Written for: zebrabaker. May 30th, 2019 Gambit/Darcy "There's my ragin' cajun!" Steve spluttered at her words.

"There's my ragin' Cajun!" Darcy leaped into Remy LeBeau's arms as Steve sputtered at her words.

"Did you just say-" Darcy licked Remy's ear before giving his throat a thorough tongue cleaning. "Uh… nevermind."

Jane, the master of concentrating in the midst of chaos, didn't notice the softcore porn happening right in front of her until she'd finished the current chapter of her book. "I didn't know you were dating one of the X-Men, Darcy."

"And I didn't know you were getting double teamed by super soldiers every night," Darcy countered as Remy feasted upon her neck. "We all keep secrets."

"Hmm… that's fair." Jane went back to her book.

Sensing he would get no help from her, Steve chose a different course of action.

"So uh…" he paused when they started making out again. That went on for ten minutes. "So how did you two meet?"

"Oh it's quite a story," said Remy as Darcy undid his buttons to attack his chest. "Chere, would you like to tell it?"

"I'd like to do a lot of things that don't involve talking," Darcy stared deep into Remy's eye like she'd forgotten anyone else was around, "but I guess traumatizing Captain America isn't one of them. So it all started about a year ago. It was a year ago, right?"

"A year and a half to be specific," said Remy, pulling her somehow even closer. "I remember every moment spent with you."

Darcy giggled. "Oh, you big hunk of Cajun charm. Anyway, it was a year and a half ago and I was on summer break. I think Jane was in Norway or something."

"Italy," Jane corrected. "I was giving that speech at the University of Padua."

"Right, so Jane was in Italy, I was in New Orleans, and I decided I wanted to spend the night on a riverboats. Man, those things are awesome. The music, the food. Especially the food. I had this Bananas Foster that was like-"

"Mon amour, while I do love to watch words flow from your perfect lips," Remy kissed the side of her mouth, "perhaps you are becoming sidetracked."

"Right, right. Sorry." Darcy pulled back so he couldn't distract her with more kisses. "Anyway, I was in New Orleans on a riverboat and there was music and food etcetera. I'm just chilling out and minding my own business when this guy comes up to me. The guy's not Remy before you ask, it was some random waiter guy. At least I thought he was a waiter at the time. He was wearing the uniform, so-"

"Darcy."

"I'm getting to it. I'm getting to it. So this guy walks up to me and he asks if I need anyway. I say no, because I don't, and because he's giving me creeper vibes. You know how some people just have that look about them? Like they're not doing anything yet but you're pretty sure they will once your back is turned?"

"Uh…" Steve looked to Jane for her, but that was apparently a really good book she was reading.

"And I told him I was okay and he's like, 'Are you sure?' And I say, 'Yes, I'm sure.' And he says 'Are you really sure?' And I say, 'Yes, I am really positively sure that you're a weirdo.' And then he said-"

"At a certain point, he drew his gun," Remy interjected. "And that's when I stepped in."

Darcy nuzzled his neck. "You were my knight in shining leather."

"And you, my goddess with a taser."

They started making out again, and while part of Steve wanted to be outraged, most of him couldn't help but feel the heat building between them. He glanced at Jane and wished Bucky would get back soon.

"We're not getting the end of the story," he said, "are we?"

"Probably not." Jane put her book down. "At least now I know where she's been getting off to at all hours of the night."

"That's good," Steve muttered, averting his eyes as Darcy ripped the rest of Remy's buttons open.

He was about to suggest to Jane that they give the pair some privacy when the door opened and a pizza-laden Bucky walked in. "Okay, got a meat lovers for me, sausage and peppers for Jane, and a Supreme for Ste- YOU! "

Bucky dropped the pizza boxes and pointed at Remy. Before another word could be said, Bucky tackled him, leaving Darcy a mess of mussed hair and smeared make-up. "What the hell?"

Bucky had Remy in a chokehold. "YOU'RE GONNA PAY, YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

Remy somehow got out of Bucky's grip, leading to a chase scene like something out of an old cartoon. Trying to keep up with them was impossible, even for Steve.

"Do… do they know each other?" asked Jane.

Steve sucked in air through his teeth. "Yeah, I just remembered. We did run into him on a mission a while back."

"I guess the meeting didn't go well," Darcy remarked.

"GIMME MY MONEY!"

"Yeah, Buck's not as good a poker player as he thinks." Steve put an arm around Jane. "It's actually a funny story. We'd just dispatched the target and we decided to take the rest of the night off to relax. So we ended up at this casino…"