Le Zapper 4

Remy glanced to the right and then to the left, pausing before he slipped into the hallway. Patting his jacket to make sure his tools were still there, not those tools, he continued down to Pietro's room.

Slipping a hand into his pocket, he grabbed a simple metal rod, twisted slightly at one end. Jamming it into the key hole he began twisting it around until he heard the systematical click, grinning at how simple it was to actually break into the speedster's room he returned the pick.

Gliding into the domain, he cast a quick look around the room. It was sparsely furnished but has the necessities of a teenager. Remy glared at the fact that Pietro had a window seat instead of a simple square of glass. Shrugging it off as being the boss's son, he crawled further into the area.

Taking in all surroundings as he gently shut the door, all he needed was someone to come along and find it open to screw him over. A bed over on the farthest wall, a dresser, closet and rug was about all was in the room. Ignoring the posters and piles of clothing lying about he went over to the desk, practically invisible in the dark.

Ruffling through the papers on the top he frowned, there didn't seem to be anything of importance here. Flinging open the desk drawers, he was similarly disappointed by the bland nature of all the documents.

He was about to leave when he came across the final drawer, moving to pull it open he was met with resistance. It seemed this particular door had a lock on it, grinning to himself Remy plucked out several lock picks and began fiddling anew with the lock.

Sweating slightly as the seconds turned into minutes, he was again about to give up when he heard the solid clicks of Pietro's lock giving in to his ministrations.

 Inside was a few files, folders and a plain wooden box. Congratulating himself for his skill and patience, Gambit started to look through the only personal items.

After ten minutes of going through Quicksilver's possessions he had only a handful, he could possibly hold black mail. One of the files that Remy had come upon had held several photographs in it.

Having rutted through the trashcan already Remy was well aware of the mounting piles of pictures Pietro had of random girls. So, it came as quite a shock to him to find so few females in the folder. Perhaps he only allowed the most attractive in the drawer. Either way it was quite plain that the only things he could use as tools to humiliate Pietro would be the pictures he held in his hand.

One had a girl who was scowling deeply, red black hair cut short and blazing blue eyes. Realizing it was his sister, Scarlet Witch he gave an appraising look and returned it to the desk.

The other was a photo of the Brotherhood, his lip curling in disgust at the thought of anyone holding these losers dear to their heart he was about to toss the picture back in when he noticed something. There was an X-Men in this picture. Gambit wouldn't have even remembered the female expect that he'd gone up against her in battle before the giant robot appeared.

Smiling to himself, he remembered the fight she put up against his charm power. She was amazingly strong willed but why would she be in this picture? It contained only the Brotherhood beside herself.

The photo itself was quite unique Gambit had to admit. Blob was in the background, grinning like a loon, one hand held up in a wave. Avalanche, Quicksilver and Toad (in the order) were in front of Blob, holding aloft the female. Everyone was smiling, even the girl.

Remy was about to place the photo on the desk when he felt something on the back of it. Turning it around he realized that another picture had been pasted onto the back of this one. Glancing at it, he was even more amused to find that all of them had somehow gotten covered in mud and were piled into a room that was distinctively feminine. Not that the walls were pink or even a chic color but the fact that bras and panties lined the floor was a dead give away. The girl was reaching for Toad who had a black bra strapped to his head while Pietro was seen looking at a diary. Lance was holding his sides and Freddy was again grinning at the camera.

The next photo though made Gambit's face split into both a look of horror and amusement. Before his eyes lay Pietro chasing after the same X-Man, only he was clad in a get up remarkable like her own and his previously silver hair was dyed bright pink. Smiling as he found he found his tool of revenge, he replaced the pictures and locked the drawer again. Pocketing the pink haired Quicksilver picture, he waltzed out of the room, locking it before he left.

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Pyro frowned; his pen had run out of ink. Reaching into his pocket he frowned deeper as he realized he had used the last one he had. Looking around for another, he was disappointed to find none. Pietro had come into the room, smiling as he flipped through a book. John was at once remembered the holder of his Zippo and got up.

"Hey Pietro you wouldn't mind giving me back my lighter would you?"

"Depends. What do I get out of it?"

"An alley in war." Smiling Pietro just reached into his back pocket.

"Just stay away from my desk."

Nodding at the white haired boy, he turned and began at once plotting to torture some unsuspecting sod with his fire demons. It would be a small price to pay for his lighter anyways, normally Quicksilver wouldn't give anything back and would just hide it somewhere. Pyro found this out the hard way with two of his own lighters. Gambit had learned with a pack of picks and Piotr had found out when one of his drawling pencils magically disappeared when he set it down.

 Pyro just shook his head; they all had their quirks. Gambit constantly played card games, Piotr would doodle for an entire day. John himself would read hours on end at a time, not putting a book down until finished, not to mention his own amateur attempts at writing. Pietro oddly enough had a fixation with taking pictures. Which was extremely odd considering his Narcissistic nature and inability to stand still for a picture. All the members had their weird habits and mostly it was best to just leave them at it. John shuddered as he remembered a not quite so happy memory with Victor and a catnip mouse. He still had the scars.

Gazing into the fire he felt a manic grin take over his face, the flame spoke to him. Grinning he headed towards Piotr's room. All is fair in war and love; flicking a large cat into life with his Zippo, he forced it to charge against the door, only to disappear underneath it.

A loud scream came through the door. Pyro just ran for it. There was no way that Piotr wasn't going to pound his ass for this little deed and he wanted to be in the sanctuary of his own domain before his world would be crushed by steel plated arms.

 Cackling like the insane little nutter, he was Pyro finally reaching his door as he heard the clanking of his metal teammate jogging down the hall. Putting all his energy to sprinting into his room, he just bolted the door when a large thud was heard.

Another slam of the door followed. Seeing that there might be a problem if he let Piotr continually, pound his door John leaned up against the metal. Putting his entire wait on it he hoped that his teammate would get bored soon and just leave him unpunished. Suddenly the constant hammering stopped completely. Thanking his lucky stars John sighed a breath of relief.

Piotr stopped his raining of hits on the door. It was apparently not going to go do with his attacks. Thinking for a few moments an uncharacteristic grin appeared over his features.

Looking at the space between the door and the floor, he kneeled down. Sliding his fingers under the panel, he shifted suddenly to his metal form and busted the door off the hooks. John tumbled out of his room and unto a metal-shielded chest. Capturing him in a death grip Colossal began marching straight outside.

Bypassing all their teammates as he held the squirming mutant in a tight hug Piotr headed straight outside. Going over to a poll, he leaned John up against it…four feet off the ground. Grabbing the top, he twisted the metal pole around the Australian's waist…after striping him of all his clothing besides a pair of pink boxers that said 'Touch Here' over the crotch. Heading back into the building Piotr just shook his head and smiled.

"You might have won the battle but We SHALL win the war!" Pyro screeched, wiggling to get out. Needless to say it didn't work. John groaned and thumped his head on the pole.

"Help! Pietro! Remy! VICTOR! JASON! ERI~K! SOMEONE, ANYONE HE~LP ME!"

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Ah what a spot to leave, a half-clad Pyro strapped to a pole…wow. Everyone who reviews this chapter gets a muffin! *grin*

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Later yo,

               Icy