#bicrawler

quit it or i'll bite

*

It was probably justified. Bobby Drake at sixteen was an annoying little gremlin, and even at thirty-five, Warren had some leftover teenage angst which Bobby’s shrill voice activated within him. They had had a disagreement over something, and while Warren should have been the bigger man and let this go, he instead decided to get even. 

This was Bobby. Not his Bobby, but a Bobby that would commit the sins of annoying him at some point in his life. He wouldn’t have a screaming match with a teenager, but he was going to drag this teenager halfway across the Jean Grey school to demand his Bobby for an apology. 

Warren had Bobby tucked underneath his arm, as they were airborne. Bobby was thrashing in his arms. He was very obviously not enjoying the fact that this Warren didn’t pull any of his punches. 

“Put me down, or I’ll bite!” Bobby screamed, it was a move that usually worked when his Warren used it. He hated the idea of being immobilized in mid-air with no way down. His reflexes weren’t quick enough to create an ice bridge if he fell, not yet anyway. 

“Okay,” Warren said flatly, but with a wry smile on his face, “I will.”  

 Bobby didn’t count on the fact that Warren developed a sense of humor in the decades that he hadn’t lived through yet. Warren let go of Bobby, sending him into freefall. Bobby’s heart almost stopped when he felt the whirlwind, knowing that he might be die. He began screaming, calling out for help.

But before he knew it, he was caught again by Warren. It was only a few seconds of paralyzing fear, but Warren caught him. He was now blue, with metallic wings, and deep crimson eyes. He had that fucking annoying smile that he always had when he got his way. 

Bobby gripped tightly onto Archangel, shivering in fear, knowing that Warren had developed a sick sense of humor because he had died a couple of times. They landed on the lush green grass of the quad area with a thud, and Warren let Bobby down, but Bobby was still gripping onto him. 

This Warren was a lot colder than his Warren and was a lot meaner. 

“You can let me go, you’re on the ground now,” Warren said, he hadn’t quite let Bobby go, as a response to Bobby’s iron grip on his back. “You can’t fall through the ground.” 

“How do I know you’re not going to toss me up in the air and try to kill me again?” Bobby whined. It was a valid response, considering Warren had just considered manslaughter a few moments ago. 

This is all a fucking disaster. 

*

Trevor fell back into the bed. He rubbed his face with his hands and sighed loudly. “This is all a fucking disaster.” 

“It’s not that bad,” Evan responded, walking into the room behind him. “It could have been worse.” 

Evan was empathetic was Trevor’s situation, but he was more concerned about the fact that Trevor was tracking dirt into the bedroom with his dress shoes still on. He stared awkwardly at Trevor’s feet as Trevor lamented the situation. 

“My boss is going to kill me. And I mean, actually, kill me, how could I lose a story like that? It would’ve been my breakthrough hit! I can’t believe someone sabotaged this for me.” 

The story was about an anti-mutant group, but somehow it had been disbanded within the last forty-eight hours. Trevor had plans to infiltrate the group and coerce information out of the people there, but everything went to shit this morning when no of the concrete members he had originally hunted down even remembered that it existed. 

This had the hands of someone meddling into this just to fuck with Trevor, but Evan wouldn’t bring it up right now. There were more pressing matters at hand. 

“I’m sure that it will be fine.” Evan approached Trevor and sat next to him. His weight caused the bed to creak slightly. Trevor’s bed was not reinforced, and this was a common occurrence. “You have evidence right?” 

Evan playfully knocked his knee against his boyfriends. Perhaps that would give him the hint of taking his shoes off. 

“Yeah, why?” All of Trevor’s eyes looked towards Evan. 

“Why not write a story on how this cult or whatever it is suddenly disappeared? There has to be a good mystery behind that.” Evan suggested. 

Trevor shot up immediately, getting up on the bed with his shoes on, to hug Evan. “Oh my God, you’re right! There has to be a story there! You’re such a genius!”