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Enver Hale
 Posted: Jun 14 2017, 10:07 AM
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Baskin Robins always finds out
Enver arrived home late the following night, crashing on the couch with exhaustion. Both physically and mentally worn out. He had, or at least he thought he had, finally started getting his life back on track. He'd found a steady job working at the local police office, was making a solid income and was able to take control of his life. Just like Baskin Robins, however, the Police Department always finds out. It had started with a simple question regarding his birthdate. Why he'd ever entered it as his actual birthdate, he had no clue. When asked about it, he'd lied and said it must be a mistake. Anyway, why would a man who looks to be in his thirties, actually be over 50 years old? Apparently he can't lie to save his life, and when an officer is suspicious of something, they'll dig until they figure it out.

A few days later he was called into the office of the Sheriff who had found his Hydra file. Just as soon as he thought he'd escaped it, his past comes back to bite him. It happens every time, without fail. So, apparently once one has committed a murder, in his case over 40, the Police Department has no choice but to let him go, leaving him where he is right now: A years worth of police experience, barely any money and no job.

With a soft groan, Enver pulled out his laptop. The device was still completely foreign to him. When he was growing up, computers were only just beginning to become a household object, yet they looked nothing like this. Far simpler, which still shocks him seeing how far society has advanced in just a few decades. With enough hours of messing around with it, though, he was able to figure out most of it. Where to go to search something, what the image with the gears meant, how to play music... It was really fascinating. Sitting back against the couch, Enver pulled up Craigslist, his only brilliant idea at the moment. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for, but with the amount of military and police experience behind him, as well as the urge to help at least someone, he doesn't want to be stuck behind a counter counting change. It took him about 20 minutes, but finally he got his ad up. 'Police and Military experience-In Need of Job.' Had he even done that right? Who knew if he'd even get a reply.

Shutting his laptop the brunette pushed himself onto his feet and made his way towards his bedroom. He'd had enough money to afford a small one bedroom apartment, which was nice enough. It had a kitchen and a small living space, which was really all he needed. He took off his uniform for the last time, neatly folding it to be brought into the Police Department the next day, as had been promised. His husky, Sputnik was already lying asleep on his bed, snoring softly. Enver smiled to himself as he got into bed, whispering a soft apology into the air when he accidentally woke Sputnik. With that he shut off the light, head falling back on the pillow and eyes slipping shut.


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Warren Worthington
 Posted: Jun 14 2017, 10:47 AM
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Warren arrived home late. It was a typical workday, one in which he'd scheduled board meetings for the morning and a few client presentations for the afternoon. One of those meetings ended up becoming dinner and drinks as he became a surrogate tour guide for his out of town guests. Mostly, it was boring and had become increasingly mundane. While he enjoyed meeting new people and having the chance to brush up on languages during times like these, he missed the days when it was his father's responsibility to wine and dine their business partners.

As he stood before the expansive glass windows that gave him a bird's eye view of the city, Warren sighed. He loved his life, but there was something missing. Something he hadn't quite put his finger upon. At present, it wasn't anything life shattering but more that moments like this felt lonelier than they should. This wasn't the first time that he stood, still fully dressed in his business suit, sipping some bottled water and pondering his life before the New York City skyline.

The winged mutant considered undressing, removing the leather harness that bound his wings and taking flight. Typically that made him feel better. There was nothing like the feeling of soaring, carefree over Manhattan in the clouds. It took his mind off things. Things like the fact that his penthouse had been broken into the last time he'd scheduled a trip to China for business.

Rolling his shoulders, deciding that he was uncomfortable enough to get out of the harness now, Warren removed his tie and slipped the suit jacket off his shoulders. He took off the still crisp white dress shirt and exposed his bound wings. Unbuckling the harness, he allowed the confining straps of leather to fall away. His body, especially the wings, always cried out in agony at this point in his day. The feathers themselves seemed to shiver as they felt the first taste of freedom all day. Warren grimaced, although he was used to it, as he flexed the wings and let them relax outward.

A sigh left his lips as he reached for his laptop. He planned to check his email and just head to bed but and advertisement for a Home Security company in the page margin caught his eye. He was familiar with the company. The consultation he'd gotten had undoubtedly been inflated because they thought money was no object. Warren had a keen business mind. He knew a good deal when he saw one. And he knew a bad offer from a mile away.

