warren worthington iii
Warren when you are training.
You had been teasing Warren about how you were a better fighter than him. He took you up on that, so the pair of you were in the Danger Room. You had gone in for a swing but Warren nocked you down with his wing. A look of triumph and amusement on his face.
"I told you, you can't beat me, baby girl." He grinned at you, moving his wing away. You grinned.
Swiping his legs with yours Warren fell to the ground and you straddled him, pinning him down.
"I highly doubt that." You winked at him, Warren just smirked and pulled you down for a kiss.
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