Well guys, I'm not saying this is a preview... but I just wanted to post the first chapter of this short fic I'm working on. I hope everyone enjoys it. I would say that you can imagine this as any version of Gambit, as I imagine it as being a mix of different ones (I'm thinking like 2012 solo comics mixed with some Taylor Kitsch because he's totally hot). However the story is set in 1983 because I initially wrote this imagining it being set before XMOW (that movie was kinda shit but I was inspired, so...). Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy!
Edited: sep 5, 2014
Remy's head was pounding like war drums as his eyes opened through heavy lids. He blinked repeatedly, trying to pull himself from the sleepy haze he was in. Where the hell was he and why was he tied down? Being restricted in an unknown place didn't settle well with Remy at all, but he was sluggish from whatever drug they (whoever 'they' were) put in his system, thus making it impossible for him to perform any task properly. Remy wanted to just break loose and run, but his mind was thick and he could hardly remember his own name, let alone how to control his ability. But he couldn't allow himself to just sit here and be a captive—he was going to escape.
After another minute or so, when his brain was a little clearer, Remy heard the distant sound of footsteps and just knew they were heading in his direction. He looked at his hands, focused, focused hard, and could see his fingertips glowing purple-red. With a smirk, he sent energy into the wrist cuffs restricting him and waited for the shock of pain he knew would come (he'd been through this enough to have built up some resistance to the painful blast). Once the wrist cuffs were off, Remy freed his legs just in time, because the door across from him opened. As a man's voice yelled, Remy grabbed the closest item to him—a plastic cup—and charged up its energy before throwing it, hitting the man's shoulder and shooting him back.
Remy ran out the door in search of an escape; he now realized he was in some sort of infirmary and about half of his wardrobe and personal belongings were missing. He could then hear a gun shooting at him from behind and only ran faster, turning a corner in time to hear a bullet buzz past his head. As he dashed through the hall, Remy assumed he had a good chance of escaping.
That was before a female slid in and roughly tripped him to the ground. Remy fell with a loud 'bang' as the woman grabbed hold of one of his arms and bent it at a dangerously uncomfortable angle. His fingers lightly skimmed over the long sleeve material of her cat suit and put a charge of energy into the wrist. As the small amount of fabric exploded the woman let out a pained yelp while jumping back from him. Remy shot up and took a fighting stance as the woman came at him, jumping up and twisting a leg around his neck, pulling him off balance and back down to his knees. When she landed back on her feet, the woman grabbed a small fighting staff from her utility belt. Remy, though, was fully prepared for any attacks she threw at him. Their fight went on with Remy destroying weapons brought out against him while the woman gave him a damn good beating; Remy could say he's never dealt with such an experienced fighter before.
"Lindström!" The woman's eyes flicked away so quickly Remy almost didn't notice before she suddenly dropped to the ground, making a path for two charged electrodes to shoot Remy in the chest. Sounds of discomfort escaped him as he stumbled around before falling to his knees, then collapsing onto his back. The young auburn-haired woman and black-skinned man were soon standing over him.
"Your shoulder okay, Fury?" She asked the other agent.
"Don't worry about me." His hard look gazed into Remy's red eyes as the woman squatted down next to him. She stared at his face for a few moments before wrenching two sharp Taser heads from his torso, causing a grunt to come from Remy's throat, "Mr. LeBeau, it may seem like we want to hurt you, but all we want is to enlist your help."
Remy chuckled, "Ya've done some good damage to me fo' supposed allies."
"Yer hot-headed and uncooperative." The woman said simply as she stood and pressed her heel into Remy's shoulder.
"So, if you're willing to hear us out, we won't have to be so aggressive." Remy looked between the pair of agents.
"And I don't even know ya names…" Remy muttered, "Now, if the chère will let me stand." Lindström removed her foot, allowing Remy to sit up before getting to his feet, "I would also like ta have my possessions back."
"After our talk."
The three of them walked through the halls quietly; the infirmary eventually led to a hall full of agents all in similar attire, entering and exiting rooms through a variety of doors. Remy watched everything with curiosity and suspicion.
"Where you exactly takin' me?"
"To talk with Director Stoner." Fury replied. Remy observed the area, searching for an escape path out of the unknown building (he honestly wanted to know who the hell these people were). He hadn't noticed that the short woman was watching him carefully.
