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It was never too early for wine. Sadly, it was never too late for work. Wanda was sprawled in one of the sunrooms surrounded by paperwork, a glass and a bottle of red wine. She had her own office there, had rooms even, but had felt trapped enough by the work so she'd decided to spread out a little bit. Wanda frowned at the text in front of her and tried to translate it, wishing she had Doug on hand.
But at least she had wine.
It seemed every time Warren came to the mansion, he found himself in a new place. Even for someone who grew up in wealth, the estate was impressive.
With his hands in his pockets, he walked around aimlessly, humming to himself as usual. Wandering into a sunroom, he appreciated the warmth for a moment before realizing there was someone else there. He really did need to work on his observational skills.
"I apologise," he stated, refering to the work clearly spread out. "Would it bother you greatly if I was here? I don't mean to interrupt."
"If you do not rescue me from texts older than this building I will never forgive you," was Wanda's immediate response, looking relieved at the interruption. She loved her work, she really did, but sometimes a break was worth more than all the money in the world. Wanda smiled at him as she got to her feet so she could offer her hand out. "Perhaps I should get your name first, though. Wanda Maximoff."
Taking her hand, he smiled widely. "Far be it from me to turn down a request from a beautiful woman. I'm Warren Worthington, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
He almost kissed her hand but that would be too cliche. Instead, he quirked an eyebrow. "Any other way I can distract you? I'm happy to please."
Wanda laughed, amused and delighted. He was almost too much. "I bet you would be. Well, being saved from never ending paperwork is a good start to the distraction." She gestured at the wine. "If you can find another glass, I'd be happy to share with you as a reward." She stooped to pick up the bottle, and stepped over the papers easily without disturbing them.
"Have you been at the mansion long? It'd be a shame to have missed meeting you before this if you have."
Warren shook his head. "No, and I don't technically live here, although I seem to be here often enough that I'm spending a small fortune in gas." Looking around the room, he found a small cabinet so he made his way there.
"I'd have to say it's probably been a month or so since I was introduced to this location," he continued, opening the cabinet. Inside he was pleased to see a random assortment of dishes, including some plastic tumblers. "Rather gauche of me, but here are some glasses. Just promise me there are no photographs being taken tonight. I'd hate to have this in the paper."
"I can just see the headlines now. Scandal! Warren Worthington found fully dressed with an attractive brunette as he drank from plastic glasses! You'll set the entire gossip world on its head." Still, the tumbler held a decent amount of wine when Wanda poured it, so that was something. She rescued her own glass from the floor so she could top it off.
"What brought you to the mansion in the first place besides the plastic tumblers of wine and gorgeous women?"
"You mean there's more?" He gave her a look of mock surprise as he lifted his glass. "I'll drink to that."
"You really haven't been here long." Sipping her wine, Wanda wandered to the other side of the room, away from her work and the potential of knocking any of it over. There was a long couch under the window and she curled up on one of the cushions. "Did anything in particular bring you out this way?"
Warren wasn't quite sure how to answer that, so he took his time responding as he followed her to the couch.
Choosing to lean against the wall, he tasted the wine and smiled in approval. "Excellent cab. French?" He lifted his glass in thanks before continuing. "I suppose you can say I was introduced to this lifestyle rather abruptly. A certain redhead brought me here and while I might have been hesitant before, I am quite content to be here now. And yourself?"
Wanda's eyes narrowed slightly at the 'redhead' comment but she kept her ideas about who'd brought him to herself for the moment. "Myself? An old, possibly older than I would care to admit, resident and worker. I was a - guest of Charles' many moons ago and when he extended the offer to stay and make myself useful, I did."
Swirling the wine in her glass, she looked at him again. "So, a redhead, hmm?"
A soft smile crossed his face. "Jean Grey. Do you know her? She's a very interesting person. If I hadn't met her, I wouldn't have learned of this haven."
