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Pietro stepped partway into the cell, the light revealing the arrogantly handsome smirk stamped across his features. His gaze fell upon St John, with matching armbands, then moved to Amara, taking in her torn up shirt –or lack thereof--, his eyes raking up and down her body in a way that made Amara very uncomfortable.
Pyro noticed this and moved closer to Amara, putting his arm around her, he drew her closer to himself.
Pietro, taken aback a little, recovered quickly and sneered, "Oh, I see how it is now, Pyro. You've found your very own little whore to take care of you and your...needs, now is it?"
Without warning, Pyro lunged forwards, taking Pietro by surprise and toppling him to the ground. He managed to get two wild punches in before the speed demon was back up again. Swiftly, Pietro kicked John in the stomach, driving all the air out of his lungs. As Pyro doubled over, Pietro took this as his chance to attack; his fists barely visible as they rained fast, hard punches down on John's prostrate body.
Amara's eyes widened as she watched John fall into unconsciousness; Pietro looked bent on beating him to death!
"Stop it! Pietro, stop, leave him alone!" She made a grab for his wrist, but she might as well have been trying to trap air. She drew back her arm and drove it towards Pietro's face, which for the moment was still. He caught her wrist in midair, momentarily halting his vicious onslaught.
"You've gotta be just a tiny bit faster there, girl. Amara, is it?" Pietro said amusedly, "And what if I don't want to stop, huh? What are you able to do about it?"
"If-if you kill him, Magneto won't be able to use his power for that machine of his."
"Like I care. Father can always just get someone else, there's way more mutants out there." Pietro shrugged nonchalantly. "You can't make me stop unless you're willing to give me something I want."
Amara caught the innuendo right away. "You're sick, you know that? I used to believe that you weren't that bad of a guy, just a bit arrogant. Now I know better."
"Hey, that's the way the world works, sweetheart. Regrettably, I really have pressing matters elsewhere. But if you're into doing favours, don't hesitate to ask me." He winked and leered at her. "You can bet I'm a hundred times better than this loser." He kicked Pyro's limp form contemptuously.
Pietro turned to go, and then paused. "Oh, I was supposed to give you guys a message. You have an hour before Father activates that machine. I suggest you use it wisely." He laughed then. "I'm fast, you know. If you really want me to I can make it so that you don't have to die a virgin."
Amara's face clouded; that was it! "Leave us alone, Pietro! Just go follow some orders or whatever it is that lackeys do, but don't come near me again!"
She barely had time to blink before she felt two hands grip her shoulders and pull her backwards to lean flush against a male body. Heat flooded her body as she felt his lips on the nape of her neck.
"This is near to you, girl. And I can't keep that promise." Pietro's voice murmured, and then he was gone, the cell door clanging shut behind him.
Amara sat for a moment, a little stunned, then rubbed the back of her neck in disgust erasing all feeling of the speed demon's mouth. She shuddered in revulsion before crawling over to where Pyro lay, facedown on the rough concrete.
She grabbed his shoulder and flipped him over, scooching back so that she could rest her back against the wall. Hauling on his torso, she got St John into a half-sitting position, his head resting on her chest, his own upper body supported by her knees on either side. She smiled wryly at the irony of the situation; this was the position she had woken up in around an hour ago, only the roles had been reversed. She wondered how long she had been out for.
Looking down at John, she saw that he was rapidly forming bruises, and that the bare skin of his chest was dotted with small grains of cement and dirt from the floor of the cell. Hesitating for only a moment, she passed her hand over his skin, loosening the dirt and brushing it to the floor.
Once that was done, she sat back and sighed. Not much to do now but wait.
Remy sighed and repositioned his fingers on the knife handle. Surely it couldn't be THAT difficult to remove the door hinges...Some fool had put the hinges on the inside of the door instead of the outside. Most likely Sabretooth.
In the corner of the cell, Roberto DaCosta watched the Cajun in worried silence. He had woken up feeling slightly ill, and the fact that there was no window for even a tiny crack of sunlight to spill through was not helping. Roberto was as weak as a newborn kitten.
Over his time spent in captivity, Roberto found himself formulating some new opinions about Magneto's Acolytes. Remy LeBeau in particular. The Cajun wasn't the coldhearted bastard that the other X-men made him out to be; to the contrary, Gambit was polite, respectful and even kind. Roberto decided that if the rumours were true, and that Rogue had her eye on the Acolyte, she would have his full support in the matter. Gambit was a nice guy; there was no other way to put it.
Now, Pyro...that was a different matter. Roberto sighed, hating the fact that Amara was kept from his sight, hating that she was kept in close quarters with the half-sane pyromaniac, hating that he, Roberto, was not there for her. Amara was a close friend, a team member...perhaps even something more. To Roberto, at least. He wasn't so sure about her feelings for him; it seemed that she was preoccupied with someone else over the past couple weeks.
"Hey, homme, you wanna have a go at dis doornail? Remy's fingers are hurtin' somet'ing awful."
"Sure, why not?" Roberto staggered upright, leaning against the wall for support.
"Okay, here's how y' do it..."
A/N: Yes it's short, but just deal with it. I needed a change in perspective and Roberto made for refreshment. I kind of like the possibility of a friendship between Gambit and Sunspot. I mean, they never interact on the show, so what would it be like if they actually met each other?
I was busy writing Amyro fluff, and then was like "so if that's what John and Amara are doing in this cell, what would Roberto and Gambit be doing in the other one?" And no, I will not write slash. I'm not really a slash fan, unless it's written in a tasteful and highly professional manner. lol.
Read and Review, please!! I mean, if you read it, you might as well put in your two cents. It makes my feel so much happier about my story. I even welcome disparaging remarks! Anything short of a badly written flame with poor grammar and spelling that is...
Oh, and again...I don't hate Pietro. I just needed a bad guy for a ladies man...and the only Acolytes left are Colossus = nice guy, wouldn't dream of it, Magneto = he's the super mastermind guy, he doesn't have time for that. plus he's old, Mastermind= can we say euuurgh? or Sabretooth = another hearty "YECHHHH!" plus Sabes probably doesn't care about that kind of thing.