<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/>Warren squeezed Elizabeth's hand.  "Still has all your favourites," he said, before starting the engine.  What he<em>didn't </em>say was that he hadn't changed the bar on the plane at all.  It was exactly the way it was the last time she'd been on it.  There had been the occasional upgrade of the furniture or the entertainment system but the bar inventory had not been changed.<br/><br/>Why?<br/><br/>Because Warren liked torturing himself with 'might-have-beens'.<br/><br/>"Buckle up, everyone," he said, settling himself into the driver's seat.  His wings weren't enjoying being pinned against the seat and that was the least of it.  They knew how much pain Psylocke's presence was likely to cause.  If they slipped out just a little, no one would notice until the blood started flowing and she started dying....<br/><br/>The driver's door burst open and Warren was suddenly standing outside the SUV.  "You know what, Pietro?  You do get shotgun.   Bobby, you're driving.  I feel like being chauffeured.  Shift over Wanda.  Either that or I get the middle.  A thorn between two roses."