Instead of clicking the link, he went to Craig's List and to his surprise, he noticed a request for work by a security specialist with civilian and military experience. Worthington responded to the advert and sent his contact information. He knew it was too late to hear anything today, so he went to bed. He hoped he'd hear back in the morning since his calendar, for once, was clear.

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Enver Hale
 Posted: Jun 16 2017, 02:48 PM
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Soldier, keep on marching on.
The sound of a siren yanked Enver out of a deep sleep, followed by a litany of curses as he remembered that he'd forgotten to turn off his alarm for work. Groaning softly he blindly reached out for his phone, locating it after a few seconds and picking it up. As expected, the time read 5:00. "Just great," He grumbled into the darkness, knowing after being woken up like that, he was never going to fall asleep again. With a sigh of defeat, Enver rolled over and stood up, figuring he might as well get an early start on the day.

Morning run, shower, get dressed, feed the dog... It had become a routine. A bit of normalcy to relieve him from his crazy life. Never having been a breakfast guy, Enver then turned his attention towards his computer, deciding to check on his post from the previous night.

After returning home from his run, he'd turned on the television and had flipped through channels until finding one of the news stations, which was currently playing as he checked Craigslist. Blinking in surprise, his post showed a response from a man named Warren Worthington, along with information to contact him. "Technology these days," He murmured softly as he picked up his phone and began dialing the man's number.

He was about to press 'Call' when loud gunshots rang out from behind him, and suddenly he was back in the clutches of Hydra. Their trained assassin. Never hesitating as he pulled the trigger, and feeling nothing after seeing bodies drop dead in front of him. His mission was to kill. And he was an expert. Whether it be slicing a victim's throat or putting a bullet through an innocent's head. He got it done.

Enver gasped as the tv continued to play the footage from whatever story it was broadcasting, but these sounds were all too real. No longer under Hydra's control, the memories that had been wiped from his mind began seeping back. Except, along with the memories came the feelings which hadn't been present at the time. He felt guilt, pain, and suffering from each of the lives he'd taken. It slowly tore away at him, knowing this was something he could never escape. his heart was pounding erratically as flashes of memories appeared in front of him, and he collapsed forward, feeling as if he was slowly suffocating. His parents in front of him, his mother crying as his father held her in her arms, begging for their lives. The sound of the gun, and the silence that followed. The pain that came with the mind wiping, as if ever cell in his body was being electricuted; every nerve fried.

Enver didn't know how much time had passed when he opened his eyes. He was laying horizontally on the ground against the foot of the couch, broken out in a cold sweat. He could no longer hear the TV and glanced over to see the screen was black. Sputnik was sitting just beside him, and Enver quickly connected the dots. Sputnik had turned off the TV. "Good boy," he managed weakly, pushing himself up into a sitting position and reaching to place a hand on the dog. It wasn't the first time this had happened. The doctors had labeled it as PTSD and had suggested that he get a trained dog to handle these situations when he refused to go to therapy. Most often used in cases with soldiers who'd been in war, Enver had stated that was his case. Not entirely a lie, he supposed, but he had never truly seen war. No. What he'd seen after his time as a veteran was far worse.

It took a good 30 minutes before he allowed himself to stand up, hating that he'd become so powerless. That even such a normal day could quickly turn into a living hell. Knowing he couldn't sit around moping all day, Enver picked up from where he left off, pressing 'call' and lifting the phone to his ear.


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Warren Worthington
 Posted: Jun 19 2017, 02:05 PM
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The alarm clock illuminated and the sound of music began to play out from the speakers surrounding the large bed and the winged mutant asleep amid the covers.

Just stop your cryin' it's a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show I hope you're wearin' your best clothes
You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you're ain't really good

We never learn we be here before
Why are we always stuck running from the bullets?
We never learn we've been there before
Why are we always stuck running from the bullets?

Warren awoke to the sight of the morning sun rising above Manhattan. Beyond the wide bank of his windows, New York was a series of spires and steel monoliths rising toward the sky. He pressed himself up, the muscles in his shoulders, chest, back, and arms contracting as he sat up and stretched. Leisurely days like this one were rare for the billionaire's son. He took in a deep, refreshing breath and hit the button to silence the musical alarm.

