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Summary: Gambit, no longer going by his given name Remy, is a professional Mercenary. His job entails anything from thievery, assassination, and anything else in between. But what happens when this mercenary gets hired by his close friend Ororo Munroe as a replacement teacher? Not able to refuse, or else face the humiliation of having turned down a job.
Author's Notes: This will be an obvious AU compared to the movies, mostly since I didn't like how Remy was portrayed in Origins. The movieverse didn't stress the accent on certain characters, so neither will I, however I will throw in a bit of it in.
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Chapter 1: The Name's Gambit, not Kid...
I sat there in backroom of my favorite bar, counting the earnings of tonight. A few hundred dollars, but nothing to really get excited about. It's obvious that I've become a local legend within the bar. No one is willing to play a game with me anymore and those that do are warned by the regular bar patrons of my card shark ways.
It's incredibly difficult to find work now that Stryker and Magneto has royally fucked up my business. Its either that my clients cancels on our agreement after they find out about my mutant status or that they are trying to set me up.
I allow my cards slip into my hands and expertly weave them between my fingers. Its late now and the only one in the dirty, gritty bar is me and Alice. Alice was the bartender, she's a peach. Beautiful and full of wisdom way beyond her years. She was also the only bartender in New York, hell in the US, that would still allow me in her bar.
I asked her once why she still let me in her bar and she responded that she let thugs, thieves, and assassins in her bar and a mutant couldn't be any worse than them.
The door opened, much to my surprise, and it broke me out of my trance. Who in the hell would be out this late in this dump, no offense to Alice of course. In the dim light and smoky haze of the bar, I could make out two figures. One was an obvious female, slim, curvy, and long luscious hair. The other looked more brutish and muscular.
I raised a brow at the two and noticed that they didn't just randomly walk into a bar, they were looking for someone. Hopefully, they were looking for a job.
My head tilts to the side as I continue to fiddle with my cards. I slide my lucky fedora over my eyes, so to seem oblivious to the two's presence. I overhear Alice pointing those two towards my direction. A chair across from me is taken and I hear one of them lean against the wall near me.
I cease toying with my cards and dramatically, because that's the only way to do things, throw my fedora to the end of the table. My eyes widen in recognition at who's female figure that I had been analyzing. My stoic poker face is broken as a full blown smile appears.
"Stormy! Dieu, it's been a helluva long time. You don't write, you don't call, what's a guy to think?" I exclaim with my hands gesticulating everything I say.
"Remy..." I hold up my hand.
"It's Gambit now. I go by my professional name all the time."
"Like I was saying, and please do not call me that ridiculous moniker," she says, the man leaning against the wall could barely contain his laughter.
"But dat's what you are, you're a little Stormy!" I let out a chuckle.
"You sure that this the guy? Looks like a kid to me," says the man leaning against the wall.
"Hey homme, can I at least know your name before you start insulting me? Its not nice," I say with my unique eyes glowing furiously behind my shades.
"Logan, please don't insult him and Remy... Gambit, please do not start trouble. It is very late and I have school in the..."
"You have to go to school!" I say with laughter evident in my statement.
"Are you sure that your friends with him? You two are completely different and... isn't he a bit too young for you?"
"Logan, are you... implying that," Stormy points at me and her, "we were something?"
Before the hairy man could reply, both Stormy and me can't help but laugh at his insinuation. I find it hilarious that the man could even think that Stormy and I were something. Not that she isn't hot or anything, but it'd be too awkward, like dating your sister.
As soon as were done laughing, I lean forward against my steepled fingers as I realize that they were here on a business call and not a personal visit.
"So what's the job?" I ask, getting straight to the point.
"How do you know that I'm not here of my own volition?" asked Stormy with a mischievous grin.
"Cause you wouldn't of brought him here. What's the job and how much it pays?"
"Kid is straight forward and suspicious... I like him," says the hairy man.
"Okay you caught me, I need you... Gambit."
"How could I resist a belle femme in her time of need," I say with a bit of my charm leaking through, "So what's the pay?"
"Eighty grand," she says.
"What's my time frame?"
"A year."
"Eighty grand for a year? What am I doing? I could make that in a week."
"Yes, but I'm calling in a favor, plus you've never turned down a job before... why start now," she says knowing that she already won this battle. Damn that favor, I wish that didn't extend to any circumstance but I did say if she needed me for anything.
"What exactly am I doing for a year?" I ask, curiousity suddenly getting the best of me.
"Your teaching."
"That explains why you have to go to school tomorrow," I grin.
