Disclaimer: No, I don't own or are making any money off of any of the Marvel characters. Period.
Notes: Thank you so much for the reviews! Even though there aren't a lot of them, the ones that are there make me want to write more and more. I tried to get this thing up sooner, but I just got a babysitting job, and a 5 yr old takes a lot out of a person.
Rating: Pg-13 ...just because.
Notes on the story: Here's where it should start making some sense. I hope ya'll like it.
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Chapter 4
On the space ship Galaxia.
"Remy! Are ya there? Answah me, dammit!" I can tell that I'm trying to sound tough, but it isn't working, as my voice quakes with my anxiety.
From behind me, the audible whoosh of the airlock door, as someone is obviously entering.
I whirl around, my hand going to my hip and drawing the laser gun that rests there in record time. I might very well be the one of the strongest alive, and invulnerable, but that doesn't matter much if someone has a bigger and badder gun than you. My legs slightly apart, the adrenaline starts pumping through my veins and I hold my breath.
As soon as the door opens enough for me to see the face that houses it, I drop my weapon, green eyes turning to liquid fire as I glare daggers at my husband.
"Remy! Ya scared me ta death, ya dirty swamp rat! Ah coulda shot ya, and then where would ya be?"
His cocky smile is only rewarded with another dirty look. Of course I'm not going to let him know how worried I was, now isn't the time for that. "Many apologies mon cherie..."
He winks at me, and proceeds to take off his Special Edition
P-90 badass gun, his long cape flowing behind him.
I roll my eyes and slide into the drivers seat, preparing the navigation systems to direct us back to Earth. "Ah take it tha negotiations went ta hell?"
A few friendly beeps and whirrs are heard as the computer comprehends the instructions and I lean back in the seat. "Nah, de Seconds went ta hell, Ah'd hav' ta say de negotiations went jus' fine."
The Seconds. An "affectionate" term the people of Earth have christened the few remaining aliens that tried to take over. Why? Because they are second to the people of Earth. I thought it was mighty catchy. Surprise, surprise that the aliens did not.
I hear a few clanks as he takes off the luggage on his uniform before he sits down beside me. I feel his lips brush my cheek before the sound of enhanced rubber slides onto the metal of the seat. A tingle. I have controlled my powers, but there's always the tingle of implied power. It wants me to know it's still there, but it doesn't object further to being controlled.
I steal a glance at him, still not used to seeing him without his usual uniform and trench coat. His eyes have this faraway look they get sometimes when he's thinking of the past. He still carries around a deck of cards, can't give up some habits. He doesn't wear the red and black type suit of old. It still has the same colors, only we've adapted to Hank's new formula for "super rubber" nearly indestructible, and uncomfortable as hell. It still has the tight, form-fitting outline, and cape on the back that could almost pass for a trench coat if you looked hard enough. Almost. The suits had a more Millennium, Post-End-of-the-War-Battle feel to them. Whatever that means, one of Jubilee's new words. Oh, and mustn't forget the shades. I think they make him look sexy as hell. Rimmed in silver with a kind of sleek appearance to them.
Mine was the same yellow and green colors, with the same basic style as Remy's only designed for more wind resistance, and no cape. They had all sorts of hidden compartments and secret stuff that appealed to the whole team. Each and every one of them were different, set to the team members specific style and personality. Yup, Hank was bored for about a year. Now that that's done, he's working on some sort of space traveling machine. I am personally against it. I don't know why either, it just doesn't settle right with me.
I lean my seat back and sigh, looking at the space scene with slitted eyes. It would be a good few hours before we reached Earth, and all that worrying made me tired. Just when I was lingering on that edge of sleep, fuzzy and warm...almost there, I heard a soft. "Psst." Grumbling some, and turned my head and opened my eyes.
"Whatcha want Remy?" I quirked an eyebrow, already somewhat irritated with him.
He smiles at me, dazzling by any woman's standards. Extending a gloved hand...fingers cut off of course, he beckons me closer with a hand that could work miracles or destruction.
I smile despite myself. Not many women could resist Mr. Lebeau, and I wasn't one of them. Atleast not anymore. Lucky for me that whatever I'm feeling for him, the feeling is more than mutual. I get to my feet lazily, and saunter over to him with a growing smile. I rarely tried to show myself off. If you didn't like me for what I was, then you didn't like me. Oh well.
He held his arms open, waiting for me, and I slipped into his lap with a contented sigh. After all this time, he still made me feel so safe. Strong arms gathered me closer to him, and I felt him relax. "Ah really am sorry foah scarin' ya chere." His lips brushed my neck and it produced a small sound from somewhere deep in my throat. I didn't answer him, I only curled up tighter, and closed my eyes. That's how we remained until we entered Earth's atmosphere.
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I'm sorry this is so short, I just had to get this put out there or I would never get it done. Times are slow, but atleast I've got an idea of where this is going as opposed to not knowing at all, which was the main problem of me not getting the others done. Enjoy.