"There are places in a few countries where Jean and I are heavily encouraged never to return to again." That brat - Wanda was going to have to have words with her about not disclosing this. "I actually ran into her in town a while ago but she did not mention you so I am afraid you will need to dish on what one of my favorite redheads did to lure you here."
Warren gave his head a shake, his finger in the air. "A gentleman reveals nothing....although..." He gave her a coy smile. "I'd be happy to let you think whatever it is you're thinking now. Which, to be honest, is probably not very fair to Jean; however, this conversation is amusing me." He indulged in another sip of his wine, enjoying the dry flavour on his tongue.
"My darling Jean can handle my mind thinking dirty thoughts," Wanda laughed, taking another sip of wine. "She has certainly seen and heard worse." Leaning forward, she gave him a speculative look. "So what is it that you do, Mr. Worthington? I mean, I enjoy the trashy magazines as much as the next girl but I figure they exaggerate." Leaning back on the couch, she gave a coy grin of her own. "Well, mostly perhaps."
He gave a proud shrug. "I do admit, I enjoy seeing myself in print. I find I have a photogenic quality about myself that I like to share with the world." Warren put an arm up on a shelf, leaning on it casually while the other hand held firm his tumbler. "So if the gossip rags are to be believed, let me sum up what it is I do: women. And plenty of them." And that was accompanied by a wink. "In my spare time however, I'm VP of operations for my father's company. You might have heard of it. Little thing called Worthington Industries. World leader. All those buzzwords." He took another sip of his drink and gestured to her. "And yourself, Ms. Maximoff?"
Wanda had met men and women like Warren before. The puzzle and the trick was, if they stuck around, figuring out what was real and what was a front. "Nothing so exciting or glamorous, I assure you! Certainly not in the sense that I end up in magazines after a particularly exciting weekend." The glass of wine found a home on the coffee table as she tucked her legs up under her. "An occasional professor of Anthropology, though that took a backseat to my work Stateside these past few years. Or, well, few if I try to ignore the decade I have managed to spend wandering these halls. I met Jean over in Europe during my travels."
Jean may have brought him to the mansion, which meant she trusted him to a degree, but Wanda had no idea in what capacity. It had been advantageous to be cautious in the past and with all the turmoil in the world now...
"Oh, in the UK?" He shifted slightly, hand still holding the tumbler. "I admit, when I travel overseas, I tend to not have an opportunity to explore. I'm in offices in capitals and it's not much different than being here. As a professor of Anthropology, you must have visited many different locales. Why would you remain here, in one of the least interesting places in North America?”
"Work, mostly, and trust me, my work sent me to very interesting places on a fairly regular basis. It was nice to have a home base. It seems a shame you never managed to make the most of your visits overseas. Capitals are all well and good but sometimes the best experience is in some tiny town where no one speaks English." Of course, some of those tiny towns had nearly resulted in an early death but not all of them.
"One day," he responded, lifting his almost empty glass at her. "That does sound pleasant, exploring the country. The closest I seem to get to the locals is when they clean my room." This was said so matter-of-factly, it wasn't intended to offend. It was simply a reality of his world. "How long will you be here? It seems like work is also following you around."
Wanda didn't take any offense but it was strange to realize that had another path taken and she might have been one of those people cleaning his room. "Darling, work always follows me around," she sighed, though she loved it. Most of the time. "And after a too long absence, I will hopefully be back for another long duration. A wanderer I might be, but it is nice to have a home base. And yourself? How long do you see yourself staying around?"
That was an interesting question. Even though he'd been at the mansion at least two or three times a week, he still didn't see himself as staying there, as it were. "I have a residence in the city," he began, trying to find the right way to word it. "And I have no desire to take advantage of Professor Xavier's hospitality. That being said, it is rather liberating to be in a place where I can be myself, if you know what I mean. So. To answer your question, I will be around as long as I am wanted."
