Angel

"O, what may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side"

[yourflyboy-blog]

XD all that and scott still never got laid

Adios friends

[yourflyboy-blog]

Remember kids,

[geomicindymoon-deactivated20150]

“Um…yeah…I meant raw but you know…kinda rare and weird positions…and strange…why are you smirking?”

[yourflyboy-blog]

.. it’s just.. you have no filter do you

[yourflyboy-blog]

Remember kids,

[pamela-nereida]

“And that is?”

“Well for one, dependin’ on how long Ah hold on for, yah’ll pass out which is what might happen if yah keep makin’ that face at meh.”

[yourflyboy-blog]

What face? This face? Is my face bothering you?

Okay. But seriously, have you ever flown?

[yourflyboy-blog]

Remember kids,

[daisiesjchnscn-blog]

“Hey now… don’t knock the name. I mean, what would you come up with if you had to name yourself? I’m pretty sure SHIELD still has my van holed up somewhere.”

[yourflyboy-blog]

Hmm. MAX POWER. Still more normal than Skye. What’s even your last name? And wow, a smelly van. One of their top assets I’m sure.

[siennanotconnie-blog]

Interesting Proposition|| Warren & Sienna

[siennanotconnie-blog]

Half an hour had passed and he still hadn’t shown up yet, leading Sienna to believe that Mark had been wrong about her being able to do this job. If his former boss didn’t show up, what could she do? As she smoothed down her skirt and prepared to stand up a voice from her left cut her off. Turning her gaze from the table top to the source of the sound, Sienna’s eyebrows furrowed. “A man? Last time I checked I wasn’t.” She replied slowly still confused by his words. Once she got a good look at him, she realized that this was the Warren Mark had told her about. 

“And does my sexual preference really matter that much?” Mark had told her to be prepared for him and that he could be a challenge, but never explained any further than that. Folding her hands in her lap, Sienna did her best to calm herself down and figure out what he was going on about. “I’ve worked long hours in the library so long hours is not a problem for me. My personal life is important to me but I can always work around a schedule I’m given.” Outside of the library, Sienna didn’t have much of a personal life, but she knew better than to mention that. When He leaned back in his chair, Sienna almost tilted her head to the side. Did he not want another assistant? He mentioned Mark twice and was surprised to find that she was a woman so he must not have read her file. “I can handle myself.” She replied with a small smile and a nod. If Mark said that Warren needed an assistant then Sienna believed him. It was just a matter of convincing him she was right for the job. “If I could be that person than I would’ve left fifteen minutes ago, sir.”

[yourflyboy-blog]

Warren narrowed his eyes at her. He thought the man/gay remark would’ve sent anyone running but apparently not. Time to go nuclear. “Well yes, typically women just try to seduce me, hoping I put a ring on it so they can live the easy life. Plus men are just more competent wouldn’t you agree?“ 

[yourflyboy-blog]

Recruitment

[yourflyboy-blog]

diamondxheart

Warren wasn’t one to back out of a challenge, and if he didn’t have anything to hide, spending two hours with her shouldn’t be asking too much. Plus, this was her, she was either a curse, or a blessing. It was comical, him an Angel, and he was dancing with the Devil tonight. Taking out her red lipstick, she applied it, as she waited for his response. Titling her head, deciding to read him by his actions, then by his thoughts. Smiling in return.

“Well spending time with me, I’d say is something to boast about, Angel.” she said walking towards him. One thing she did like, was that he would challenge her back in return. “Five questions, that should be interesting, choose them wisely.” she winked, this was getting fun already. Leaning against his car “Well, what are you waiting for, let’s hit the road.”

Warren regarded her with a wry smile as he stepped closer. He held the distinct impression that he’d just been played. The moment the gauntlet was thrown down, all choice was robbed from him. Behind those dark sunglasses, he imagined diamond blue eyes cutting him apart piece and piece and putting him back together again, all in the space of a thought. Dancing with the devil indeed. With a click the car door opened and he was committed. He settled into the driver’s seat and revved the car to life.

“First things first, Music.” he said, handing over his phone which was connected to the car’s sound system. “You know I’m almost tempted to waste a question on music. Only, I’m pretty sure I’ve got you pegged there.”

He pulled the car out of park and down the winding road away from Xavier, waving to some of the kids as he went by. The school grounds gave way to sparse trees and eventually flat fields that stretched right to the horizon. Warren was quiet for a moment before he spoke next, “Okay. First question. What’s your favourite colour? -No. Why did you decide to join the x-men? What changed your mind?”

