A/N: I do not own X-Men Evolution.

As per the request of Jazzismylyf (and my own personal missing/ longing to write something romantic) I present the latest chapter of Wolvie's Winter Wonderland.

"Is it not enough that you have potentially traumatized my girlfriend for life?" Piotr pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed, taking in a deep breath.

Remy gave him a look. "We need to squash any chance of rebellion." Winning was still at the top of his list. Winning took planning. Evil planning. Don't get all sentimental on me now Pete. "Besides- da petite is easily traumatized. The good news is, that's made her resilient."

Pete's brow furrowed. He wasn't particularly a schemer by nature, Remy's manic need to get ahead was starting to give him headaches, insomnia, and mild anxiety- and to be entirely honest: he missed her. "Just because Rogue is more difficult to –"

"Don't talk about her like that." (Funny, writing this feels vaguely familiar…) Remy pouted. Should he be defending her? No. But it was like a protective habit he was having trouble breaking.

A subtle smirk tugged at Pete lips.

"What?" Remy scowled.

"Admit it."

"What are you talking about."

"You," Pete pointed an accusing finger in Remy's direction "Miss her."

Remy snorted. Sure he hadn't brushed that white streak out of her porcelain face in a long time, or seen her nose wrinkle up because she thought his flirtatious banter was un-amusing, or smelled her strawberry shampoo she insisted was not frilly… But so what? He didn't miss her. Not at all. Not until she could admit she was wrong and boys rule and girls drool. And no Mr. Russian Know It All this is not an immature venture that should be set aside in the name of peace and harmony or some sentimental crap like that- so wipe that shrink-psycho-analyst- I-Know-Everything-(or-at-least-all- the- philosophical mumbo- jumbo) smirk off your face.

"I do not." Remy put his deep in thought/ scheming face back on.

Pete shook his head. One day, Remy would calm down. Until then… he would have to be very patient.

"I am going outside."

"Don't do anything stupid!" Remy called as Pete stepped out the door. "And by stupid I mean fraternize with the enemy."

Pete rolled his eyes. She wasn't exactly the enemy. Not for him anyway.

Meanwhile

Kitty Pryde sat with her legs crossed under her on her bed, her wrinkled old quilt laid out under her. She had one ear phone in, listening to Carly Rae Jepsen (yes guys, she drank that Kool- Aid) through one ear bud. Rogue had left to go take a shower or something, leaving Kitty with a cabin all to herself for afternoon free time.

So she was whooping it up- playing Sudoku (with a pink PEN, because real beasts don't use pencil) and eating the mint M&M's that she snuck there in her suitcase, in her sweats and pink fuzzy socks. Her head bobbed from side to side with the peppy song.

Until a tap on the frosted window scared her enough to reflexively phase through the bed. She looked up at the square glass at the back of the square structure.

Her eyes narrowed, but her she couldn't help the urge her lips had to tug upward- just a little. She stepped up toward the window. "Is this a trick?" She said.

He tilted his head to the side, smiling, in a way that said it was amusing that she was trying to talk to him through a closed window.

"IS THIS-" she said, louder, before realizing that wasn't going to help and opening the window. "Is this a trick?" Her arms folded over her chest and her eyebrow quirked up.

"No," he said, with a subtle frown that made her feel a little bad for asking. (But come on- she was still a little weary/ traumatized from the 'Zombie' attack.)

"You aren't going to get in trouble with Remy for fraternizing with the enemy?"

"I don't care about Remy,"

She planted her hands on her hips, raising her eyebrows (because we all know those two had a non-romantic bromance going on).

"Not like I care about you," he slipped his hand into hers.

She bit her lip… but he had those blue eyes and that uber awesome Russian accent. And well… he just seemed so sweet when he had that look on his face. Could we blame her if she melted a little bit?

"I am sorry- about the… Zombie Apocalypse."

Her face soured, just slightly.

He held his finger up for her to wait a second. From the pocket of his jeans, he pulled a neatly folded square and handed it to her. She opened it carefully. A slow smile lit her face.

"They aren't particularly abundant at the moment- so I thought it might be an adequate replacement,"

"It's perfect," she half smiled, half pouted (so much for being a shining pillar of feminist strength). He'd sketched a perfect picture of a dahlia for her though. It was pretty okay? Girls like pretty things! Against her better judgment, she phased through the wall, stood on her tiptoes and pecked the portion of his cheek that loomed dangerously close to his lips.

He caught her, cupping her jaw. He tilted his forehead to hers, wordlessly asking for permission. Her eyes faded closed, wordlessly giving it to him. He rested his lips against hers. She tasted like strawberry lemonade lip balm. Nothing- no feud- could be worth more than this. It was like breathing.

Slightly Later

"You fraternized, didn't you?" Remy said.

Pete sighed, but didn't respond.

Remy knew that subtle smile- it meant he'd done something "romantic"- they probably sat around holding hands and giving each other Eskimo kisses like some annoying, adorable, coupley… couple.

Piotr opened his mouth, about to respond.

"No." Remy held his hand up for him to stop. "Remy don't want to know." He grumbled out a sigh. "This better not interfere with your allegiance to your team."

"It will not." Pete smirked. "You know, you could talk to her,"

Remy had a look on his face, similar to that of a stubborn child.

"Maybe you could… apologize?"

He went from stubborn child to downright appalled.

"Or you could continue to fester in this unhealthy obsession with winning."

For now, he would fester.

A/N: So… yeah. Thought I'd break away from the pranking for a bit. (Kiotr is the BEST!) please, ya know, review =)