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x_muses2014-10-31 09:51 pm
greenarcher) wrote in x_muses2014-10-31 09:51 pm
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[ with whoneedsahalo ] "Any time you need a friend."
As much as Oliver wished he had been able to get away when he received the news that his old school friend (and fellow superhero), Warren Worthington, had been badly hurt and nearly killed. He and Warren had gone to the same private boarding school together, being room mates the last two years until graduation. They got close, and of course, Oliver knew Warren was a mutant. Warren had been one of the first people to come to Star City and see Oliver when he came back from being shipwrecked, so there was no doubt about it that Oliver had to return the favour.
He didn't know anything about Warren's condition. In fact, Felicity had just handed him a media release that said Warren was dead, and it was apparently splashed all over the media now. Oliver didn't know what to think, but he had formed a great alliance with the X-Men and had mutants on his vigilante team in Star City. He knew he should be able to get correct information direct from the source.
Now he was being brought down to the clinic within the huge X-Mansion by Gambit, who told Pyro to fuck off in his native Cajun tongue. It was probably a miracle that Pyro didn't set the place on fire in protest, but after a glare at Oliver and a warning that if he upset Warren at all, he would like his dick on fire, Pyro stalked out of the clinic to give Oliver some time with his old friend. Warren was asleep, so Oliver sat down beside his bed, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he took in the state Warren was in. Fuck, if ever there was a reason to keep doing his own work as the Green Arrow, it was things like this.
It was a little while before Warren woke up and Oliver sat forward a little in his chair when he did. "C'mon, mate, I know you like attention but a mutant with wings falling off a building? That's taking it a bit too far, isn't it?" he joked quietly, though there was worry in his tone. "The papers are reporting you're dead. I was starting to wonder if I would need to bring my Ouija Board."
He didn't know anything about Warren's condition. In fact, Felicity had just handed him a media release that said Warren was dead, and it was apparently splashed all over the media now. Oliver didn't know what to think, but he had formed a great alliance with the X-Men and had mutants on his vigilante team in Star City. He knew he should be able to get correct information direct from the source.
Now he was being brought down to the clinic within the huge X-Mansion by Gambit, who told Pyro to fuck off in his native Cajun tongue. It was probably a miracle that Pyro didn't set the place on fire in protest, but after a glare at Oliver and a warning that if he upset Warren at all, he would like his dick on fire, Pyro stalked out of the clinic to give Oliver some time with his old friend. Warren was asleep, so Oliver sat down beside his bed, rubbing a hand over his mouth as he took in the state Warren was in. Fuck, if ever there was a reason to keep doing his own work as the Green Arrow, it was things like this.
It was a little while before Warren woke up and Oliver sat forward a little in his chair when he did. "C'mon, mate, I know you like attention but a mutant with wings falling off a building? That's taking it a bit too far, isn't it?" he joked quietly, though there was worry in his tone. "The papers are reporting you're dead. I was starting to wonder if I would need to bring my Ouija Board."