A/N: I do not own X-Men Evolution.
Remy bolted- no hesitation, no dumbfounded staring, no processing. Just go. Not that he needed a head start. This was a scavenger hunt. Hello- his skills as voleur suprême made it impossible for him to lose. This was already in the bag. However, he would like to get this done in a timely manner, so he could wait leisurely at the finish line like the champion he was.
A millisecond behind, Rogue snatched Kitty up by the elbow and hauled toward the mess hall- Remy no doubt thought this was 'already in the bag', but she wasn't going to pitch up a white flag just because he was a few inches taller and had a longer stride.
Kitty gulped down frozen air. Geez Remy was tall. Like she knew before, but trying to keep up with him in a Winter Tortureland? Yeah, it rubs it in your face that you're petite. She was not too slow, however, to suck up the opportunity to trip Bobby.
"Hey!" He said through a mouthful of snow.
A hysterical snicker weaseled through her freezing gasps. Was it kind of cruel? Yes. Was it wildly hilarious? Heck yes.
Up ahead, Remy reached the mess hall. He smiled to himself. That is until he found the closest door locked. He cursed in low French to himself. Kitty phased her and Rogue straight through the wall, not a full foot away from him, waving at him as she went. His teeth gritted together. No time to stew- he fumbled through his pockets for a thinning stack of playing cards.
Inside the mess hall, on a lone table, sat a pile of lists. Rogue snatched it up, glancing over the typed scrawl.
Hello campers.
If you are reading this, you already know you will be working in teams of three to find all the items on this list. No powers, and of course, no cheating.
Rogue rolled her eyes. Logan seriously needed to work on his communication skills, because she didn't remember him disclosing any of those rules.
Remy burst through the door- literally. One of his signature neon pink explosions undid the lock in a glowing BOOM.
"Time to go," Kitty clutched Rogue's wrist and took her through now open door. "We need to find our third member." Kitty said as she plowed into a familiar purple haired ally.
By then, the main stream of mutants had smashed through the doors from all sides.
"Betsy," Rogue said, linking elbows with Psylocke. "You're with us." Thank goodness they wouldn't have to sift through the rest of the girls for a proper partner. Not like another super pair making their way out the doors…
Remy messaged his temple. Which of the lucky village idiots would get to be crowned victor alongside Piotr and himself?
His obvious first choice would be Emma- who would be the most competent asset. However, she was not in the mass of bickering teens in front of him. She was on a hill top, her arms folded across her chest, standing next to Wolverine with a disillusioned look on her face. Of course. She wasn't into camping crap like this.
So he would be selecting who would be the least dead weight…
Never mind- no time to decide who would be the least whiny, annoying, and inept. Not while Rogue was probably already plotting a way to procure the first item on the ridiculous list. He would have to settle for the first person to scramble out behind them.
"You-" He said, as said person jogged out of the door.
Scott Summers pointed up at himself.
On second thought, Remy would never (ever) be that desperate.
"-should go find another team, Polyphemus."
Scott's brow scrunched at Remy like he was speaking Greek… Oh wait, he kind of was.
Remy shook his head. And he calls himself smart… "Learn some mythology."
Piotr just sighed. He wouldn't even bother to suggest someone to team up with.
"You-" Remy said again, as Bobby dove out the door. Remy sighed. He almost regretted the whole 'first one out the door policy', but every second that slipped away was a second away from winning, so the Popsicle would have to do. "You have been graced with the honor of being on our team. You shut up, do as we say, and don't ruin anything, capiche?"
Bobby nodded. When Remy tells you you're on his team, you don't argue. You just shut up, and do.
"Good," Remy said. "We've just given you a one way ticket to the winner's circle Bobs. Don't waste it."
And off they were- a trio that probably never would have happened, had the genders not been at war.
Remy skimmed his hands together. "What are we scavenging first?"
A/N: So… this chapter was kind of short=p No worries though, I'm hoping to update quickly though. Please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading.