Disclaimer: I own only my ideas blah blah blah. The characters belong to
Marvel or whomever, just not me. Kapeesh?
Authors Note: Very first fanfiction ever! Sorry if the story is shaky or
poorly written, I've never attempted a fanfiction. Reviews are more than
welcome! Constructive criticism is much needed!
Things were easier now without a doubt. Kitty no longer had to worry about stupid Lance Alvers. He had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with her after his latest attempt to smash her into a wall. It wasn't so much that she cared about him not caring about her, it was the sheer fact that he had chosen to live as a martyr for evil deeds. Lance made a better gynecologist than an evil villain. It was always so funny to watch him though. Whenever he was angry he gave the false impression of thinking about some reasonable way of dealing with the problem, but it always ended with ceiling tile on the ground and Lance with a stabbing headache. False impression, that's exactly what he was! One big, false impression. Of course this false impression came fully equipped with deep brown eyes, strong bone structure, and an implacable attitude that screamed obscurity in a frighteningly attractive way. Kitty grinned, thinking about him made her stomach feel empty and knotted, but in a painfully good way. Maybe he wasn't so bad. Maybe there was something under the bad puns and foolishness.
Lance closed his eyes, trying with his all to shut out the thunderous clamor traveling through the rotting ceiling. His head was spinning with thoughts about Kitty Pryde. He knew his loyalty to The Brotherhood was important, they were in a way his nonstandard second kin. That still was no rational justification for acting like a chauvinistic asshole to Kitty. She deserved far better than anything he could possibly offer. Saying they were two worlds apart would be the understatement of the century. Still in his twisted way of trying to protect her from his less endearing self, he always ended up trying to physically hurt her or her teammates. Lance's head began to throb; Kitty was like the bubonic plague. Whenever he thought about her, he couldn't stop. He continued being berated by images of her until her finally drifted into slumber.
Things were easier now without a doubt. Kitty no longer had to worry about stupid Lance Alvers. He had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with her after his latest attempt to smash her into a wall. It wasn't so much that she cared about him not caring about her, it was the sheer fact that he had chosen to live as a martyr for evil deeds. Lance made a better gynecologist than an evil villain. It was always so funny to watch him though. Whenever he was angry he gave the false impression of thinking about some reasonable way of dealing with the problem, but it always ended with ceiling tile on the ground and Lance with a stabbing headache. False impression, that's exactly what he was! One big, false impression. Of course this false impression came fully equipped with deep brown eyes, strong bone structure, and an implacable attitude that screamed obscurity in a frighteningly attractive way. Kitty grinned, thinking about him made her stomach feel empty and knotted, but in a painfully good way. Maybe he wasn't so bad. Maybe there was something under the bad puns and foolishness.
Lance closed his eyes, trying with his all to shut out the thunderous clamor traveling through the rotting ceiling. His head was spinning with thoughts about Kitty Pryde. He knew his loyalty to The Brotherhood was important, they were in a way his nonstandard second kin. That still was no rational justification for acting like a chauvinistic asshole to Kitty. She deserved far better than anything he could possibly offer. Saying they were two worlds apart would be the understatement of the century. Still in his twisted way of trying to protect her from his less endearing self, he always ended up trying to physically hurt her or her teammates. Lance's head began to throb; Kitty was like the bubonic plague. Whenever he thought about her, he couldn't stop. He continued being berated by images of her until her finally drifted into slumber.
