Warren Worthington III was a patient man. A patient gentleman.
For a long time, he'd courted Laura. He'd courted the Wolverine. It had been amazing. It had been "a blast," Bobby would say. And they made a great team.
And for sure, there was an attraction. Both physical and romantic. He thought Laura was beautiful. He hoped she felt the same way.
Well, he had hoped that, anyway. He couldn't care less what she thought of him now. And he was a mess, anyway. Maybe bloodied, definitely covered in dirt, asphalt dust, and God knew what else...at least he didn't look like she had earlier. He almost vomited again just thinking about it.
She'd looked like death. No, she was death. He remembered saying something like, "This is what dead looks like!" And then the healing factor had kicked in, and...his stomach turned again.
Frankly, if the Blob hadn't been a threat at that point, he didn't know what he would have done with himself. Probably shout. Maybe run. As it was, the Blob had let him cool off a little. By about one percent.
Laura always charged into danger, without thinking about it. She'd gotten...complacent. That's what his father would have said. His father said that about a lot of things, though. Mostly his own son. Sometimes Angel thought that about himself.
But Laura would always reassure him that she heals. That yes, it hurts, but she heals. Warren would always tell her that no, it's not okay. Yes, you can take risks, Laura, but you cannot risk us. And by us, he meant himself and Laura, and the rest of the X-Men. After all, she was one of the best fighters around, but her fighting was getting sloppier and sloppier. Hence the Blob fiasco at the diner.
And so, by losing her focus and forgetting her training, she was putting him in danger. In danger of dying, and of losing her. Had Blob not been interested in him...Warren didn't want to think about it. It would have been Laura's fault, for not calling the others.
Warren felt a twinge of guilt. Why didn't he call them? Earlier, that was, when he was not under a large beast.
Then he heard his father again. His father would have said you can't change it now. Laura would just have to face the music. Because Warren Worthington III had run out of patience.
And so, Warren was an angry man. He was angry at himself, for not calling his friends in. Angry at Laura for being...well, stupid.
Which was why he'd let himself go. Bobby would have called it "going ham." Pun intended.
He hoped he'd taught Laura a lesson. For now, he would fume. Bobby would try to talk it out later. No, wait, it would be Hank. Bobby was a nice guy, but he would be nervous about approaching him, at least when he was like this. Hank had a big heart, and lacked the reservations Bobby had. Then, Warren would shrug Hank off and fume some more.
Maybe Scott would try to talk to him as well. Scott was easier to handle, though. Scott had a temper, so they would both end up fuming. Which Warren preferred to a heart-to-heart right now.
Warren heard the voice of a panicking Evan. Something was going on. Scott was missing.
Warren Worthington was a patient man who had run out of patience. But he had other matters to attend to.