Warren Worthington III [angelxreader]

XII

"Quickie, I need you to come to my room now. It's 'Operation What Do I Say?'." You spoke to Peter as you lay curled in a ball under your duvet.

Within seconds there was a knock at your door and you opened it with your telekinesis so you wouldn't have to move. These actions immediately alerted Peter that this was a serious 'What Do I Say?' situation.

"What do you say to Warren, I assume?" He smiles

"B-I-N-G-O."

"Well, Y/N. You should say," he pauses which makes you slightly nervous. "Ok. First of all, get out from under the blanket. It's weird talking to a blob of fabric."

"Sorry." You mumble with pink cheeks as you throw the covers off of you.

"First, say sorry. Second, tell him why you were gone. Third, ask what to do to make it up to him. Good?" Peter raises his eyebrows as he waits for a response.

"Ok, good. Thanks, Quickie." You hug him and start towards the door. "Oh, and Quickie, I'm sorry about how this whole thing got messed up. I really liked you but, I don't know what happ-"

"It's fine, Y/N. Go get your boy." He hugs you and you smile, leaving Peter in your room with his box of Twinkies.

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knock knock.

"Who is it?" You hear Warrens voice call out, making you smile at how calming it is.

"It- uh- I- Y/N. it's, Y/N." The door slowly opens to a blonde boy looking down. Your smile fading at the sight of him hurting.

"Hey."

"Warren, I'm sorry." You pause "I was, I was sleeping."

"For two days? You sure you weren't avoiding me?"

"What? No, of course not. I was using so much of my energy on my powers that I had to, hibernate, to restore energy."

The two of you stood there in an awkward silence for a moment before the tears started to well in your eyes.

"I'm sorry. I gotta go."

A/N

Again sorry for
the short chapter.
Still in a bit of a
funk but it's
getting better :)

~Josie