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Imagine: Peter and Warren fighting over you…

“Hey. (Y/N), what –” Peter was cut off as a large white wing flew in front of his face, hiding him from view. Warren smirked slightly, hearing the speedster huff in annoyance, narrowly missing a mouth full of feathers.

“Hi, Babe, I lost my number, can I have yours?” Warren stated with a wink. Peter zipped around his wing, pushing his goggles up onto his hairline.

“No, but you can have mine! It’s 555- go fuck yourself!” And with that, the two started arguing…unaware that you had been lead away by Sean, to go and get some Chinese food…