"You may want to be on your best behavior around Jean, then," Wanda teased. "But seriously, Charles is always gracious and he has a large home. Another guest, regardless of how long the stay, would not be a burden." Warren, she suspected, would probably be only one of a small handful of guests that probably hadn't blinked much of an eye at the mansion. She still remembered her awe - and no small amount of terror - on her part when she'd first come here as a teenager. "It is also generally a good place to be able to be yourself."
Warren nodded eagerly at the last part. "I know I should be cautious," he admitted, "but being in a place where everyone knows your deepest secret and nobody caring....it makes one want to embrace it. The first few days were strange, but as time passes and I meet more people...". He trailed off, as if remembering past encounters. "I can’t express fully how freeing it is. No one knew about my mutation before. Here, everyone knows, or can at least assume, and yet no one cares. Not even a blink of an eye." He finished with a wide dimpled smile. "Amazing."
Something that had been wound tightly inside Wanda instantly softened and she relaxed against the back of the couch. It should have been obvious that Jean would not have brought someone here, several times, without either them being a mutant or being tied to mutants in some way. She knew the Institute was tied to mutants in public ways but after New Years ... paranoid did not even begin to cover it.
"Hiding the fact that you have a gift can be difficult at the best of times but I cannot imagine the pressure of someone like yourself, constantly in the spotlight," she said sympathetically. "And no one here will judge, Warren, or well they will not judge you because of that." Now she was teasing again. "Honestly, most here will just be curious as to what you can actually do. A great deal of us take great pride in what we and our friends can do."
"So I've learned," he said with a chuckle. "It's right up there with 'what do you do?'" Setting down his now empty tumbler, he smiled. "Only in this case, what do you do can refer to your job or your powers. Mine, unfortunately....or fortunately," he added cheekily, "can only be truly appreciated when I'm topless."
There was a long pause as they stared at each other before Wanda gestured around them. "Well, Mr. Worthington, the floor is yours because you simply cannot keep a lady in suspense after a line like that!"
"And I could never disappoint a lady.". Moving more into the centre of the room, he shrugged off his suit jacket before tossing it to her. "Prada. I know you'll take care of that for me.". Reaching down, he unbuttoned his shirt and untucked it. There was a small bulge on his back, and the leather straps of his harness were visible by his shoulders. Once his shirt was removed, he unclasped the harness, and pushed it off.
Rolling his shoulders, he sighed with relief. "It's always a relief to take this off," he admitted. "Much like certain garments of your own no doubt.". Then, slowly, he unfolded his wings. It was almost impossible to spread them out to their full length, but they were still impressive. "And there you have it. Warren Worthington. Unbared."
Despite the urge she'd had to casually toss down the jacket, Wanda wasn't mean. Well, most of the time. So she lost some of the show as he'd unbuttoned while putting it in a safe place and whatever smart remarks she was going to say, or perhaps whistle during the rest of the undressing, died the moment she'd spotted the harness.
It wasn't an easy task to impress Wanda Maximoff. She'd seen some incredible sights in her life and considered herself fairly unflappable but watching the white wings uncurl, well, that was an impressive sight.
"You have managed to hide those your entire life?" she finally asked, slipping off the couch to peer at them from another angle. "Is the harness painful? Also, if you knock over my papers with a gust of wind, we will have words."
Obliging, he turned around and with practiced ease, slowly folded them up, pushing them up close to his back. "They're very flexible," he replied. "The harness just helps push them down that much more so they're not visible. It doesn't hurt, per se but it does feel better without it."
Warren gave her a cocky grin. "I showed you mine, how about you show me yours?"
"Sorry, handsome, this show requires clothing to still be on." Wanda retreated back to the couch to give her more distance between his wings and her - just in case. A half thought later and a red light filled the room as energy pulsed around her raised hands. "No touching," she said, her voice just a little sharp, though not unkind. "This is the flashy side of my powers and everything else I do is something only I can see. I manipulate chaos energy - you know, the butterfly flaps its wings in China and there's a hurricane on the other side of the world? I manipulate those forces and those outcomes. If it seems improbable that something happens, it's because I made it happen."
