; harbinger of peace & war

Warren Worthington III penned by Almas / affiliated with bedlamnyc

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She was relieved to know there was still a connection with the spiders. They weren’t her spiders so to speak, but she could still see out of them if she concentrated hard enough. It made tracking large swarms easier to find. The easiest kind of damage control. If only the rest was so simple. After collecting another large swarm that found its way inside a park’s water fountain, Gwen needed a brief update through the Ant comms.

“Tigra to Anthill. Do you copy, over?” “This is Anthill, over?” “How’s it going shutting off the pipelines, over.” “It’s going as fast as it can. Ghost’s still tracking down accurate blueprints I requested. I’m afraid manually will have to suffice for now. Over.”

Gwen didn’t like the sound of that. If the mutated spiders were in the water systems who knows how many have already been exposed to it. After Scott’s accurate hunch, closing the main water systems was the next step to minimizing exposure. It wasn’t much, but it was something. Better than nothing at least. Gwen sighed heavily in the walkie, “Yeah, it’s something. Over.”

“Hey, it’s progress. We’ll get there. Over.” She pinched her lips together to avoid them quivering in anxiety. “Yeah….” A weak attempt to seem hopeful. “Keep me posted?… Over.” S t a t i c. “Of course, Tigra la Muerteface. Over and out.” A click concluded the conversation. A side smile formed when Scott used her unnecessarily long codename. However, a short lived smile as something relative to a spider sense numbed her head. Like half her brain fell asleep and static interference. As if the quarantine wasn’t dark enough, the thing that loomed a shadow over her small frame brought a new meaning to the dark as it swooped down. Gwen managed to lean upward to avoid the dive bomb just by a hair. Vulture? Was her first thought.

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Warren liked the new body he was given with the symbiote. Granted he was always someone with a dark side there was something about being able to shoot fire from his mouth that was a lot more entertaining. 

There was no struggle initially when he had chosen to bind, he’d maintained just enough control over himself to be comfortable. He’s done things like this before, & therefore this was nothing to him, but still he was there to be at the whims of his symbiote. What it wanted was to be reunited with its mother. There was little resistance, & Warren agreed to check out the situation. 

He would, of course, use fear to intimidate the thing they symbiote had a maternal affection to. It didn’t take too long to track this person, & once he saw her, he knew that at the very least he would be able to have a little fun with her. He flew in, with his bat-like wings spread to incite terror. He was close enough to capture a hint of her scent to confirm that she was the one. 

“Mother…” He hissed, before flying in too close again. “I heard you calling for me.” 

That was a lie, of course, considering had come in from his own volition. He hovered atop her, eyes glowing in the dim lights. He didn’t recognize this girl, but he had no interest in more than the petty introductions. 

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“What happens when you find out this place isn’t real? You leave. You go back to where you came from. To what you know. To whom you know.” He’s implying I’ll eventually reconcile with Bryan. “It may seem like home now, but soon you’ll discover this town is teeming with broken dreams. We’re all just afraid to leave.”

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She was honestly… flabbergasted. And this… well this little whelp was just staring at her with bemusement. He took a bite of the pancake and Peggy was faced with the extremely polarizing option of either backing off and putting her gun down or filling him with lead. There was a strange… force that was demanding she not do the latter, so she just let her shield arm fall as she transferred the gun to her other hand so she could pinch at the bridge of her nose. 

“I cannot believe this is my life. There’s not a moment of peace in this whole bloody city.” She was glad that she hadn’t fallen asleep with Bucky again. This would have gone very differently if she and Bucky had both woken up to this man. Bucky was undeniably jumpy, not that Peggy would ever blame him. This kid might have just been shot if it were the pair of them.

“I will eat the pancakes. But you have to tell me who you are.” 

          “Great!” Warren slipped from in front of her and began moving toward living room. “Do you happen to have any maple syrup to go with this?” 

           He sat down on a couch, and placed the pancakes on the coffee table. He decided to not be rude and at the very least maintain some level of politeness. He really didn’t want to tarnish this meeting more than he already had. It wasn’t his fault the woman was a buzzkill, he acted just as any other man would.  

          “I’m Warren.” He said before taking another bite of the pancakes in his hand. “I’m the heir to Worthington Enterprises. We make medicine, cosmetics, and stuff like that.” 