Teaching? That's the wierdest thing I've ever been hired for and I've been hired for some pretty wierd things. There was no way I could teach, I mean not only have I never gone to school before, but I'm also still young enough to be in school. For god's sake, I'm not even old enough to drink yet. But damn Stormy and damn that favor.
"Are you sure 'bout this 'Ro? I mean the kid is what eighteen?"
"Nineteen," I say proudly, "and Stormy, what exactly am I teaching?"
"You might not even be alive to start the job if you keep calling me that," she says as her eyes turn a familiar milky white.
"Got it! Now call off the storm."
"Good... now, Gambit, you will be teaching self defense and computer engineering." Logan snorts as he hears this.
"You got something to say, homme?"
"You sure he can handle teaching? Some of the kids are older than him! How's he going to be teaching self defense, I should be teaching self defense."
"Sorry Logan, but your fighting style is only adaptable to those with a healing ability."
"Computer engineering though?" he asks.
"There's something that you need to know Logan. Re... Gambit, as young as he may be, is actually one of the most accomplished thief in the entire world. He's the reason that there was a large defect in the 'cure'. Last week, he snuck into the facility that housed the 'cure', hacked into the most secure files, and eradicated the certain components of it."
"How do you know all this 'Ro?"
"He couldn't stop bragging about it to me in his e-mails."
"And yet, you have yet to respond to any of them," I say cheekily.
"I was busy grading homework, looking for replacements, and..."
"Okay, I get it, you were busy," a glint of mischief flashed in my mind and I grin, "Were you busy with your buddy Logan?"
"Remy!" Stormy says as she blushes in embarrassment.
"Who? I believe the names Gambit," I grin. Hmm, my senses say that Stormy's friend is burning a hole into the side of my head with his eyes.
"Hey, mon ami. If you don't believe my skills, why don't we have a little one on one. No powers." Stormy slaps her face in frustration as her hairy little friend readily agrees to the fight.
"Logan don't."
"Don't worry 'Ro, I'll make this real quick."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," I smirk.
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Remy leads us out of the bar and onto the empty street. He carefully sets his sunglasses on a bench and shows Logan his piercing red eyes. The dark of the night and his glowing eyes accentuated Remy's dark silhouette.
Logan cracked his knuckles as he prepared to pummel Remy. I pinched the bridge of my nose. Why did all the men in my life have to be so stupid and quick to fight?
"Last chance to back out, homme."
"Not a chance, kid."
Logan charged towards Remy, who stood still and watched him. Remy continued to dodge Logan's attack with relative ease and put forth no effort in trying to attack Logan. As Logan missed another punch to his ribs, Remy turned to me and gave me a playful smile.
"C'mon homme, can't touch me?" I was about to tell Remy that is was not wise to goad Logan in a fight, but I thought that he needed a lesson.
"With the way you fighting, your never going to win. You got no style, no finnesse, and your attacks are unrefined."
That was another thing that I was going to tell Remy, not to insult him. I could see frustration begin to form on Logan's face as his attacks became more rampant and predictable. Finally, Remy, as he dodged another of Logan's punches, struck Logan's temple with his heel. Pain showed on Remy's face.
"Damn homme, your head made of metal or something."
"You could say that, bub," said Logan as he stood up. He brandished his claws.
"Oh, I guess that means no rules, neh," said Remy grinning.
Remy took out a small item from his leather duster and it telescoped into a large metal bo staff. He expertly twirled the enormous staff and pointed it at Logan.
Logan smiled as Remy attempted to block his claws, but was surprised to find that Remy not only successfully blocked his claws but that his claws had bounced off the large bo staff harmlessly.
"Ah, adamantium, ain't nothing like it."
They continued the pointless brawl for what seemed like forever. The bartender, who I learned was named Alice, accompanied me on the bench and watch these two with amusement. Remy continued to smile as Logan failed to land any hits on him.
"Give up, don't you know when your beaten?"
"Never."
Raising a brow at Logan's comment, Remy finally decided to go on the offense. Logan had much diffulty attempting to hold off Remy and his attacks. With one final sweep, Remy had Logan on the ground and his bo staff was pointed towards Logan's chin.
Remy fanned out a deck of cards in one hand and took out one card and charged it. The joker card...
"Bang!" said Remy as he threw the charged card near Logan's head, "Your dead!"
"Oh, and one more thing. The names Gambit, not kid..."
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Author's Notes: I've had this preview for a while and I just remember that I never posted it. So here it is, if you like the story and want me to continue it I require at least five reviews before the next chapter.