Oneshots

Warren Worthington iii- Feathery

I lower myself to the ground and look around. Jean is getting up and the others seem okay. Storm helped us out now that she realized we were the good guys. I saw Psylocke walk off and felt no need to chase her. Though one horseman was missing. I rush off to find the Archangel. It took me some time but I caught a glimpse of his metal wings under some rubble. I pulled his limp body out and checked for a pulse, luckily I found one.

Over the next couple months we all settled down. Jean and Erik rebuilt the mansion and Warren was fitting in as well as he could. Though some were still afraid of Warren, I made sure he knew how important he was. Yes, I had a crush on him but have you seen him? He is a 6'2", blonde, angelic built man. He was chiseled by the gods and he may seem like a tough macho man but he is the biggest softie.
I had heard him complain about back pains and how he hated how heavy his metal wings were, not to mention how many cuts he would wake up with. His wings no longer needed to be deadly. So I fixed him.
"Warren?" I called for him as I stepped out onto the roof.
"Y/N I'm over here." He answered back to me from the far side. I walked over to him and saw him sitting on the edge of the roof with a bottle of vodka in his hand and his wings were relaxed behind him.
"Come here." I reached my handout and he took it. I pulled him up and we stood face to face looking at each other. I gently removed the bottle from his hand while remaining in eye contact. I smiled as I traced his tattoos on his face. He lent into my touch. "I'm so sorry for this." I whispered to him.
"Sorry for what?" He asked as I hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me as I did my part. Though he may not have felt it at first after a few minutes he started to grunt in pain. He fell to his knees, but I kept hugging him. He cried out in pain as I heard bones crack and metal feathers fall to the cement roof. I felt his hands dig into me as his new wings grew in. "just a little more darling" I whispered into his ear and felt him give a weak nod.
After a few minutes he was panting but his old wings were back. They were beautiful, fitting his angelic appearance. They were big and white. He looked at me and stood up and I followed him and he looked at his wings. Tears welled up in his eyes as he took in what just happened. He grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug as I giggled.
"Thank you, Princess. This means so much. I don't know how I can ever repay you." He praised my work.
"You can let me in. I'm not leaving you, I'll be here for you always." I looked up at him and he smiled at me. The roof door busted open and Hank along with a few others ran out.
"What happened I heard screaming" Hank frantically looked around.
"That's my fault Hank. I was helping Warren out a bit." I explained as I stepped aside showing the group Warren's new wings. Gasps went around until everyone crowded around him. He smiled proudly but when he saw me standing off to the side he pulled me in. He wrapped his arms around my waist and took off. I kissed his jaw as we soared above the school. "You know I can fly right?" I asked him.
"Yes, but if you were flying I wouldn't be able to hold you tight. Now would I?" He grinned at me.