         He didn’t want to brag, but there was more to him than being just a pretty rich boy, he was also smart, courageous and insanely talented. He didn’t want to sound like a too good to be true tinder profile, and wanted her to learn those things naturally. He was, however, far more interested in hearing his own voice in hers, but would listen to her if needed. 

           “What’s your name? Something feisty, considering you were ready to fill me with bullets.” 

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agent-lady-liberty‌:

We had a fun night. A fun night. There was no bloody way that Peggy had had a ‘fun night’ with anyone. Particularly not if Bucky and Steve were in this city. And they both were. Even if Steve was a moron, Bucky was here and he was alive and he loved her. She wouldn’t be having a ‘fun night’ with some blonde ruffian with too-long hair. He would be attractive to her if she were 16 years old, perhaps, but at her current age, he barely looked to be more than a child to her. The whole notion was deeply unsettling to her. 

“We did no such thing,” she answered. Was he serious? This was a bit of a crisis to her and he just wanted to casually eat pancakes? “I don’t know what sort of business you get into, but I certainly don’t meet and go home with strange men whose names I don’t know.” She had slept with three people in her whole life, and two of them had been with her at the time. 

“Can you seriously think of eating when you haven’t the slightest idea what you’re doing in my apartment?” That whole notion was completely bizarre to Peggy.

         This was not going the way he had wanted it too, but Warren wasn’t one to falter. His eyes flutter in confusion as she continued to reprimand him. Maybe he was off base, but he didn’t end up inside this apartment with brute force. So if she hadn’t invited him in, there must’ve been something supernatural happening or something to do with mind control. He looked at her with an awkward smile. 

           “Even if you didn’t take me home, Miss, I just want you to know that I have no intend to harm you. You can put the gun away.” Warren responded with all the coolness of a summer breeze, his voice barely faltering as talked. 

             If Warren was not beautiful or rich, he would have not picked off a pancake off the plate in front of him and put it in his mouth, taking a big bite out of it in front of the lovely woman. He thought that maybe his extreme casualness would be a little bit more attractive to her. He swallowed hard, and then licked the crumbs off of his lips. . 

            “I’m hungry, and I find myself a better conversationalist over some food. I took a bite out of them so that you can see that they’re not poisoned. Maybe if we retrace our steps together we can find out why I’m here eating in your apartment.” 

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Was this fellow serious? How was he completely not responsive to the pistol at the back of his head? She narrowed her eyes before cocking the weapon. “The reason you’ve a pistol at the back of your head is because you’re in my house, in my kitchen, and I haven’t the slightest idea who you are.” Did he know Natasha? She imagined the redhead would have told her if she was going to be having a stranger over, but perhaps she wouldn’t. They were friendly, but they weren’t the best of friends. 

Why had she not shot him? Or clocked him with her shield? It was more than a little rude that he didn’t even give her the courtesy of looking at her. Peggy didn’t know him but felt some strange inclination not to kill him. “I don’t know what ‘hangry’ means,” she responded, “but I’d very much like an explanation as to how you got in here.” Because if this dragged on too long, inclination or no she was going to knock her shield into him and tie him to a kitchen chair.

         Warren put the plate on the counter and then twisted around in the little place there was between her and the stove. So effortlessly calm, but he could see the little flame of rage in her eyes as he smiled with a twinkle in his eye. He was careful to not get too cocky and get a pistole straight through the throat instead of the lower head. 

        “We had a fun night. I think. I woke up in bed with you, why else would I be here? You would’ve had to let me in, since there aren’t any break in marks.” 

           He was all too flirty in all the wrong ways. He knew this, but the fact that there was a gun between the him the woman he couldn’t remember was hotter than he would admit, so he couldn’t really control how he reacted. If she socked him in the head, then it would have been well deserved. He eyed her for a moment, admiring her beauty in the unnatural apartment lighting, he wondered why she was so volatile with him when he had done something wrong. 

          “If it makes you feel better I don’t know you or your name either. We can introduce ourselves over pancakes I made, they’re no good when they’re cold.” 

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“Darling,” Emma heaves a heavy sigh as she pours wine into one glass, then a second, sliding it across the marble countertop into Warren’s waiting hand. “What do you make of this? All of it? The strings, the ghosts, the power blinking out?” Emma takes a deep sip from her glass. Her heart ached, her head was spinning – the farther away the blind lawyer got, the worse Emma felt. 

But she could do what she had always done when her heart was broken.

Drink.