The businessman got out of bed and dressed to workout before taking to the morning skies for an early morning flight and workout, weaving through and around the tallest structures of Manhattan's skyline. It wasn't as challenging as a Danger Room session or mission might be but it still got the job done. When he returned to the penthouse he showered and dressed. Seeing an alert on his phone, he checked and noticed an incoming call.

"Hello?" he answered, listening to the deep male voice on the other end of the line as he introduced himself, "This is Warren. I can meet you now if you'd like to come and check out my place."

Warren's penthouse was just off of Central Park. The sixty and sixty-first floors of Worthington Tower. He gave Enver Hale instructions on how to find it and how to enter the private elevator that would bring him up to Warren's private floors. The elevator offered a glass-sided view of the park as it rose. Other elevators in the building were more claustrophobic but Warren had installed this one so it would offer an escape route and constant view of the city and sky during the machine's rise and fall.

He debated on whether or not to go through the trouble of hiding his wings for his meeting with Enver. Surprisingly, he chose to go casual and open. Wearing a blue pullover, khakis, and wings out. The shirt was designed to work with his large feathered wings and fit his body almost like a compression tee. When Enver arrived, Warren greeted him with a smile, hoping he wouldn't be shocked by the wings, "Hello, Mr. Hale. It is kind of you to come on such short notice." He hadn't expected the other man to be so handsome.

A mischievous expression flashed across his face as he closed the door and indicated the main rooms of the apartment, "I've always felt safe here but recently, with everything going on, I'm feeling like more could be done to make my home more secure." The main living room had areas with full walls of glass on three sides, surrounded by a large terrace that extended the living space outdoors. One one side of the apartment sat the kitchen, dining, and servant's rooms. Warren's master suite was on the left and a staircase led upward to a guest area, gym, spa area, and small rooftop lap pool and garden. @Enver Hale

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Enver Hale
 Posted: Jun 20 2017, 12:57 AM
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Take me to church
Enver didn't have to wait long for the call to go through. After around the third ring, he was greeted with a young, male voice who listened as he introduced himself before doing the same, the name Warren echoing in his head. "Sure," He agreed, having no other plans for the day. "I can be over there in about thirty minutes."

Grabbing a pen and notepad, Enver repeated the information onto the paper, his curiosity rising with each instruction. Private elevator? private floors? He immediately recognized the area that the address came from, one of the fancier parts of towns. Who was this guy? "Alright, see you soon." Ending the call, Enver stood up, releasing a long breath as he processed this new information. Knowing he didn't have much time to waste, he made his way back to his room and began sorting through his clothes, quickly finding he had nothing appropriate. For his previous job, he'd been given a uniform and had no need for anything fancy, such as a suit or nice dress shoes. Groaning in frustration he settled for a nice button up shirt along with a pair of gray, flannel trousers. After a few moments in the mirror where he took the time to gel up his hair and shave, he was out the door and on his way to his new job.

Enver was expecting a large house, maybe a nice fountain and a pristine lawn. When he finally arrived, however, he immediately knew he was in way over his head with this job. "A jobs a job, though." he reminded himself, turning off the ignition and stepping out. The elevator was easy enough to find, and he was able to enter without difficulty, thanks to Warren's easy to follow instructions. One thing he was certain about, was that the ride up absolutely took his breath away. He slowly turned, taking in the beautiful view of the city below while rising up the 60 floors. Within no time he was able to locate his small apartment, laughing softly upon realizing how very small it really was in comparison.

With a sigh, Enver returned his gaze to the elevator doors, counting the few floors before reaching his destination. 57, 58, 59.... The elevator slowed to a stop and a moment later the metal doors opened, revealing... a lot.

Between the gorgeous man, the wings , and the extravagant penthouse, Enver really didn't know what to focus on. What he did notice, was the man had a warm, comforting smile that quickly made him feel at ease as he stepped out of the elevator and into the penthouse. Along with the smile was a set of bright, blue eyes that seemed to stare right into his soul, and wavy, blond hair that reflected the room's lighting. Barely registering the man's introduction, he heard himself replying something along the lines of, "It's not a problem at all, Mr. Worthington." He found himself returning the smile, unable to keep his gaze from wandering as he took in the sight. Much like the elevator, the main room had glass walls, offering the same sky-filled view. "So, if I'm understanding correctly, you'd need me to act as a bodyguard? Something of the sort?"

