~ Gundam Wing: As Portrayed By The Seriously...Erm...Irate X-Men ~

"Hey!"
"What the...!'
"Why you insolent little bastards...!"
Duo Maxwell happily ignored the outraged cries of the moviegoers as he blatantly cut in line, long braid whipping freely behind him like a shiny chestnut flag. Behind him, Heero Yuy and Chang Wufei were (unwittingly) making sure that none of the angry customers punched out Duo, the former's Patented Glare of Death® doing more than enough talking for him, the latter's mad rant about how going to a movie was for the weak keeping the normal people at a discrete five foot radius away from him. Sandwiched in between the happily skipping Duo and the glaring and ranting Heero and Wufei were Trowa Barton and Quatre Raberba Winner, with Trowa walking along at a silent, normal pace and Quatre blushing red as a fire truck and ducking his head, silently and furiously berating himself for following Duo's example and disregarding all manners and politeness. Pushing and shoving, the dysfunctional family-like group of boys finally reached the ticket counter, and Duo immediately slammed a roll of dollar bills in front of the saleslady (don't ask where the money came from!).

"Five tickets for--" Duo began to say. At that, the rest of the G-boys immediately began naming off their movies of choice, in complete disregard for the supposed abnormal personalities that they were supposed to display.
"Swordfish," Heero Yuy spoke up promptly (more like grunted), not too big of a surprise that he had named the terrorist and computer-hacking action flick.
"........" went Trowa, and Duo didn't bother to decipher what this stretch of silence was supposed to mean.
"Um...I'd like to see Pearl Harbor," Quatre spoke up shyly, naming the Disney romance set in a historical era.
"Movie-viewing is for the weak! Injustice!" Wufei huffed. "But since we are here, we might as well watch Kiss of the Dragon."
Duo pouted when he heard the titles that his fellow pilots had named.
"Aw...but I wanted to watch Shallow Hal," he whined. Quatre looked surprised.
"Duo, I didn't know you went for the whole romantic comedy genre," he spoke up. Duo turned around and looked at him like he had just grown two heads.
"Who cares about the plot?" he wanted to know. "I just wanted to see a hot blonde chick in lingerie."

At this, Quatre sighed, wondering to himself why he even bothered to ask.
"Never mind," he mumbled wearily. "So, um...what are we going to watch?"
"Swordfish," Heero grunted stubbornly.
"Shallow Hal!" Duo chipped in his two cents, placing his hands on his hips.
"........." Trowa...erm...silenced(?)
"Well, I wanted to watch Pearl Harbor--" Quatre began to say, when he was cut off by none other than...
"Kiss of the Dragon!" the Chinese lunatic--uck, that is, Wufei--boomed angrily, looking like he was ready to fight for his choice of movie. Unfortunately, so was Heero...and surprisingly, Duo was all too ready to defend his right to view hot blondes in lingerie. Trowa, meanwhile, just stood there silently (big surprise there), and Quatre, being the gentle pacifist that he was, obviously did not wish to get into a fistfight (or streetfight, if Wufei and Heero could have their way) over something as petty as a movie. So, in an effort to stop the impending streetfight that he knew was going to happen, Quatre quickly scanned over the list of movies playing and zeroed in on a particular title like a hunter moving in for the kill.
"Look, they made a movie about us," he pointed out, his voice squeaking a little bit in his nervousness. Heero, Duo, and Wufei thankfully relaxed from their fighting stances (Heero had his hand in his coat and his glare on his features, Duo had his fists up in front of him and was bouncing around like a ballerina turned boxer, and Wufei was crouched like the elusive tiger of Northern Asia), and turned around as one to see what Quatre was desperately babbling about. Quatre tried hard not to make his finger shake as he pointed up at the glowing red digital title on the black screen.
"S-S-See?" he stammered, swallowing hard. "Gundam Wing: The Movie."
Duo was studying the title intensely, and was frowning--an expression somewhat alien to his usually sunny face.
"Hey, I've heard about that," he muttered thoughtfully. "I think it's an indy, financed mostly by some man named Xavier, or whatever his name was."
Now it was Wufei's turn to look thoughtful (my, Duo and Wufei thinking on the same day--what are the odds?
"Xavier, is it? For some reason, I seem to remember that name," he murmured.
"But it's a movie about us," Quatre chirped a little too brightly. His sunny smile still frozen on his lips, the angelic blonde boy squeaked out, "And it's only fair that we watch it--that way we can tell how well they portrayed us."
Duo pouted.
"But it's an indy," he whined. "That means it's probably gonna suck."
Quatre gave Duo a stern look.
"Duo, what did we learn about judging books by their covers?" he asked patiently, sounding like a schoolteacher talking to a particularly troublesome child. Duo scratched his head. He scuffed his shoe in the asphalt. He pulled at his collar as he stared down at the ground, seemingly fascinated by the patch of sidewalk in front of his feet. After a good three minutes of fidgeting, he finally mumbled, "Eh...don't do it?"
Quatre nodded.
"So then it's settled," he said, like a parent trying to satisfy all of his children--which was, in some degree, not that far from the truth. "We're going to watch the Gundam Wing movie, and we're not going to sneak into Shallow Hal as soon as the theater darkens."
Three guesses as to whom this last statement was aimed at. Duo pouted for the third time since they'd pushed and shoved their way to the front of the line.
"But there's this one scene of a hot chick in lingerie..." he mumbled in a tiny voice as it trailed off.