1 I keep wondering how Angel kept his mutation secret for most of his life.
Here's my answer. As always, all characters belong to Marvel.
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His first memory was of sitting on the floor, his corduroy-clad body lost in the deep pile of the carpet. He was so young, perhaps two or three. He remembers looking up at Nana, her brightly colored sewing bag at her side, mending his shirts.
Even then he knew he was different.
And now, hidden away in his penthouse overlooking the skyscrapers of New York City, his difference was consuming him.
Nana Palin was his nanny, the only person that he had ever really considered family. He remembered her stories of how she came overseas before he was even born, hired by his family to take care of him. His mother and father were affluent members of high society and the duties of maintaining their fortune and status delegated his upbringing to another.
Nana was a wonderful woman, and the only reason that his.defect.had been hidden as long as it had been. He wondered what had gone through her mind when she first noticed the nubs between his shoulder blades. Had she discovered it while bathing him? Or perhaps early in the morning, while she was readying him for preschool. Regardless, she had kept it all a secret, mending his clothing to accommodate his growing wings.
His mother always commented on how beautiful her boy was. But Nana always made a point to tell him how special he was.
"Warren luv, you are different, a bit like me in fact, but that makes you no less of a human." Warren remembered Nana saying this, as his action figures danced across the table.
She lowered her hand, and the ghostly movements of the figures came to a halt. "But you must remember this; people aren't ready for you yet. You must not abuse your gift. Nae, you must respect them. Use them to help others who haven't the gifts you've been blessed with." And then she would smooth his hair down, and kiss his forehead.
Oh, how he missed that.
Now he sat in his overstuffed chair, his big-screen TV flashing in front of him. Nana was gone, and he was utterly lost. He stopped on a channel, and sat for a moment, watching the big blue superhero bound across buildings, his sidekick flying behind him. The blue one stopped, and the white one following landed next to him, folding his wings into a pouch with the simple touch of a button.
[Oh, I wish it were that easy] he mused as he turned the TV off.
He sighed, picked up his trenchcoat, and went to his window. There were better things he could do with his time. Minutes later he was in flight, the wind rushing by him, Nana's voice in his ears. He landed near a playground, and quickly shrugged on his coat. Taking a seat on a bench, he looked at the playing children.
Haley looked up from the slide, and waved to him with a smile.
Warren Worthington III smiled back. Compared to all of his riches, this was by far the most valuable. Though Xavier's Institute promised a new life, it would have to wait. He had Nana to look after him, and now Haley would have an Angel of her own.
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His first memory was of sitting on the floor, his corduroy-clad body lost in the deep pile of the carpet. He was so young, perhaps two or three. He remembers looking up at Nana, her brightly colored sewing bag at her side, mending his shirts.
Even then he knew he was different.
And now, hidden away in his penthouse overlooking the skyscrapers of New York City, his difference was consuming him.
Nana Palin was his nanny, the only person that he had ever really considered family. He remembered her stories of how she came overseas before he was even born, hired by his family to take care of him. His mother and father were affluent members of high society and the duties of maintaining their fortune and status delegated his upbringing to another.
Nana was a wonderful woman, and the only reason that his.defect.had been hidden as long as it had been. He wondered what had gone through her mind when she first noticed the nubs between his shoulder blades. Had she discovered it while bathing him? Or perhaps early in the morning, while she was readying him for preschool. Regardless, she had kept it all a secret, mending his clothing to accommodate his growing wings.
His mother always commented on how beautiful her boy was. But Nana always made a point to tell him how special he was.
"Warren luv, you are different, a bit like me in fact, but that makes you no less of a human." Warren remembered Nana saying this, as his action figures danced across the table.
She lowered her hand, and the ghostly movements of the figures came to a halt. "But you must remember this; people aren't ready for you yet. You must not abuse your gift. Nae, you must respect them. Use them to help others who haven't the gifts you've been blessed with." And then she would smooth his hair down, and kiss his forehead.
Oh, how he missed that.
Now he sat in his overstuffed chair, his big-screen TV flashing in front of him. Nana was gone, and he was utterly lost. He stopped on a channel, and sat for a moment, watching the big blue superhero bound across buildings, his sidekick flying behind him. The blue one stopped, and the white one following landed next to him, folding his wings into a pouch with the simple touch of a button.
[Oh, I wish it were that easy] he mused as he turned the TV off.
He sighed, picked up his trenchcoat, and went to his window. There were better things he could do with his time. Minutes later he was in flight, the wind rushing by him, Nana's voice in his ears. He landed near a playground, and quickly shrugged on his coat. Taking a seat on a bench, he looked at the playing children.
Haley looked up from the slide, and waved to him with a smile.
Warren Worthington III smiled back. Compared to all of his riches, this was by far the most valuable. Though Xavier's Institute promised a new life, it would have to wait. He had Nana to look after him, and now Haley would have an Angel of her own.