"You're not gonna be able to escape, it would do you no good to plan an escape route." She said simply. Remy looked back at her tensely, "Trust me."
Soon, they entered a large computer filled room with the loud chatter of the agents floating in the air. Remy had to keep his jaw from dropping—this vast amount of technology was a little overwhelming. A small grin came to Lindström's lips as the agents escorted Remy to a man—about fifty-five or so in age—standing with another agent, discussing whatever it was on the paper in front of them.
"Director Stoner," he looked at the two agents standing either side of Remy. He muttered something to the man he spoke to before looking back to the three.
"Let's take this to my office." The group walked to the office a floor above, overlooking the room they previously stood in, "Take a seat."
"I'd prefer ta stand." Remy replied as the male agent guarded the door, the female going to stand against the far wall near the window.
"Remy LeBeau…" Director Stoner said slowly, picking up a file folder as he sat in his large chair, "getting ahold of you was more difficult than we anticipated."
"I try ta avoid kidnappin'."
"Yet you never seem to avoid a woman with a pretty face." Remy gave the Director a confused look, "Don't tell me you forgot about that bottle blonde asking to play more than cards."
With that reminder, Remy recalled what he was doing before he woke up in a restrictive hospital bed; he was on the move, doing a classified job in New Mexico for a client. Anyone who knew anything about New Mexico knew casinos were scattered all across the Indian reservations covering the state—Remy could never say no to some gambling. Ever. In one of these casinos (it was called Sky City or something similar) he met a woman who wanted to play a card game—any kind—and offered a very tempting proposition if she lost. She obviously lost and suddenly… blank.
"Agent Lindström never fails a job." Remy's eyes looked over toward the female, taking in her look carefully; he realized she was the woman from the casino. Of course, today she wasn't blonde (her hair was more of an auburn, he observed) and had less make-up on, but he saw it in her facial structure; he saw it in her bright blue eyes, "I apologize for such drastic procedures, but you could have been a threat if you weren't taken in this way."
"I can still be a threat." Remy responded as he finally decided to take the seat across from the Director.
"Would you try when you're in a room with three top agents?" Director Stoner raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, but maybe anotha' day." A small grin sat on Remy's lips.
"Mr. LeBeau," the Director went back to business, "would you do a job with us?"
"Name the job and the price." Remy leaned back in his chair and kicked his bare feet (since his shoes were, as of that moment, missing) up on the desk. An obvious sigh of exasperation was heard from Agent Lindström.
Director Stoner looked at the agent for a moment before giving his attention back to Remy, "You know of the group the Thieves Guild, correct?" Remy visibly tensed, "I assumed so. You've done jobs with them before, you were a former member and leader, your file says—" ('They have a file on me?' Remy thought) "—so I can trust you're familiar with their proceedors."
"Quite familiar."
"Well, they've gotten some of our property—very important property—and we want it back; are you willing to handle the job for us?" Remy sat silently for some time. After some time, Agent Fury was called away and Director Stoner was growing impatient.
"Why you need me; yer agents not good 'nough?" He stole a mocking glance back at Agent Lindström for a moment.
"We don't have enough knowledge of them—they've only just come on our radar—but you do."
"I could do it… but like I said: a price." Director Stoner and Agent Lindström looked at each other for a moment.
"You set the price." Remy grinned at the Director's idea.
"Then I'll get back to ya on a price; I'll take the job." Remy stood and began walking for the door.
"Mr. LeBeau," Remy froze and turned, "it's not that we don't trust you—"
"We don't, sir." Director Stoner sent a warning glance at Lindström.
"You'll be taking a partner with you." Remy shook his head.
"No, no, no; I don' work wit' anyone."
"I'm afraid I'm not giving you a choice." Stoner turned to look at his young agent, "Agent Lindström will be accompanying you."
Lindström raised an eyebrow, "Sir?"
"You're one of the best agents I have; I'm going to need you on this." She nodded quickly, "I want you guys heading wherever it is you need to be in the next twelve hours."
Agent Lindström looked at Remy, "Follow me." Remy begrudgingly followed; he didn't work with anyone and, due to past experiences and a couple of nearly failed jobs, he never worked with women.
"Chère…" Lindström turned to him for a moment as they walked down the hall, "I want my possessions now, befo' somethin' bad happens."
So, I know that some people hate reading/writing accents, but it feels like you kinda have to write Remy's accent, you know?