“Tell me about your– just talk to me. Your string person, what you’ve been doing? I’m glad you called,” The subtext was DISTRACT ME. But Warren was good company. She had always found him agreeable and largely nonjudgemental of her. She watched him, as always, enamored by his wings. They were beautiful and though she could hide her physical mutation at will, she was always endeared to mutants who wore their mutation proudly.

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   There was pacing. Warren paced back and forth in front of Emma, having half a mind to complain about everything ever since he had got here, there was too much to talk about and his mind wasn’t cooperating with him, he needed something to loosen the knot that had formed on his tongue. 

     He was lucky that Emma had offered him some wine. His tolerance was low enough that this would be sufficient to make him more eloquent at conversation. Years of formal training just didn’t help as he was experiencing a headache from his lack of proximity to Peggy.  He felt like he was sick. He grabbed the glass and took a sip of it. 

       “This is good stuff Em, I didn’t expect you to find something like this here.” He complimented the wine before finishing it off quickly, trying to get the rush from drinking alcohol as quickly as possible. 

        “My string person? She’s some army lady. Tried to kill me, or attempted to, when we first met. I was making her breakfast, and she had a gun to my head.” He stopped pacing for a moment, and then slid on top of the countertops so that he could talk to Emma normally. “This is all really weird. I know weird shit happens all the time to us, but I feel there’s more going on here than us being mutants. Everything feels too calculated, don’t you think?” He paused, then slid his glass back to her. 

         “I can’t say I’ve doing anything having fun here, but it’s certainly been exciting never knowing where you might wake up.” 

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Peggy woke to the smell of cooking, sitting up. Her dark hair hung loose around her shoulders as she pushed to her feet and reached for a robe she had found in one of her many walks around the city. She didn’t have much by way of clothing, but she’d managed to find a few things here and there. Natasha was too short and thin to really share, so she had made do. Now, she just wanted to know who the devil was in the kitchen. Was it her roommate? 

As she peered out the door, her stomach went tight and she quickly retreated back into the bedroom. Who was that man? What was he doing there? Reaching for her shield, she slipped her arm into it before shaking her head. Did Natasha know him? And why did Peggy feel like she should… be close to him? Be cooking with him and enjoying being near him? She had had her pistol in her other hand and she was all set to come up behind him and clock him in the back of the head when something stopped her. That strange draw to him.

“You have about ten seconds to tell me who you are and what the bloody hell you’re doing in this apartment before I hit you as hard as I can over the head.”

         Warren was too engrossed in cooking, to actually hear Peggy approach him. The fault with having a highly enhanced senses, is that sometimes one sense overtakes the others, so he simply couldn’t hear Peggy’s foot steps or feel her coming close to his wings. He clenched up completely when he felt the cold tip of her gun near the back of his head. Usually he’d do something with his wings, to slam it out of her hands, but they had a fun night last night, probably. If he could remember any of it maybe he could explain it to her. 

          “Thought, I would make us some breakfast.” Warren didn’t raise his hands, and continued to move the pancake around the pan so that it wouldn’t burn. “I just spent ten minutes making this batter, so I can’t really just toss it away.” 

           For some reason unknown to him he felt safe around her. There was a sense of calmness around her, but he couldn’t really explain it. In his head, there was no way she would hurt him despite the fact that she clearly intended to. He moved his hand to grab a plate from the counter, and very slowly puts another pancake on it. 

              “I don’t know if you get hangry, but I certainly do. It could be a reason why you have a gun against the back of my head.” 

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          When Warren wakes up, his throat feels dry. There wasn’t the ache in his back that he usually got when he was asleep on the floor. Pleasantly, he wasn’t at the apartment that he was squatting in, he was at a slightly nicer apartment. He pushed strands of over-grown blonde hair out of his face and then pushed himself off the ground. He stumbled to his feet before looking over at the bed where a woman was sleeping. 

           Ah, we must’ve fucked or something. 

           He should make her breakfast or something. Groceries weren’t common place in this economy but he hoped there would be food that wasn’t canned and highly processed, his sodium intake had to be through the roof at this point. He took one last look at the woman in bed, and smiled a bit before quietly exiting the bedroom and finding himself in the kitchen. Once he crossed the threshold of the door, a wave of lethargy washed over him. 

             He looked around in the cabinets for flour, and then he’d raid the fridge for some eggs, and he’d make the most bomb pancakes she’d ever have. 

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