He did it again. And again. And again. Whenever she was in danger he was always the one there to save her. She called him her guardian angel. But did she really mean it?
She was almost 10 years older than him. Maybe she viewed him as a kid. Maybe she was only looking out for him, like a big sister. Maybe she didn't like him at all.
Maybe maybe maybe. It made his head swim. Why couldn't anything in life just be straightforward? He wanted to clear his muddled brain. Maybe he could.
Again with the maybe.
He was handed a black uniform to the sound of applause. Many looked on with pride, and some with jealousy. Others seemed like they could care less. Like Amara. He saw her sitting listlessly in the back, not clapping. It hurt to see that she didn't care, but not as much as it normally would. He had someone to fill that void now.
"Warren Worthington, I present this uniform to you as the newest X-Man. You will be the defender of both humans and mutants, and will fight to make the world a better place for all. I know you will do well." Professor X smiled at him, and Warren smiled back. The other X-Men came and shook his hand. When Cyclops came up to him, he leaned in and whispered in Warren's ear. "I still think you're too young. Prove me wrong."
So Warren set out to do so. They put him through multiple training classes, teaching him how to deal with different situations while causing the least amount of damage. He learned how to maximise his ability so save as many people as he could, and how to deal with emergencies. They also taught him hand-to-hand combat, although they said he would probably never use it. He was there for extraction and surveillance, while more physical members like Logan or Cyclops would be the ones in battle. But it was still amazing.
He was needed almost immediately. He and Storm, being the flying members of the team, were supposed to watch and wait for a certain man that was selling illegal weapons. Storm brought some fog for cover, and they hovered in the air, waiting. Eventually he came, and they alerted the others, but the man must've heard them. He pulled a gun from inside his jacket and aimed it at the sky, firing a blazing blue energy beam. He shoved Storm out of the way, and it barely missed her. But that time the Wolverine had moved in and taken the man down. She was grateful, of course, but she wasn't overly affectionate.
Warren found himself disappointed. He had overly strong feelings for Storm, even though he was so young. And he knew that he shouldn't, but he did anyways. He wanted her to understand how he felt. But she didn't, not really.
So he saved her again. And again. And again. On every mission he found a way to save her life. Maybe he was being overly dramatic. But she didn't seem to mind.
On one particular mission they were investigating a rogue mutant supposedly calling himself the Nightcrawler. The professor had tracked him with his telepathic powers to a nearby church, so he sent the team out to meet him. When they got to the church it was abandoned. But the Wolverine had picked up his scent, so they waited.
Hours passed, and still nothing. Warren randomly rustled his wings, and then heard an echo of the rustling feathers. No, wait, not an echo…
Before he could say anything a figure dropped from above. It let out a wild scream, heading straight towards Storm. She had no time to react as the figure was barreled out of the way in a flurry of feathers. Warren grabbed the figure's waist and pulled him out of the air, pinning him to the ground. But then all of the sudden it was gone, and Warren was left on top of nothing. The thing was gone, and a dazed Warren stood up shakily.
Storm walked over to him. "Thanks," she whispered, sending shivers down his spine. "You're like my guardian angel."