<div class="floatleft">(http://static.thefrisky.com/uploads/2010/03/10/Jason_Lewis_main-320x213.jpg)</div>Code Name: ArchAngel<br/>Real Name: Warren<br/>Location: Outside the Empire Diner, New York City<br/>Date/Time: 6:20 am - Friday May 27th 2016<br/>Tagging: Everyone<br/>Content: Old friends<br/>Wearing: As pictured<br/><hr/><br/>"All that whining about shotgun and you end up sitting behind Bobby when I ask him to drive. You hurt my head, Maximoff. And no hitting on Bobby while he's driving. You need to fill out a six page questionnaire in triplicate, there is a background check..."<br/><br/>He wasn't serious of course. Bobby was a grown man and could make his own bad choices without Warren running interference.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure how he ended up in the middle of the back seat, with Pietro on one side and Rogue on the other. He'd chosen the back seat to quiet his wings. A hold-over from his time with Apocalypse, they were semi-sentient and had a dark nature that craved blood. No matter how much it hurt to be near her, it wasn't an excuse to murder her in cold blood.<br/><br/>His wings disagreed.<br/><br/>"So, read any good books lately?" he asked Rogue. It was an effort not to stretch his arms out to enfold her shoulders and Pietros. Certainly he had to clasp his hands in his lap to avoid playing with her far shoulder.<br/><br/>Starting any thing with Rogue would be playing with fire.