<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSXJ_qsTspmIFV8HCtlGIF6gvSNP16htmZuz9HlCNeCMeSwNpDR)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Archangel<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>: Warren Worthington III<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Hallway<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 11:20 Am<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wanda<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Anything goes<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRUGOJsBuqdoPw0qVCHg3zbwCrQcUQHRfc2CVY8NHpPhUetJshP)</div></div><br/><br/>Warren nodded, accepting the coffee.  "I know what you mean about not liking looking in the mirror.  Sometimes, I hate what I see.  Sometimes I miss my old wings.  No, I always miss my old wings.  They were so much a part of me, so much a part of who I was, who I am.  In some ways, these wings are technically superior.  More durable, more able to hold a fine edge. They're weapons, not limbs and sometimes, sometimes..."  He paused looking down before looking back up, meeting her eyes, with his own haunted ones.  "Sometimes I like that."<br/><br/>He set the coffee cup down and started pacing the room.  His wings, sensing his distress, reacted by extending themselves.  With an effort, Warren folded them back into place.  "They have a mind of their own sometimes and it isn't very nice.  I would do anything to have my old wings back but that's never going to happen.  They were taken away and I made a literal deal with the devil to get them back but I got these instead.  I was just that desperate to fly again."<br/><br/>He looked at Wanda, taking her hand.  He raised it to his lips.  "I'm rich, I'm good looking and, if you don't compare me to Gambit, I can be charming.  I'm also incredibly broken.  You're a beautiful woman, Wanda.  If you were mine, I would show you incredible things.  I would make you love me and then I would do something to push you away, because I don't deserve someone as special as you.  If you tell me to take my clothes off for science, I will do my best to seduce you out of yours, to push things over the line and make them forever awkward between us.  I don't want to do that, because I like you and I respect you.  If there was a chance that I could make something work with you, I'd do it but I also know I'd do something to screw it up, because that's what I do.  I don't deserve to be happy."<br/><br/>Then he smiled a twisted smile.  "Regretting asking me how I was feeling?"