The light died out and she retook her seat as she found her wine glass again. "The energy you saw was pure entropy. It really does not do fun things when it touches anything other than me. Tends to make things go boom."
Warren watched in rapt fascination. Other people's mutations were truly a wonder. When the light subsided, he couldn't help himself. He clapped a few times, a wide grin firmly planted on his face. "That was amazing! So everything you do, there's an equal and yet improbable reaction? You're a physics lesson unto yourself!"
Most people were slightly turned off by the negative aspects of her powers and Wanda wondered exactly how much exposure to any other powers other than his own hidden ones had Warren had. But since she quite delighted in them, she was rather pleased at the reaction. "They can be rather useful," she said with a smile though her eyes were drawn back to his wings. "I take it those are not just for show? They do actually let you fly?"
"Well they're not just for show," he replied, twinkle in his eye. "I can fly very well, actually, and fairly high as well. The light air doesn't seem to bother me -- I can only assume its part of my mutation." His smile broadened. "Remind me to take you up some time. It's very enjoyable."
"I will have to take you up on it when it is a little less freezing outside." It was an intriguing offer. There had been enough telekinetics and flyers in the mansion to ensure Wanda had been off the ground more than a few times, mostly during missions or trainings, but Warren's wings introduced a totally new dimension to it. "Alright, Mr. Worthington," Wanda teasingly continued, "kindly redress before I find myself fainting."
He gave a shrug with a smile. "Unfortunately, it takes some effort to get myself properly suited, so I will have to bid you adieu in order to do so." He picked up the plastic tumbler, and gave her one final dimpled grin. "Until next time, Wanda. I look forward to speaking to you again."
She shook her head in amusement and waved him off, already knowing she was only a few minutes away from picking up her work and heading out as well. After all, she needed to find Jean and get her to spill everything.
It was never too early for wine. Sadly, it was never too late for work. Wanda was sprawled in one of the sunrooms surrounded by paperwork, a glass and a bottle of red wine. She had her own office there, had rooms even, but had felt trapped enough by the work so she'd decided to spread out a little bit. Wanda frowned at the text in front of her and tried to translate it, wishing she had Doug on hand.
But at least she had wine.
It seemed every time Warren came to the mansion, he found himself in a new place. Even for someone who grew up in wealth, the estate was impressive.
With his hands in his pockets, he walked around aimlessly, humming to himself as usual. Wandering into a sunroom, he appreciated the warmth for a moment before realizing there was someone else there. He really did need to work on his observational skills.
"I apologise," he stated, refering to the work clearly spread out. "Would it bother you greatly if I was here? I don't mean to interrupt."
"If you do not rescue me from texts older than this building I will never forgive you," was Wanda's immediate response, looking relieved at the interruption. She loved her work, she really did, but sometimes a break was worth more than all the money in the world. Wanda smiled at him as she got to her feet so she could offer her hand out. "Perhaps I should get your name first, though. Wanda Maximoff."
Taking her hand, he smiled widely. "Far be it from me to turn down a request from a beautiful woman. I'm Warren Worthington, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
He almost kissed her hand but that would be too cliche. Instead, he quirked an eyebrow. "Any other way I can distract you? I'm happy to please."
Wanda laughed, amused and delighted. He was almost too much. "I bet you would be. Well, being saved from never ending paperwork is a good start to the distraction." She gestured at the wine. "If you can find another glass, I'd be happy to share with you as a reward." She stooped to pick up the bottle, and stepped over the papers easily without disturbing them.
"Have you been at the mansion long? It'd be a shame to have missed meeting you before this if you have."
Warren shook his head. "No, and I don't technically live here, although I seem to be here often enough that I'm spending a small fortune in gas." Looking around the room, he found a small cabinet so he made his way there.
