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“Listen, I don’t know what’s going on or why shape shifters would be trying to break into my building, but get me out of here…” Williams shouted in a surprised and mortified expression.

“Do you have a private elevator out of here or anything?” the 3D Man asked looking around.

“I don’t know a billionaire that doesn’t. Come on it’s this way…” Williams said in response heading towards a bookcase in his office that moved after Simon pulled a specific book out of the shelf. 

“When I get a secret headquarters I’m soooo gonna have one of those…” 3D Man joked as they exited the premises through the hidden escape. 

[b]Later…[/b]

Derek was with his older brother at the HQ of the military unit tasked with finding and identifying Skrulls. It was a lounge like waiting room, just more cold, made of steel, and underground in upstate NY. Derek looked a bit depressed over how the whole situation worked out with Atlas. His brother, Donald, was going over some documents and going on about something to do with keeping the Skrulls contained better. He finally got the littlest bit annoyed and asked…

“What’s wrong little brother?” Donald asked calmly putting his papers down on a coffee table. 

“That ungrateful Willaims guy. He acted like he didn’t take me seriously as a superhero because my costume includes a t-shirt. I mean, what does it matter what I’m wearing if I save your life?” Derek asked, sitting deep in a lounge chair with a little bit of padding on it. 

“I might have something for you then…” the older [38] brother told his sibling with a hint of a smile.

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After a long and boring shareholder's meeting, Warren Worthington III flipped through some monthly reports from their pharmaceutical division. A lab in New Jersey seemed to be spending quite a bit of money on materials and equipment. Nearly everything was signed by a Doctor Johnathan Sweet. 

"I'm going to look into this a bit later, right now I need to get out and stretch my wings..." he thought walking over to [I]his private elevator[/I].

Walking back into his office from the elevator in the corner of the large room he took off the coat and all but ripped through the shirt, as if the wings themselves wanted to be freed from captivity. If anybody ever wondered how Warren put his Angel costume on, they’d know the back opening for his wings buttoned around two openings around the base of them and buttoned shut closer to his rip cage. It wasn’t anything specially designed by that Tony Stark kid, or that super genius Reed Richards, but it did the trick. Maybe one day he’d try an get in good with one of those two, maybe to get a new suit or a piece of tech developed for some of the battles where weapons are needed more than wings. Sure he could fly, and was an Olympic level athlete. Only 2.8% body fat and that included the extra ninety or so pounds worth of wings muscle popping out of his back. Ready to fly, he opened a large window/skylight above his office that in itself had at least a thirteen foot high ceiling. After launch, a button in his white glove closed it. 

“Ooooooooh my God! Once you breathe air this high in the clouds there’s nothing like it…” he thought with a big smile on his face.

~KL~