Enver followed Warren into the other room and took in a breath, hand coming up to scratch his neck as he gave a sheepish grin. "Geez, this place is huge..." he murmured under his breath. "...And you're, what... an angel?" The brunette couldn't help but stare at the wings, completely alien, yet seeming so natural sprouting from the young man. "If you don't mind me asking." He had so many questions, he really didn't know where to start, though suddenly a thought struck him. "...Am i dead?"


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Warren Worthington
 Posted: Jun 23 2017, 02:07 PM
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The taller man looked well put together in his dress shirt and flannel pants. Though Warren might have chosen something else for an interview, he had to admit the clothing was clean and seemed to fit his guest well. If nothing else, the shirt revealed strong arms and wide shoulders. Though he'd originally considered hiring the man as nothing more than a security expert, someone to consult on any weaknesses present in his home's security, he began to think beyond that. And not just because he found himself attracted. This was business, after all. He'd have to keep his hands off.

Besides, Hale seemed to be a straight shooter in all senses of the word. Not that most found it difficult to sense Warren's private yearnings in that regard, either. The Angel sighed knowing that if he did hire the man before him, he'd have to settle for buying the man and his wife annual Christmas gifts over giving the man sensual massage by firelight on Saturday nights. Such was the life of a poor rich boy.

"So, if I'm understanding correctly, you'd need me to act as a bodyguard? Something of the sort?"

"Something along those lines, yes." Warren began, "There have been several break-ins lately among certain apartments on the Upper East Side and I'm concerned that mine might become a target." The art hanging on the walls was priceless, not to mention the mid-century modern, Scandanavian furniture and decor. Warren was about to say more but the man's expression changed and he hoped it wasn't because of his wings. he was so tired of dealing with bigots.

"...And you're, what... an angel?"

Warren was normally put off by such direct questioning, mostly because it generally led the asker down the path to ridicule. Instead, there was something amusing and even beguiling in the man's tone. He almost sounded innocent. He almost sounded like Jimmy Stewart in one of those old classic movies. It was endearing as hell and almost old-fashioned. "No, well, I look like one. But I was born on Long Island at my parents' estate. And no, you're not dead - not unless we both are."

"Jokes about looks aside," Warren had almost complimented the man on how handsome he was but stopped himself, "I'm a mutant." He sighed, knowing this might be a dealbreaker in terms of them working together. It was disappointing to know that in spite of the good he could do there was hatred toward people like him, "If that's a problem, I understand. It would be a shame though because I get the sense that you'd know how to handle the job of looking after me." He grinned, finding it difficult not to be a little playful with the other man - even if it meant he was about to get punched. At least he'd heal from it, if that did happen.

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Enver Hale
 Posted: Jun 23 2017, 05:04 PM
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Chivalry is not dead yet
What the hell is a mutant? This job suddenly seemed much more complicated than what he thought he'd signed up for. "Mutant...right." Enver swallowed, nodding slowly. "You'll have to forgive me," he continued with a slight frown, still unable to wrap his mind around the fact that this guy was sprouting wings. "I...Look, should you decide to hire me, I come with a lot." The brunette hadn't even planned on getting into his backstory, but he suddenly felt an urge to gain the man's trust, and should he decide to keep his history a secret... He knew that trust could never be earned.

Where could he even start? 'Hey, I'm an ex-assassin, please hire me?' Right. "First of all," he began, deciding to address his cluelessness. "I've never heard of mutants before. I've...been kept in the dark for most of my life, you could say." He huffed a laugh, anxiety rising in his chest as he tore his gaze from the blond. "Whatever this is, your wings," he gestured towards Warren's feathered appendages, a look of admiration in his eyes. "They don't bother me. Not in the slightest." A reassuring smile rose to his features as he continued to study the wings for several more moments before meeting Warren's gaze once again.

"I doubt you'll be able to say the same about me after hearing my story, though. I don't want to lose the chance to work with you, but I'd never be able to shake the guilt if I took this job without you knowing." He'd tried hiding it once before. It had cost him his job working at the police department.

Stop stalling, you coward. Just get on with it! Enver swallowed, fear suffocating him in a way similar to that of being kept in cryo. They're just words, his conscience reminded him. Words that could make or break his future. "I'm an ex-assassin. One of Hydra's Winter Soldiers."

Well, don't sugar coat it or anything.