"I'd have to say it's probably been a month or so since I was introduced to this location," he continued, opening the cabinet. Inside he was pleased to see a random assortment of dishes, including some plastic tumblers. "Rather gauche of me, but here are some glasses. Just promise me there are no photographs being taken tonight. I'd hate to have this in the paper."
"I can just see the headlines now. Scandal! Warren Worthington found fully dressed with an attractive brunette as he drank from plastic glasses! You'll set the entire gossip world on its head." Still, the tumbler held a decent amount of wine when Wanda poured it, so that was something. She rescued her own glass from the floor so she could top it off.
"What brought you to the mansion in the first place besides the plastic tumblers of wine and gorgeous women?"
"You mean there's more?" He gave her a look of mock surprise as he lifted his glass. "I'll drink to that."
"You really haven't been here long." Sipping her wine, Wanda wandered to the other side of the room, away from her work and the potential of knocking any of it over. There was a long couch under the window and she curled up on one of the cushions. "Did anything in particular bring you out this way?"
Warren wasn't quite sure how to answer that, so he took his time responding as he followed her to the couch.
Choosing to lean against the wall, he tasted the wine and smiled in approval. "Excellent cab. French?" He lifted his glass in thanks before continuing. "I suppose you can say I was introduced to this lifestyle rather abruptly. A certain redhead brought me here and while I might have been hesitant before, I am quite content to be here now. And yourself?"
Wanda's eyes narrowed slightly at the 'redhead' comment but she kept her ideas about who'd brought him to herself for the moment. "Myself? An old, possibly older than I would care to admit, resident and worker. I was a - guest of Charles' many moons ago and when he extended the offer to stay and make myself useful, I did."
Swirling the wine in her glass, she looked at him again. "So, a redhead, hmm?"
A soft smile crossed his face. "Jean Grey. Do you know her? She's a very interesting person. If I hadn't met her, I wouldn't have learned of this haven."
"There are places in a few countries where Jean and I are heavily encouraged never to return to again." That brat - Wanda was going to have to have words with her about not disclosing this. "I actually ran into her in town a while ago but she did not mention you so I am afraid you will need to dish on what one of my favorite redheads did to lure you here."
Warren gave his head a shake, his finger in the air. "A gentleman reveals nothing....although..." He gave her a coy smile. "I'd be happy to let you think whatever it is you're thinking now. Which, to be honest, is probably not very fair to Jean; however, this conversation is amusing me." He indulged in another sip of his wine, enjoying the dry flavour on his tongue.
"My darling Jean can handle my mind thinking dirty thoughts," Wanda laughed, taking another sip of wine. "She has certainly seen and heard worse." Leaning forward, she gave him a speculative look. "So what is it that you do, Mr. Worthington? I mean, I enjoy the trashy magazines as much as the next girl but I figure they exaggerate." Leaning back on the couch, she gave a coy grin of her own. "Well, mostly perhaps."
He gave a proud shrug. "I do admit, I enjoy seeing myself in print. I find I have a photogenic quality about myself that I like to share with the world." Warren put an arm up on a shelf, leaning on it casually while the other hand held firm his tumbler. "So if the gossip rags are to be believed, let me sum up what it is I do: women. And plenty of them." And that was accompanied by a wink. "In my spare time however, I'm VP of operations for my father's company. You might have heard of it. Little thing called Worthington Industries. World leader. All those buzzwords." He took another sip of his drink and gestured to her. "And yourself, Ms. Maximoff?"
Wanda had met men and women like Warren before. The puzzle and the trick was, if they stuck around, figuring out what was real and what was a front. "Nothing so exciting or glamorous, I assure you! Certainly not in the sense that I end up in magazines after a particularly exciting weekend." The glass of wine found a home on the coffee table as she tucked her legs up under her. "An occasional professor of Anthropology, though that took a backseat to my work Stateside these past few years. Or, well, few if I try to ignore the decade I have managed to spend wandering these halls. I met Jean over in Europe during my travels."
