him, cheap bastards.

They gave each other a glance and he was sure they were all about to attack at once, it could have worked if they were a bit more subtle about it. Guardian made an evasive leap as the thugs attacked landing by the window of the drive thru, he wondered if they would have his coffee by the time his attackers were on their feet again.