[yourflyboy-blog]

Operation: Dusk || Warren&Betsy

[bloodyreya-blog]

Elizabeth didn’t have to read Warren’s mind to sense the restlessness rolling from his build. He wasn’t a man for patience, but the telepath had much experience in that field. During her days with The Hand, she would sometimes spend hours watching a target before striking. This stakeout was just as simple, though the outcome would not result in a kill. They sought to gain and leak information, instead. Still, as the minutes went by, Betsy focused, keeping all her attention on the task at hand.

The officer was late, that much was apparent, but she wasn’t worried. Of course, the same couldn’t be said for Warren. “Oh, shut up. My sources are always right, as you can see.” She retorted. This entire mission was Angel’s idea, making him the unoffical leader of the ordeal. Betsy was the stealth and muscle, all wrapped into one. 

“Already on it.” She said, regarding the blonde’s command. Almost immediately, the guard’s thoughts began to flood her mind. Psylocke welcomed the rush, absorbing every amount of useful information and disguarding anything else. After a few more seconds, she turned her gaze back to her partner.

 “He’ll start on the main roads for a while, but there’s a length of side-streets that he’ll travel after that. We should have a three minute window, four depending on how fast he drives.” Ready to see some action, the telepath grew excited. So once Warren offered his hand, Betsy took it gladly. Up into the sky they went, keeping an eagle’s eye on their prey. 

[yourflyboy-blog]

“Right, would have been twenty three minutes ago.” he murmured, but really he felt only relief. What they were doing was not morally grey or treading a fine line. It was straight up wrong, and unquestionably illegal. If discovered, the consequences for the mutants would be unthinkable. They had to execute this mission perfectly, not close enough, not twenty minutes late. Perfect. He didn’t want tonight to be the first entry into the history of the war on mutants.

He took a deep breath. Cloak and Dagger was still fairly new to him and the stress and anxiety of it had formed into a knot in his frontal lobe that was really starting to ache.

Betsy’s gaze sharpened on him and not for the first time he wondered what it would be like to walk around in someone else’s mind - euphoric, by the looks of it. “Have you ever read my mind?” he asked suddenly struck with curiosity.

He kept high above New York, conscious of any passers-by who thought a spot of cloud gazing would be a good idea in this exact moment. All the while his eagle vision was trained on the car as it wound through the busier roads. As the car started to approach the objective area, he entered into a dive, making sure to match speeds with the vehicle. He lowered Betsy onto the roof of the car and started the countdown, “You’ve got three minutes. Good luck.”

[the-x-gene]

[siennanotconnie-blog]

Interesting Proposition|| Warren & Sienna

She was way too early, that much Sienna knew. It had just been so long since she had tried to apply for something and as usual being out of her comfort zone turned her into a big ball of nervousness. But Mark was a friend and thought that Sienna would be the perfect replacement for her job as an assistant. She had prepped Sienna the best she could, told her to wear a skirt and a casual blouse,to smile like she meant it and most importantly to be herself.

All of these pieces of advice ran around in her head as she sat outside a small cafe. With just ten minutes more until the time she was supposed to actually be there, Sienna felt herself calming down just a little. Seven minutes left and the grip on her red bag had relaxed. At five minutes to go her feet stopped tapping and she could place her hands in her lap without feeling the need to fidget. She could do this. She’d be fine. Right?

[yourflyboy-blog]

He was late. Obscenely late. He walked into Peter Lugers 35 minutes after the agreed time. The matre d’ stopped him at the door, told him to take off his glasses and gave him shit about his clothes. Understandably, since he’d decided to forgo the suit today and was wearing a simple knicks tee, jeans and sneakers. His white wings were folded against his back and emerging from a pair of crude holes which he’d cut himself.That’s he liked about Peter Lugers was that, no matter you were, the staff would always be dicks to you. It just so happened to be his favourite steak house in New York, something that Mark knew all too well when he booked it. He must really be pulling for this... girl?