Jean may have brought him to the mansion, which meant she trusted him to a degree, but Wanda had no idea in what capacity. It had been advantageous to be cautious in the past and with all the turmoil in the world now...
"Oh, in the UK?" He shifted slightly, hand still holding the tumbler. "I admit, when I travel overseas, I tend to not have an opportunity to explore. I'm in offices in capitals and it's not much different than being here. As a professor of Anthropology, you must have visited many different locales. Why would you remain here, in one of the least interesting places in North America?”
"Work, mostly, and trust me, my work sent me to very interesting places on a fairly regular basis. It was nice to have a home base. It seems a shame you never managed to make the most of your visits overseas. Capitals are all well and good but sometimes the best experience is in some tiny town where no one speaks English." Of course, some of those tiny towns had nearly resulted in an early death but not all of them.
"One day," he responded, lifting his almost empty glass at her. "That does sound pleasant, exploring the country. The closest I seem to get to the locals is when they clean my room." This was said so matter-of-factly, it wasn't intended to offend. It was simply a reality of his world. "How long will you be here? It seems like work is also following you around."
Wanda didn't take any offense but it was strange to realize that had another path taken and she might have been one of those people cleaning his room. "Darling, work always follows me around," she sighed, though she loved it. Most of the time. "And after a too long absence, I will hopefully be back for another long duration. A wanderer I might be, but it is nice to have a home base. And yourself? How long do you see yourself staying around?"
That was an interesting question. Even though he'd been at the mansion at least two or three times a week, he still didn't see himself as staying there, as it were. "I have a residence in the city," he began, trying to find the right way to word it. "And I have no desire to take advantage of Professor Xavier's hospitality. That being said, it is rather liberating to be in a place where I can be myself, if you know what I mean. So. To answer your question, I will be around as long as I am wanted."
"You may want to be on your best behavior around Jean, then," Wanda teased. "But seriously, Charles is always gracious and he has a large home. Another guest, regardless of how long the stay, would not be a burden." Warren, she suspected, would probably be only one of a small handful of guests that probably hadn't blinked much of an eye at the mansion. She still remembered her awe - and no small amount of terror - on her part when she'd first come here as a teenager. "It is also generally a good place to be able to be yourself."
Warren nodded eagerly at the last part. "I know I should be cautious," he admitted, "but being in a place where everyone knows your deepest secret and nobody caring....it makes one want to embrace it. The first few days were strange, but as time passes and I meet more people...". He trailed off, as if remembering past encounters. "I can’t express fully how freeing it is. No one knew about my mutation before. Here, everyone knows, or can at least assume, and yet no one cares. Not even a blink of an eye." He finished with a wide dimpled smile. "Amazing."
Something that had been wound tightly inside Wanda instantly softened and she relaxed against the back of the couch. It should have been obvious that Jean would not have brought someone here, several times, without either them being a mutant or being tied to mutants in some way. She knew the Institute was tied to mutants in public ways but after New Years ... paranoid did not even begin to cover it.
"Hiding the fact that you have a gift can be difficult at the best of times but I cannot imagine the pressure of someone like yourself, constantly in the spotlight," she said sympathetically. "And no one here will judge, Warren, or well they will not judge you because of that." Now she was teasing again. "Honestly, most here will just be curious as to what you can actually do. A great deal of us take great pride in what we and our friends can do."
"So I've learned," he said with a chuckle. "It's right up there with 'what do you do?'" Setting down his now empty tumbler, he smiled. "Only in this case, what do you do can refer to your job or your powers. Mine, unfortunately....or fortunately," he added cheekily, "can only be truly appreciated when I'm topless."
There was a long pause as they stared at each other before Wanda gestured around them. "Well, Mr. Worthington, the floor is yours because you simply cannot keep a lady in suspense after a line like that!"
