Have you ever gone to spell the word 'coarse' and accidentally spelled 'course'? I have. It's embarrassing.
Also, have you ever put 'Spiderman swallowed thickly' four times within six sentences? Also embarrassing.
"Please?"
"No."
"Aw, come on!" Pietro whined, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet impatiently.
"I said no, Pietro." The woman sitting at the table in the small coffee shop said without looking up from her book. Her curtain of black hair contrasted sharply with Pietro's stark white. The tips that scraped against her shoulders were dyed a deep red.
"Please!" He got down on his knees, grabbing her hand and groveling. "Please, Wanda! I've never asked you for anything in my life!"
"You asked me for money yesterday!" Wanda Maximoff, Pietro's older-by-two-minutes twin sister, attempted to yank her hand out of her brother's grip with little to no success.
"But that wasn't important! This is life a death!" He whispered/shouted.
"You're making a scene!" Wanda wrinkled her nose, noticing that everyone else out grabbing their early morning coffee before heading off to work was staring.
"A scene?" Lightning struck his brain. "You don't want me to make a scene?"
"No, I don't! Now get up off the floor!" She snapped.
Faster than she could see Pietro stood and leapt up on to the table. "Well, if it's a scene you want!" He yelled loudly and anyone who had attempting to stare discreetly gave up and just ogled.
"Pietro!" Wanda hissed. "Get down off the table right this instant!"
"Or what, you'll beat me again?" He cried. Everyone in coffee house gasped.
"I never-" Wanda blushed and jumped in quickly in an attempt to explain that she wasn't in an abusive relationship with the man screaming on the table, the idiot was just her brother, who, apparently, had no shame.
"You never?" Pietro snorted indignantly. "What about this?" He demanded, stripping off his shirt. Wanda plopped her forehead into her palm. Streaked across his chest were the bruises he had collected from his tussle with Gambit this morning.
Gasps and murmurs shot up around the coffee house.
"I. Hate. You." Wanda growled.
"You love me." Pietro grinned before turning to the coffee house again. "She's a monster! Monster, I tell you! Monster."
"If I agree to go with you, will you get off the table and put on your shirt?" Wanda started to cave.
"Yup." Pietro smiled triumphantly, leaping off the table, giving one wink to the cute barista before shrugging on his shirt.
"You do realize I can never go in there again?" Wanda grumbled as they stepped out on the sidewalk together, early morning New York City awake and running.
"Eh, don't much care. We've got bigger fish to fry!" He declared. "Our father wants us to secure him a new friend!"
"If by 'secure' you mean 'kidnap', and by 'friend' you mean 'useful liaison'." Wanda snorted. "And besides, I hate your father."
"So the man misses a couple of birthdays," Pietro rolled his eyes.
"Twenty. Twenty birthdays."
"Are you going to hold that against him forever?"
"Not forever, just until I die." Wanda grimaced as Pietro threw an arm around her shoulders.
"C'mon!" He grinned. "We're going Cajun-hunting!"
Wanda rolled her eyes, but followed him.
"Please?"
"No."
"Aw, come on!" John whined as he trailed after a leggy blond woman through the streets, which she moved through as if she were liquid and he tromped through like a platypus attempting to fly.
"I'm not doing Magneto's dirty work anymore." The blond tossed over her shoulder distastefully. "Go ask Victor."
"I asked Vicky first." John snorted and rubbed a tender spot on his bum from where he had been unceremoniously kicked out of Victor Creed's 'den'.
"Then ask Jamie." The blond snorted as she ducked in to a shop on a corner.
"He's out of town." John moaned, following her in to the store, which only had a large wooden gun plastered where a store name would normally be located.
"Then go ask… anyone else. I don't much care." The blond growled, skirting her way around racks and racks of expensive looking guns, plucking a few hunting knives off a table as she went.
"I even tried asking Freddy!" John explained. "I'm desperate here!"
"I don't care." The blond didn't even look at him as she slapped down her weapons on the front counter. "I'm not going to gallivant about the city with you in search of this 'Gambit' man." She sneered.
"Please," John went to his knees in front of her, fingers meshed in a pleading gesture. "I have never asked you for anythin'. Help me track down this Gambit bloke. It shouldn't be too hard considerin' he's draggin' Rogue with 'im where eva' 'e goes to use as collateral."
The woman turned sharply, her eyes flashing yellow. "He has Rogue?" She growled.
"Uh… yeah." He looked confused as to why this particular bit of information would be so interesting to her. But, if it would work….
"Rogue." She repeated. "White streak in her hair, Anna-Marie, Rogue?" Her forehead creased with every word, lips forming a snarl.
"Legs that go all the way up, green eyed, untouchable Rogue. Yeah!" He clarified.
The woman clenched her fist and her teeth.
"Uh…" John noticed her eyes flash yellow again. "You okay there, Ravey?"
"He's holding Rogue hostage?" She repeated one last time to make sure she had her story straight.
"Last time we ran inta 'im he was." John nodded.
"He's dead." Raven 'Mystique' Darkholme growled, her pale skin shifting to a more natural blue, as odd as that sounds. "I'm going to kill him." She growled once before grabbing the hunting knives off the counter, not even bothering to pretend to pay for them as she stomped out the door.
"Wait!" John tailed her closely. "We aren' s'posed ta kill 'im!"
"Please?"
"No."
"Aw, come on!" Spiderman whimpered from his spot pinned against the wall.
"Question:" Deadpool grinned as he smacked the hammer on the pistol in his right hand, gesturing animatedly with his left. "When I shoot you will you bleed red or yellow?"
"Uh…Why would I bleed yellow?" He asked hesitantly.