“You’re not a man...” was Warren’s first words when he arrived at the table. The waiter gave him a startled look but said nothing, rolled his eyes and shuffled off. “Huh.” Warren continued, seemingly perplexed. “Are you at least gay?” He took his seat, deciding to trust Mark. After all, the man had served him loyally for 18 months, a record for any assistant he’d ever had. “So... Sienna, as I’m sure Mark’s told you, the hours and very long, I’m not very nice. You’ll be making a hundred tho so I expect a lot. I mean, how committed are you to a personal life? There will be... situations you will be put into that you be entirely comfortable with. I need someone who can handle themselves, someone tough. Like Mark! Are you really that person?” Warren leaned back in his chair and waited for her answer. The sooner he scared this girl away, the sooner Mark would come back, and he was just getting started.

[yourflyboy-blog]

Recruitment

[beau-mcintyre-blog]

“And if I vhere to not? Do you have zhe Skorpians on hand, Varren?” Kurt gave Angel a play punch on the arm before leaning back the seat, propping his three toed feet up on the dash and looking up at the sky. The seconds turned to minutes quickly before he heard his gps promptly state that they had arrived. He looked over at the other, popping on his image inducer in a flash, his skin turning pale and his hair a light brown before sitting up.

“Is zhis your first recruitment, Angel? Perhaps you should let me do zhe talking.” As Nightcrawler approached the door and was ready to reach for the handle, the door opened to the dingy trailer and a boy with long greasy black hair and a bad need of a shave answered. “H… h… hello?”

[yourflyboy-blog]

“Pfft, Zen you vould be a lier, dear Kurt” he said his most exaggerated German accent. “Everybody likes Queen. Itz like univerzal truth no? But I do actually have zhe Skorpians. Put on whatever you want -unless its some weird German trap EDM crap. God knows vat vierd sheisse you’re into Kurt.” he said grinning once more.

“No believe it or not, I’ve been sent on three of these before. Guess how many people I’ve recruited! ...yeah, apparently I don’t give a good first impression.” Warren nodded. He usually hated to be pushed aside, but in this case, he more than happy to do so. Pulling up to their destination, Warren became all too aware of the three hundred dollar jacket he was wearing and his five hundred dollar shoes. The pang of guilt was quickly replaced by curiosity however when the boy opened the door. Warren gave a thin smile and tucked his hands into his pockets, waiting for Kurt to do his magic.

[yourflyboy-blog]

Recruitment

[dealerxelias-deactivated2019063]

She was curious to see what Warren was up to, she could easily glance into his mind, but there was always that sense of having people be honest to their choosing. When she showed up, his body language already gave off a tense vibe. Which was understandable, most people tensed in her presence, out of discomfort , or they simply didn’t like her. Or, if they had something to hide, so many options. She smiled, he did look like an Angel, with his wings out and about.

“How sweet, gracing us with your presence.” crossing her arms at how quickly he wanted to leave the moment she arrived. “Hold it there Angel boy. If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say that you were rushing off in a hurry. Two hours can’t be that bad, I’ll even let you go with keeping myself from reading your mind. unless you give me reason to.” She said with her eyes trained on him. Emma wasn’t stupid, she’s played this game long enough to know.

[yourflyboy-blog]

Her words stopped him in his tracks. Goddammit. Two minutes in and he was already in trouble. Two hours was just begging for it. Walk away Worthington... Just walk away. He turned back to see her arms crossed over her chest, the smug curve of her lips. She was always fucking challenging him. The nerve... It’d be easier to walk away if he didn’t find it so damn enthralling. 

He chuckled in spite himself, raking a hand through his curls. “That’s a terrible deal and you know it. There’s nothing in it for me.” The phone was tucked away into his pocket, all earlier pretences dropped. “Counteroffer. Five Questions. I get to ask anything. You have to tell the truth.”

[yourflyboy-blog]

[yourflyboy-blog]

Remember kids,

[pamela-nereida]

“Yeah, that’s how it works. Why do yah ask?”

“Puberty is nevah a fun time. At least yah can touch people.”

[yourflyboy-blog]

“I don’t know yet. Maybe I’m trying to make a point.”

“What would happen to you? Would it hurt? Would they be permanent? More importantly, what would happen to me?”

[yourflyboy-blog]

Recruitment

[beau-mcintyre-blog]

“It is certainly nicht nap time, Mein Freund.” Kurt grinned and even let out a light fey laughter at the boy’s hair comment. The at the mention of his exodus the mutant’s face became very serious. Of course, Kurt knew where he’d been… but he wasn’t yet at liberty to discuss such things.