Shut up, He shot back at his conscience, willing the voice inside his head silent.

"I was brainwashed against my will for years. Forced to kill innocent and do their dirty work. I was a terrible, terrible person..." Voice cracking, Enver pushed on, words spilling out of his mouth as much as it pained him. "But, that's all in my past," he continued softly. "And ever since the fall of Hydra, Ive been doing everything, everything, I can to make it right. Taking jobs that will help people. Whatever I can to right my wrongs."

Enver blinked several times, turning away to wipe his eyes as memories plagued him, bringing with it a tear-filled gaze. He refused to cry in front of a man he was trying to impress in hopes of getting a job. "Anyway, I guess it's my turn. If this is a problem..."

Of course it's a problem. You think you might lose the job? No, that ship sailed the moment you opened your mouth.

"...I understand. It would be a shame, though,

shut up, shut up, shut up! Trying to flirt? Now?!

...because I get the sense that i'd be able to handle the job of looking after you." Enver smirked, boldly meeting Warren's gaze as he prepared for his Judgement Day.


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Warren Worthington
 Posted: Jun 24 2017, 09:59 AM
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"I've never heard of mutants before. I've...been kept in the dark for most of my life, you could say."

The other man laughed and Warren felt a tinge of anxiety rise up within his chest. He forced himself to tear his gaze away from the taller of the two. Hearing the man explain that he hadn't heard of mutants before reminded Warren of how much still needed to be done to reassure the general public about people like him. He tried to think of what Jean or Xavier would say in this situation and came up short. What struck him most about Enver's words, however, wasn't the fact that he'd never been exposed to a mutant but the idea that he'd been kept in the dark for most of his life. What did that even mean? Warren was suddenly curious.

"Whatever this is, your wings," he gestured towards Warren's feathered appendages, a look of admiration in his eyes. "They don't bother me. Not in the slightest."

"Thank you," Warren replied as if apologizing. The truth was that he had spent most of his life doing just that. His father had never accepted his mutation. If Warren the Second had his way, Warren the Third would be removed from his wings in a heartbeat. Returning to the conversation after getting lost in his thoughts for a moment, Warren was struck by Enver's smile. It was disarming, sweet. He felt a lump rise in his throat but ignored it.

"I doubt you'll be able to say the same about me after hearing my story, though. I don't want to lose the chance to work with you, but I'd never be able to shake the guilt if I took this job without you knowing."

"What do you mean?" Warren asked just as they were interrupted.

The Cook entered the room and stopped in her tracks, "Mr. Worthington Where would you like...oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had guests."

"No problem, Clara." Warren smiled, looking up into Enver's eyes he asked, "Hold that thought, please, Mr. Hale." Turning back to his staff member, Warren admitted, "I admit I'm just as hungry as when I asked you to cook breakfast for me." To Enver, he invited, "It seems breakfast is ready. Are you hungry?" Without waiting for a response, he asked the cook, "Clara, would it be too much trouble to prepare Mr. Hale a few eggs and some toast? We can share whatever else you've made for me. We'll eat on the terrace. Thank you."

Once the woman was gone, Warren motioned toward the terrace beyond the wide glass doors and said, "It sounds like we have much to discuss. Won't you join me at the table out here? Please, continue." Trying to reassure Mr. Hale, Warren added, "I'd like to hear your story."

Once the other man was finished, Warren sat there across from him at the table a bit dumbfounded. He didn't know what he'd expected to hear but he was caught off guard. As much as he was curious about HYDRA and what that involved, he mostly found heat rising in his cheeks and chest as Enver's direct gaze sent warmth spreading throughout his body. He tried to ignore it but he was afraid that he did an unfortunate thing. He blushed like a schoolboy. It was unfortunate. All of this.

"First impressions aside," Warren cleared his throat and tried to recover from what felt to be an escalated flirtation. Well, no, it was flirtation. He was sure of that and he'd started it so he only had himself to blame. Enver's bold, confident masculinity was a turn on though and he hadn't been ready for it. He was glad he was sitting down. Warren licked his lips and hoped there would be water and juice, coffee or tea soon, "If you were brainwashed, the things you did...that they made you do...are they really your fault?" He didn't know, honestly. He was worried that this might be too personal a question but the man had raised the subject so he let it slide and waited to see if he'd overstepped.

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