"Have you ever squished a spider?" Deadpool asked.
Spiderman swallowed thickly.
"Say goodbye." Deadpool instructed as he leveled off his aim.
"Goodbye." Spiderman complied, sniffing. "And I never even got to ask Mary Jane to the prom." He mumbled under his breath.
"Say what now?" Deadpool hesitated.
"Mary Jane." Spiderman sighed. "She's this girl at my school I've wanted to ask out since forever."
"She hot?"
"Beautiful."
"And you want to score with her."
"I've always wanted to ask her out." Spiderman explained bashfully.
"And so you thought 'I should just run around in red spandex. Surely she'll love me once she sees me wearing red spandex!'?" Deadpool wrinkled his nose.
"Well…" You could hear the blush in his voice.
"Oh, my god." Deadpool dropped his gun hand to his side and ran his hand over his forehead. "I can't kill you now, I feel bad for you!"
Spiderman was stuck on taking this as good or bad news.
"In fact!" He stood up straighter as he got a genius plan. 'Genius' by Deadpool's standards, that is. "I'm gonna help you win the heart of fair maiden!"
"Uh…" Spidey swallowed. "That's really not necessary…"
"Which is what makes me such a good guy!" Deadpool grinned, slinging his arm around Spiderman's shoulders. "C'mon, Spider-kid! I'm gonna teach you how to be cool. Like in one of those romantic comedies where the chick asks her best dude-friend for help being more attractive to this hunky guy and her and her best friend end up falling in love and making out, only not at all."
That was around the time where Spiderman started to wish he'd gotten shot.
"Come on!" Deadpool beckoned. "I've got until eight tonight!"
"Please?"
"No."
"Aw, come on!" Laura harrumphed.
"I already told you." Logan growled back from his crouch in the middle of the road. "I get to kill him."
Remy breathed in one cleansing breath of waking before actually opening his eyes blearily and stretching his arms over his head and arching his back as he yawned before going limp again on the couch, eyes closing once more.
He stayed like that for a good five minutes more, drifting in an out of varying stages of awareness before he realized that the reason he couldn't breathe correctly was because there was something on his chest.
Without really thinking he wrapped his arm around whatever the soft, warm thing was and rolling over so that they were both laying down flat on the couch, figuring that the soft, warm thing would be more comfortable that way.
He yawned again, wrapping his arm tighter around the soft, warm thing so that it was tucked in to his chest, limiting the risk of it falling off the couch. With a content sigh he settled back down, resigning himself to sleep again.
It wasn't until the soft, warm thing rolled over and snuggled in to his chest unconsciously did his eyes snap open, wide awake.
The pattern of the fabric of his shirt was pressed in to Rogue's exposed cheek, the other side of her face resting on his shoulder. Her curly hair was wild and, judging by the dampness of his shirt, had just recently dried.
He stared at her for a moment, thinking about the small ray of sunshine that had settled across her cheekbone and how he might consider trading place with it before feeling awkward and attempting to slip out from underneath of her. However, somewhere in the duration of their nap they seemed to have gotten tangled.
Her head was on his shoulder, which led to the arm that was hanging off the side of the couch, slowly losing circulation. His other arm was wrapped around her waist, hand tucked under her hip, also losing circulation. Her arm was tucked under his torso, and, hell, that was probably losing circulation too. Her other arm was connected to the hand which was connected to the fingers she had unconsciously wound in the hem of shirt, which had been stretched throughout the morning to end at nearly his thighs. And their legs were so mixed together he didn't even want to think where one of them began and the other ended.
"Merde." Remy muttered as he tried to think about how he was going to get himself out of this one without waking her up. Nothing came to mind. "Uh…" He decided to start by trying to slip his arm out from under her head.
Rogue breathed in sharply and readjusted her head so that it was farther up on his shoulder.
"That was counterproductive." He sighed.
Rogue hummed something in her sleep and snuggled deeper into his shirt.
Remy smiled. He thought she'd been cute when she was screaming bloody murder at him. She was even cuter when she wasn't.
His breath mingled with hers for a moment before he started feeling awkward again.
She was asleep, she was untouchable, and she had pointed out more than once that she hated him.
Remy grunted with effort, this time starting with his hand tucked under her hip.
She mumbled something in her sleep and unconsciously pressed her hip into his hand, preventing movement.
"Eh bien, enfer!" Remy began to fear that he would be stuck there until she woke up.
"Do you need some help?" Bishop chuckled from his spot in the doorway of the kitchen, sipping on a fresh cup of coffee.
Remy craned around his neck to get a better view of the mutant in the door.
"…Maybe…" He allowed.
"Why don't you just wake her up?" Bishop inquired.
"She deserves a couple of minutes of sleep." Remy explained. "She's had a rough day so far."
"By a couple of minutes do you mean an hour and a half, because that's how long you two have been on that couch." Bishop hid his smug smile behind the rim on the coffee cup.
"An hour and a half?" Remy's eyebrows shot up on his forehead. "How could you let me sleep for so long?' He demanded.
"You two seemed pretty cozy on the couch together. I didn't want to interrupt." He didn't even bother to hide his smug smile this time.
"Help me up!" Remy hissed, and then regretted it when Rogue stirred lightly.
"What's the magic word?" Bishop asked, bemused.
"Please?"
"No."
"Aw, come on!"
I am going to take this time to ask you one big question, because I've been on the fence about it this entire story. Should Rogue be able to touch Remy. it's not going to really affect the story line any which way, but I never really write them being able to touch, and since this story is an entire plethora of 'New!' for me, why not start now? Of course, if they can touch, I might have to boost this story's rating up to M, if you know what I mean ;D ;D
