The first time Warren had told you his middle name was when you were helping him fill out paperwork, and you abruptly realized that you didn’t know your boyfriend’s middle name. When you asked, his face fell, and he tried to take the paper from you, insisting that he would just fill it out himself. You persisted, and only after swearing up and down that you would never tell anyone, he told you.
“Kenneth?”
Warren immediately turned scarlet, but attempted to hide his embarrassment behind a scoff, returning his attention to the papers in front of him. You could tell from his reaction that it was something he really disliked, so you never brought it up again.
Until he came home from a mission injured.
You had received a telepathic message from Professor Xavier, giving you a heads up that Warren had been injured due to thoughtlessness on one of their missions. He had apparently not been paying attention, and had taken a somewhat serious hit. You were assured that he would be perfectly fine, but that didn’t ease your concern and annoyance.
By the time Warren walked through the doors of the mansion, shirtless with a large bandage on his side (yet he still wore his leather jacket, which you were certain he had been adamant about having), you were somewhere between furious and immensely worried. When you saw that he wore a smile, indicating that he was perfectly fine, the anger was the emotion that took over.
“WARREN KENNETH WORTHINGTON III!”
Warren turned white as a ghost, staring at you with an expression of utter fear. Peter and Scott, on the other hand, looked as if they had just seen the most glorious sight in all of creation.
“Kenneth?!” they hollered in unison, pure delight filling their voices. Warren didn’t even look at them, his eyes locked on you.
“I would highly suggest we all evade this lovers’ quarrel,” Charles declared, then nudged Peter and Scott, before leaving with the rest of the group in tow.
“What the hell were you thinking?” you inquired, seething with rage as you stormed over to Warren, who still looked somewhat terrified.
“I’m sorry, baby girl, I wasn’t thinking –”
“Exactly! You could have died, Warren! You could have died and never came back to me!” you yelled, and your voice betrayed you as it cracked at the end of your statement. Warren’s fear faded to a frown, and just as you were opening your mouth to continue, he pulled you into a hug.
“I’m sorry that I was reckless. You make me promise to be safe before every mission, and I broke that promise. I scared and upset you, and I’m so sorry. It’ll never happen again, baby. I swear.”
The anger almost immediately subsided, and you exhaled slowly before wrapping your arms around his torso, mindful of the bandage. Warren kissed the top of your head, then tipped your chin up to look at him and pressed a deep kiss to your lips.
“I love you,” he murmured after breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against yours.
“I love you, too, you ass.”
Warren smiled before kissing you once more, then draped an arm over your shoulders, leading you to your room.
“So, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” Warren asked, and the suggestiveness in his voice was very plain. You didn’t even have to look up at him to know that he was smirking.
“I should probably be the one making something up to you.”
“Why?”
“Because now Peter and Scott know that your middle name is Kenneth.”
Warren groaned loudly, running a hand through his blond curls.
“Yeah, you definitely need to do some repenting,” Warren agreed, although the libidinous tone was still evident in his voice. You grinned up at him, shooting him a playful wink.
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