Notes: Thank you so much for the reviews! Even though there aren't a lot of them, the ones that are there make me want to write more and more. I tried to get this thing up sooner, but I just got a babysitting job, and a 5 yr old takes a lot out of a person.
Rating: Pg-13 ...just because.
Notes on the story: Here's where it should start making some sense. I hope ya'll like it.
***
Chapter 4
On the space ship Galaxia.
"Remy! Are ya there? Answah me, dammit!" I can tell that I'm trying to sound tough, but it isn't working, as my voice quakes with my anxiety.
From behind me, the audible whoosh of the airlock door, as someone is obviously entering.
I whirl around, my hand going to my hip and drawing the laser gun that rests there in record time. I might very well be the one of the strongest alive, and invulnerable, but that doesn't matter much if someone has a bigger and badder gun than you. My legs slightly apart, the adrenaline starts pumping through my veins and I hold my breath.
As soon as the door opens enough for me to see the face that houses it, I drop my weapon, green eyes turning to liquid fire as I glare daggers at my husband.
"Remy! Ya scared me ta death, ya dirty swamp rat! Ah coulda shot ya, and then where would ya be?"
His cocky smile is only rewarded with another dirty look. Of course I'm not going to let him know how worried I was, now isn't the time for that. "Many apologies mon cherie..."
He winks at me, and proceeds to take off his Special Edition
P-90 badass gun, his long cape flowing behind him.
I roll my eyes and slide into the drivers seat, preparing the navigation systems to direct us back to Earth. "Ah take it tha negotiations went ta hell?"
A few friendly beeps and whirrs are heard as the computer comprehends the instructions and I lean back in the seat. "Nah, de Seconds went ta hell, Ah'd hav' ta say de negotiations went jus' fine."
The Seconds. An "affectionate" term the people of Earth have christened the few remaining aliens that tried to take over. Why? Because they are second to the people of Earth. I thought it was mighty catchy. Surprise, surprise that the aliens did not.
I hear a few clanks as he takes off the luggage on his uniform before he sits down beside me. I feel his lips brush my cheek before the sound of enhanced rubber slides onto the metal of the seat. A tingle. I have controlled my powers, but there's always the tingle of implied power. It wants me to know it's still there, but it doesn't object further to being controlled.
I steal a glance at him, still not used to seeing him without his usual uniform and trench coat. His eyes have this faraway look they get sometimes when he's thinking of the past. He still carries around a deck of cards, can't give up some habits. He doesn't wear the red and black type suit of old. It still has the same colors, only we've adapted to Hank's new formula for "super rubber" nearly indestructible, and uncomfortable as hell. It still has the tight, form-fitting outline, and cape on the back that could almost pass for a trench coat if you looked hard enough. Almost. The suits had a more Millennium, Post-End-of-the-War-Battle feel to them. Whatever that means, one of Jubilee's new words. Oh, and mustn't forget the shades. I think they make him look sexy as hell. Rimmed in silver with a kind of sleek appearance to them.
Mine was the same yellow and green colors, with the same basic style as Remy's only designed for more wind resistance, and no cape. They had all sorts of hidden compartments and secret stuff that appealed to the whole team. Each and every one of them were different, set to the team members specific style and personality. Yup, Hank was bored for about a year. Now that that's done, he's working on some sort of space traveling machine. I am personally against it. I don't know why either, it just doesn't settle right with me.
I lean my seat back and sigh, looking at the space scene with slitted eyes. It would be a good few hours before we reached Earth, and all that worrying made me tired. Just when I was lingering on that edge of sleep, fuzzy and warm...almost there, I heard a soft. "Psst." Grumbling some, and turned my head and opened my eyes.
"Whatcha want Remy?" I quirked an eyebrow, already somewhat irritated with him.
He smiles at me, dazzling by any woman's standards. Extending a gloved hand...fingers cut off of course, he beckons me closer with a hand that could work miracles or destruction.
I smile despite myself. Not many women could resist Mr. Lebeau, and I wasn't one of them. Atleast not anymore. Lucky for me that whatever I'm feeling for him, the feeling is more than mutual. I get to my feet lazily, and saunter over to him with a growing smile. I rarely tried to show myself off. If you didn't like me for what I was, then you didn't like me. Oh well.
He held his arms open, waiting for me, and I slipped into his lap with a contented sigh. After all this time, he still made me feel so safe. Strong arms gathered me closer to him, and I felt him relax. "Ah really am sorry foah scarin' ya chere." His lips brushed my neck and it produced a small sound from somewhere deep in my throat. I didn't answer him, I only curled up tighter, and closed my eyes. That's how we remained until we entered Earth's atmosphere.
***
I'm sorry this is so short, I just had to get this put out there or I would never get it done. Times are slow, but atleast I've got an idea of where this is going as opposed to not knowing at all, which was the main problem of me not getting the others done. Enjoy.