Warren hated these things. The press conferences. They made his wings itch and his back ache.

He knew why he couldn't just avoid them, or take off with the X-Men, but god he wished he could.

He didn't even know what his father was saying this time. He was just focused on a face he spotted in the crowd.

He couldn't tell if he recognized them or was just interested in them, but he was going to approach them later.