Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel characters or Christina Perri's 'Bang, Bang, Bang' and I am not trying to make any money off this fanfiction…
A/N: Lots of OOC-ness. Gotta love it, though.
All my life you know
I haven't been very love strong
Cause there's so many fights
That I fought and had never won
"I would have hoped that you noticed by now –but I am not just someone you can play around with! You can't go around sleeping with someone else and just expect me to understand and be okay with it-"
"Jean Paul-"
"Do not try and explain, Robert. We –this is over."
The door slammed close, leaving Bobby Drake standing in the middle of a now half-bare room.
So I decided that I should just give up
Trying to right your wrong
Jean Paul opened the door to his old room. The air was still and musty. Flinging his things into various drawers, Jean Paul sat down on his bed and stared at his hands, which curled up into fists. They trembled and Jean Paul clenched his teeth together, biting back his tears.
He would not… would not…
Jean Paul let out a strangled sob and crawled to the corner of the bed, curling up against the wall.
And word on the street is she did to you
What you did to me
Five, four, three, two, one
Bang, Bang, Bang boy
You're going down, down, down boy
To the ground where you left my heart to bleed
Bang, she shot you…
"I screwed up."
The room is empty. No one answers.
"I –shit… I just… I was scared…"
Bobby put his face in his hands, "I always screw up," he whispered.
He stood up and walked over to his desk. He took the frame of Jean Paul and himself off the top and opened a drawer.
It was filled with scraps of paper, which he pushed aside to make room for the picture.
He started to close the drawer but noticed a bit of green poking out from the corner.
Pulling at it, he found the green to be part of a picture.
Of Polaris.
Staring at the photo, the familiar green hair, purple lips, something deep within Bobby Drake snapped.
He walked over to his window and opened it.
He glared at Lorna Dane as ice formed over the photo. Dropping it outside, he laughed hollowly as it shattered against the sidewalk.
In his heart, the tear Polaris had caused so long ago was still there.
Even Jean Paul couldn't mend Bobby's broken heart.
And so to heal himself, he had decided to break someone else.
Jean Paul Beaubier.
Bobby clenched his fists together.
He wasn't known for keeping grudges –no, that was Rogue –but Bobby did keep one. It was against Lorna Dane. She broke his heart, stomped all over the pieces, and then came back to repair the fragile parts before shattering them all once more.
And the worst part was that she never really noticed how bad she had left Bobby.
He opened his door.
Lorna was easy to find. She was in the Rec Room, playing poker with Remy, Logan, and Rogue.
They all looked up as Bobby stopped in front of the table.
"Wanna join, sugah?" Rogue wondered.
Logan sniffed at the air and his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Bobby smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes, "No time to play. Sorry,"
Remy raised an eyebrow and lightly charged a card in his hand, "Is dere a problem, homme?"
Bobby directed his smile towards Remy. The card in his hand froze.
Startled, Gambit dropped it and it shattered on the table.
"Lorna," Bobby said, "Did you ever stop to realize how much damage you did?"
Lorna scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Bobby, what's with the psychopath act?"
"Darlin'," Logan stood up and unsheathed his claws, "I don't think he's actin'."
Bobby looked at his claws and then looked at his face.
"What the hell-?" Logan looked down as he noticed the ice creeping up his legs.
Rogue started forward, "Bobby-" she said.
He sent a cage of ice around her.
"Okay, bub, you're goin' down," Logan growled and leapt forward, claws extended, ready to slice through some skin…
He fell to the ground in thick block of ice.
"Sorry," He said only somewhat remorsefully, "But at least you'll heal,"
Turning to the two remaining X Men in the room, he tilted his head to the side, "Are you going to move, Gambit?"
Remy charged a handful of cards in response.
"Well, then, I'm really sorry," Bobby said.
He raised his arms and entirely iced Remy's hands then froze his boots to the ground.
"Aide! Iceman's gone rogue!" Gambit yelled.
Bobby took two strides across the room and punched the Cajun with an iced fist.
He fell over unconscious.
"So," Polaris said.
Bobby turned, "So,"
"My turn, huh?" She said calmly, putting down her hand of cards.
Bobby smiled coldly, "Your turn," He agreed.
Lorna watched as Bobby iced up and her brow furrowed.
Her hands balled into fists in her lap.
"I'm pure ice, Lorna," Bobby said, "You can't use your powers on me,"
Her eyes widened as the sofa froze, keeping her in place.
Two claws of ice extended from Bobby's fist, imitating X23.
With a humorless laugh, Bobby brought his fist back, before letting it fly, driving the claws of ice through Lorna's chest.
Karma tastes so sweet.
A/N: There will be a sequel coming (hopefully) soon. I'm taking a bit of a break from my other stories. Reviews are always appreciated. Please don't get mad if you think this is WAY OOC (because it is). Also, Bobby is capable of doing everything I had him doing in this fic. It's quite verifiable. I did my research.