“I have been avay on business, Warren. Zhe boy is seventeen… Forty five minute drive. His address is in zhe gps auf mein handi.” Kurt grinned as he dropped the image inducer down to natural and his skin slowly turned blue and his tail reached up to scratch behind his ear. He watched as the man started the car and grinned. 

[yourflyboy-blog]

Warren quirked an eyebrow. The air had suddenly gone very chilly for a moment at the mention of Kurt’s absence. It was the way of the X-men. They all had secrets. Warren nodded. He wasn’t one to pry, especially not where Kurt was concerned. If he wanted to talk about it, he would.

“Handi. That’s your phone right. Who knew my high school German would come in handi.” Warren turned to Kurt with an expression of pure joy before cracking up at his own joke. “Oh come on, das war fantastisch.”. The buildings fell away and the road emptied and stretched into the horizon. Still laughing Warren turned up the stereo. “Hope you like Queen.”

[yourflyboy-blog]

Recruitment

[dealerxelias-deactivated2019063]

She walked towards the convertabile, seeing the angel perched out on his care, almost without a care in the world.

‘My my, almost like Heaven on Earth there, Angel.’

She chuckled speaking telepathically. She’s heard what has happened, most registered, others haven’t. She didn’t plan on Registering, and though she would get judged by her students, she fought for herself. Turning one’s self in, is surrendering simply who they are to a Government. That was something that Emma wouldn’t dare to do.

Putting on her sunglasses “This isn’t a vacation Warren.” she leaned against his convertible.

[yourflyboy-blog]

Normally, a beautiful girl, a beautiful car and the open road was all he could want in an afternoon, but right now, with Emma Frost leaning on his car, he really couldn’t think of anything worse. Despite all appearances, Warren doesn’t remember a time when he’d ever been so tense in his life. There were too many secrets, and too many grim consequences if the wrong person found out. Emma was still a wild card, and given her connections to Scott, definitely fell into the wrong person category. Which was why he wasn’t about to spend the next two hours with her, alone, in a car together. He already had one telepathic ninja on his hands. If Emma found out as well... Nightmare.

“Well I am basically God’s gift to you all. So, you’re welcome.” he said, forcing levity into his tone. He slid off the hood to the other side of the car, and checked his phone. “Actually some company stuff has cropped up. You know how it is. Wait here five minutes, I’ll find someone else to replace me.” and with that, he started to walk back to the mansion.

[yourflyboy-blog]

Recruitment

[beau-mcintyre-blog]

“Lying down on the job, Angel? Come on, Steh auf. We don’t have that sort of time.” Nightcrawler had poofed into Warren’s car with an airy ‘bamf’ and grinned over at the other. His image inducer was on, though especially around this one, he felt safer letting his true self out. Of course blue skin and a pointed tail is much different than a beautiful set of angelic wings…

He wondered why Charles had sent the two of them to recruit this boy… the two most outlandish looking mutants, on opposite ends of the spectrum. He chuckled as he thought of all of the good cop bad cop references that could be made. “You have been doing well, no?”

[yourflyboy-blog]

Warren chuckled when he heard that familiar accent, spinning around just in time to see Kurt poof into his car. “And what time do you call this? Thought Germans were supposed to be good at time keeping!” he said as he stood up on the hood of the car and hopped into the driver’s seat. Warren had always thought highly of Kurt. He had a brightness, in spite of his dark appearance but more than that, he had this old world wisdom about him. Something, Warren guessed, only came about as a result of some harsh life experiences.

“Oh, you know me. Ninety-nine problems. Mostly to do with my hair.” he chuckled, a little too keen to laugh off the question. “How about you? I haven’t seen you around lately. What kind of trouble have you been up to?”

He pulled the car down the winding drive of Xavier’s and toward the large iron wrought gates. “By the way, did Chuck give you the files on this kid? Coz I don’t actually know where we’re going.”

[yourflyboy-blog]

Recruitment

Recruitment was considered one of the worst, if not the worst task at Xavier’s. It boiled down to entering a stranger’s home, telling them their darling child was a freak and convincing them to take their child with you to somewhere you were trying to sell as basically hogwarts while FOX news has been telling them it’s actually militant training ground run by a bunch of cultist. 

Part of him hoped the other poor soul who’d also been roped into this never showed up. It was a beautiful day outside and he was lounging on his hood of his convertible, wings spread out behind him, soaking up the afternoon sun. Spending the afternoon napping would probably be more productive anyway.