Oneshots

Warren Worthington iii- Pretty Bird

X-men (Post Apocalypse)

I found- By Amber Run & NUMB- by XXXTENTACION
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The way she floated in the air looked as though she was frozen mid fall. The music she had playing bended through the air and aimed itself at her. And she absorbed it. Her hair fanned out and floated freely while her head was slightly tilted back. Her legs were gently bent while her back was arced. Her eyes were shut tightly as if she was trying to remember something. She may have been in the middle of the air but she was only a few feet off her bed. That bed, though, had a fluffy duvet on it with 3 pillows. It also had feathers on it, long white ones. They were not hers. Her room was a mess aside from that. A few other feathers lay around along with papers, pictures, clothes, pencils, and a few knickknacks. The person watching her shifted and the floorboard beneath them creaked. Her eyes snapped open and her head turned. Erik scrunched his nose knowing he had been caught. He was going to apologize before a force sent him back a few feet and the door slammed shut. The sound caused a few students to glance or look out of their rooms, though they turned away when they realized what room it was. 

Birdie Knight, she fought Apocalypse until he let Warren die. She wasn’t welcomed as much as Storm, whether it was the fact that she left a ringing sound in some of the team's ear for a week or that she was closed off. She helped build back parts of the mansion, like the high ceilings and she made sure every kid got a bed they liked, though they didn’t know it was her. Birdie had the gift of telekinesis, sound manipulation, and to see someone’s energy. As in their auras, but she could choose when to see them. She hasn’t used her last power since Cairo. Warren and her had a strong connection. They were both in the fighting cages, that’s how they first met. Warren had been fighting for a few months and quickly became undefeated. Birdie had been fighting for a year and was just as highly ranked. The ringmaster never put them against each other because he didn’t want to lose either one of his champions. But he made the mistake of letting them walk freely at night. They met when Birdie was stitching herself up. Warren saw her and was about to move on but he saw how her hands shook yet no tears fell from her eyes. 

“Need some help?” He asked.

“uh....” Birdie was going to say no but when she saw his aura colours she was compelled to say yes. “Please.” Her voice was strong but soft.

“How did this happen?” Warren inquired as he took the needle from her hand. 

“One of my opponents had claws, the ring master told me to let the match go on for a bit to add interest. So I faked weakness for a moment.” She explained. Warren nodded and cleaned up his finished stitches. Birdie pulled down her shirt and looked up to the blonde man. “Thank you...” 

“Warren.” 

“Thank you Warren. I’m Birdie.” Warren chuckled at that and Birdie tilted her head. “What?”

“Your name is Birdie and I’m basically a bird. It’s like the ring master has a type.” Birdie laughed and Warren knew he could listen to it for hours. They were close after that, fixing each other and “gossiping” about their matches at the end of the day. 

Birdie loved him but didn’t get a chance to tell him. She was devastated and refused to talk to anyone. Neither Charles nor Jean could get into her mind which confused both of them. Erik and Storm were the only ones who could get remotely close without being pushed back a few feet. Erik would tell her stories about his family and give her the school work. Sometimes she did it, not that it mattered but it was just so she had something to distract her. In her moments of peace she would lay on her bed. With her head near the end of her bed and her feet near her pillows. The feathers that lay around her still had a scent of Warren before he became ArchAngel, the one person she needed. She would close her eyes and take a deep breath, focusing on her memories with the winged man. She could never pinpoint when she started to float but she still let it happen. The one time she hadn’t locked her door was the one Erik chose to check on her. He could feel the calmness of the room when he opened the door. He was surprised when he fully opened the door that she didn’t notice. He mentally cursed at himself when the floor creaked and she saw him. The force that sent him back was not aggressive but defensive, she is trying not to be vulnerable. 

Storm pressed the matter with Professor X.

“Please, it’s only been a little while. We need him back.” 

“Even if we did, There’s no way his body wouldn’t already be rotting.” Charles responded and Storm sighed.

“I encased his body in an ice storm before we left.” Charles looked at her and realized just how important this was. 

“Alright, I’ll get a small team together and James.” (James is a mutant who can bring someone back from the dead) Storm had a large grin on her face and nodded before leaving the room. She headed up to Birdie's room and knocked. From inside the room Birdie sat on her window seat. Too lazy to ask who it was she saw their energy. She recognized it as Storms. “Come in.” Storm entered and saw her former team mate sulking. “I’m going on a mission, for a few days. So if you need anything you can ask Jean. She’s very understanding and nice.” Storm told Birdie.

“Oh okay. Be safe please... I know i’ve been a bitch but I don’t want to lose you.” Birdie quickly stood up and rushed over to Storm, encasing her in a hug. Storm was shocked to say the least, Birdie had not been like this since they first met. After a moment Storm wrapped her arms around Birdie and held her tightly. 

“I promise I’ll be safe.” Storm felt her friend let go of a breath before letting go and stepping back. Storm nodded her head and left the room. 

Over the next few days Birdie came out of her shell a bit more. She had asked Jean for a few things and ended up having a nice conversation with her. Sometimes Jubilee, or Peter would join. Birdie even made acquaintances with some other students. 

Birdie was sitting in her room, with the door open, when Peter zoomed in. She heard the noise and turned around. “Hey, Pete.” 

“Hey, You need to come see this.” Peter said urgently. 

“Is everything okay? Is it Storm? Is she ok?” Birdie questioned as she followed Peter through the mansion. Peter didn’t answer, wording her even more. They stopped outside the medical room and Storm walked up to them. Birdie quickly hugged her and Storm returned it. “Why am I here?” Birdie asked when she pulled back. 

“Read their energy.” Storm simply said. Birdie was a bit confused, she looked to Peter who nodded his head. Even though she was very confused, Birdie turned towards the closed metal door and saw the energy in the room. She recognized a few colors, Hank, Charles, Erik, there was one that she didn’t know, but the last one made her heart skip a beat or two. She raised her hand up and opened the door. It opened and showed her the group of men standing around a bed. She didn’t move as the men turned and moved out of the way, allowing her to see the patient. 

“Hi, pretty bird.” The patient said before he was jumped on and hugged tightly. He hugged back his attacker. Subconsciously Birdie pushed everyone out of the room just leaving the two birds. Warren felt tears on his shoulder before he heard them. He, himself, was holding back tears trying to be strong, but having Birdie back in his arms made him weak. “I thought you were gone. God I missed you like hell.” Birdie said through sobs. Warren whispered comforting things to her, getting her to calm down. Eventually Birdie sat back and wiped her tears away.

“Never leave me again.”

“I don’t plan on it.”

“No one ever does.”