"And I could never disappoint a lady.". Moving more into the centre of the room, he shrugged off his suit jacket before tossing it to her. "Prada. I know you'll take care of that for me.". Reaching down, he unbuttoned his shirt and untucked it. There was a small bulge on his back, and the leather straps of his harness were visible by his shoulders. Once his shirt was removed, he unclasped the harness, and pushed it off.
Rolling his shoulders, he sighed with relief. "It's always a relief to take this off," he admitted. "Much like certain garments of your own no doubt.". Then, slowly, he unfolded his wings. It was almost impossible to spread them out to their full length, but they were still impressive. "And there you have it. Warren Worthington. Unbared."
Despite the urge she'd had to casually toss down the jacket, Wanda wasn't mean. Well, most of the time. So she lost some of the show as he'd unbuttoned while putting it in a safe place and whatever smart remarks she was going to say, or perhaps whistle during the rest of the undressing, died the moment she'd spotted the harness.
It wasn't an easy task to impress Wanda Maximoff. She'd seen some incredible sights in her life and considered herself fairly unflappable but watching the white wings uncurl, well, that was an impressive sight.
"You have managed to hide those your entire life?" she finally asked, slipping off the couch to peer at them from another angle. "Is the harness painful? Also, if you knock over my papers with a gust of wind, we will have words."
Obliging, he turned around and with practiced ease, slowly folded them up, pushing them up close to his back. "They're very flexible," he replied. "The harness just helps push them down that much more so they're not visible. It doesn't hurt, per se but it does feel better without it."
Warren gave her a cocky grin. "I showed you mine, how about you show me yours?"
"Sorry, handsome, this show requires clothing to still be on." Wanda retreated back to the couch to give her more distance between his wings and her - just in case. A half thought later and a red light filled the room as energy pulsed around her raised hands. "No touching," she said, her voice just a little sharp, though not unkind. "This is the flashy side of my powers and everything else I do is something only I can see. I manipulate chaos energy - you know, the butterfly flaps its wings in China and there's a hurricane on the other side of the world? I manipulate those forces and those outcomes. If it seems improbable that something happens, it's because I made it happen."
The light died out and she retook her seat as she found her wine glass again. "The energy you saw was pure entropy. It really does not do fun things when it touches anything other than me. Tends to make things go boom."
Warren watched in rapt fascination. Other people's mutations were truly a wonder. When the light subsided, he couldn't help himself. He clapped a few times, a wide grin firmly planted on his face. "That was amazing! So everything you do, there's an equal and yet improbable reaction? You're a physics lesson unto yourself!"
Most people were slightly turned off by the negative aspects of her powers and Wanda wondered exactly how much exposure to any other powers other than his own hidden ones had Warren had. But since she quite delighted in them, she was rather pleased at the reaction. "They can be rather useful," she said with a smile though her eyes were drawn back to his wings. "I take it those are not just for show? They do actually let you fly?"
"Well they're not just for show," he replied, twinkle in his eye. "I can fly very well, actually, and fairly high as well. The light air doesn't seem to bother me -- I can only assume its part of my mutation." His smile broadened. "Remind me to take you up some time. It's very enjoyable."
"I will have to take you up on it when it is a little less freezing outside." It was an intriguing offer. There had been enough telekinetics and flyers in the mansion to ensure Wanda had been off the ground more than a few times, mostly during missions or trainings, but Warren's wings introduced a totally new dimension to it. "Alright, Mr. Worthington," Wanda teasingly continued, "kindly redress before I find myself fainting."
He gave a shrug with a smile. "Unfortunately, it takes some effort to get myself properly suited, so I will have to bid you adieu in order to do so." He picked up the plastic tumbler, and gave her one final dimpled grin. "Until next time, Wanda. I look forward to speaking to you again."
She shook her head in amusement and waved him off, already knowing she was only a few minutes away from picking up her work and heading out as well. After all, she needed to find Jean and get her to spill everything.
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