Le Zapper 5
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Remy walked slowly out into the garage, as not to arise any suspiciousness. Normally the boss didn't care when they left, as long as they returned when he had a mission for them. That was the only rule for using the vehicles, that and the tanks must be refueled. Snatching a set of keys of the rack he walked over to his bike. Grinning at himself he patted 'Peggy' on her side, slipping a leg over the bike. Fitting the key into the ignition he turned the key, waiting for his baby to purr. Only instead of roaring to life, the bike choked hazardously before dying. Gambit frowned, turning the key once more. Still noting. Third time's a charm, he figured, turning the key. The engine started to roar…only to sputter and fall. Grunting, Remy jumped off the bike and began searching for the problem.
He didn't have to look long, there was a butter knife covered in peanut butter wedged into the motor of Peggy. Falling on his knees he rubbed the bike.
"Don't worry Peggy, ol' Gambit fix ya right as rain." He continued to pat his bike as he attempted to get the knife out.
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Jason put a hand to his forehead, growling out obscenities that would make a sailor blush. Pushing off from his desk he rose, exiting his room and the building. The old man growled louder when he found his distraction…hanging from a pole by his underwear.
"Mastermind, old mate, you'll get me down…woncha?" Pyro bargained, trying to look innocent.
Jason was not fooled, scowling he grabbed the youth's feet. John's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, sweat formed on his forehead.
"You….ya…aren't gonna-AAAAAH"
With a mighty tug, our beloved firestarter was yanked off the pole, now sporting the largest wedgie known to mutant kind.
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Peter grinned, looking up from his drawling, as John and Jason walked back in the house. Well, Jason was stomping and John was limping but it simply added to the fact that he was able to get the firestarter. Waving at the other boy childishly he smirked. Jason ignored the both of them and walked into the kitchen to find some Tylenol. Then perhaps he'd discuss with Erik his troublesome teenage recruits.
John frowned and ignored the snub, grimacing as he sat down on the couch. He was so going to pay for this one.
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Pietro sped around the yard, unsure of what he should do next. Licking the crunchy peanut butter off his hands, he went over his assets in this war.
He had John as an ally, there had to be some way that he could manipulate the situation to his advantage. Someone who could control fire, that and his speed, cunning and beautiful self. Quicksilver stopped moving. Deciding that his father wouldn't be pleased with a trench, he moved onto the road and took off. Running always helped in the past; maybe it would lend a helping hand in his revenge on Peter and Remy.
What did he know about the two? Not much, Pietro realized, he decided that after the Brotherhood getting too close to teammates wasn't a wise idea. Throwing the empty peanut butter jar in a trash can as he flashed by, he ate the last of it off his hands.
He had one up on Remy but as far as he knew, John was still shrieking into the distance for assistance. He'd thought about assisting the other boy but when he saw him in his boxers he decided against it. He had enough scaring memories from living with Todd and Freddy. All Petey knew was that overweight people should never, ever wear spandex, he shuddered. When he had asked where they had gotten all the spandex from they had answered with one simple word, Xavier. Sometimes he still woke in the middle of the night, sweaty, and shaken from the memory. He didn't need to add a practically nude St. John to his history. He would need to avenge his collaborator though. No one messed around with Pietro Maximoff's partner and got away with it.
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Erik stretched; who knew belly dancing could be so exhilarating? Pausing the television and blocking it from view as someone came into his room he glanced around. If it were the boy again he'd teach him a thing or two about manners. His eyes, however, did not land on Pietro but Jason.
Jason's eyes grew in size. His boss, the one who was suppose to be bringing about mutant world domination, yea that one, he was wearing a costume that looked like a reject from 'I Dream of Jeannie'. Where he got the gauze and sequence was anyone's guess. Erik shifted impatiently.
"Something you needed?"
Taking that as a clue to ignore his dress, Mastermind started to explain.
"Yes, it seems the boys…"
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John got up, becoming conscious of the fact that he was still in just torn boxers…in the living room. Having enough exposure for one day, he went for his room and a spare change of clothing. Making a face at his door he leaned the metal frame back against the frame. He'd have to inform the boss of his broken door. The man was twisted in his joy for fixing metal things by rearranging the particles and such. Or something like that, it didn't really matter to John. Slipping on a new pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with some new boxers he stalked out of his room. See, John never really just walked- oh no my friend, he moved with a purpose, constantly. First he'd find his partner and then they would get busy. Enough time had been wasted with this worthless dancing around. Things were gonna get treacherous.
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That's it…for now. I didn't mean for this to have such a big break from the last chapter to this one but I have been working on other stories and different series of late. I will finish all my stories though! Send reviews with ideas! Loved to hear from you! *grins* * waves*
Later yo,
Icy