It was Remy's favorite day of the week; Sunday. His "leave me alone and let me create culinary masterpieces in my immaculate kitchen" day. Today's masterpiece was set to be stuffed mushrooms, and maybe the others felt that the use of the word masterpiece was taking a few liberties, but that just meant more stuffed mushrooms for him.

He had things well under way, carefully stirring the ingredients together in his favorite skillet, when Pyro trudged his way out into the living room with his hands stuffed in his pockets. For a moment, it looked as if he were debating between playing the Xbox, and interacting with Remy, before he eventually straightened up and made his way over to the island counter.

"So..." Pyro began as he sat down on one of the stools, peering into the skillet with minimal interest, "Whatcha cookin'?"

Remy let out an irritated sigh, "Go away, Pyro."

"Ain't you a ray of sunshine." Pyro muttered before looking back at the skillet, "Mushrooms?"

"Stuffed mushrooms. Now go away." Remy replied without bothering to look up.

"Huh." Pyro pressed his lips together and nodded thoughtfully, "How do ya stuff 'em?"

Remy glared back at Pyro, pausing his stirring for a moment, "Bend over an' I'll show you." He snapped, before turning back to his work. It really was a simple request; Leave me alone. So I can create culinary masterpieces. In my goddamn kitchen. But for whatever reason, without fail, Pyro enjoyed pushing the boundaries of what that simple request implied.

"So uh... Kitty an' Pete ain't here, eh?" Pyro asked, as he glanced around the apartment, as if they might suddenly materialize just by mentioning their names.

"No." Remy clipped.

"Where'd they go?"

He rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and let out a sigh, coming to terms with the fact that Pyro was clearly not going anywhere soon, "I don't know, Pyro. Driving lessons maybe? All I know is that they aren't here, and you are."

"Humm..." Pyro knit his brow as he drummed his fingers on the counter idly, "Drivin' lessons again? That's strange, innit? Dontcha think that's strange? I mean... how long's she been gettin' driving lessons for now anyway? Like... three months?"

Remy pressed his lips together and focused on his work, assuming that maybe Pyro would get the not-so-subtle hint that he really wasn't in the mood for chit chat.

"I dunno, I just think she should be able to drive by now... I just think it's strange..." Pyro added when Remy hadn't responded.

Finally Remy let out another long suffering sigh and glanced back at Pyro, "It's Kitty. She bumps into walls when she's standing still. It's not that strange."

Pyro crossed his arms silently, and Remy thought for a fleeting second that perhaps he'd given up his quest for conversation, until Pyro clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth,

"So Pete's been spendin' a lot of time with his new girlfriend." He observed, leaning forward to rest his folded arms on the island counter, "Interesting that we haven't seen her around here, hey? I wonder if he's got somethin' to hide there."

"It's not interesting at all." Remy grumbled as he flicked the stove top off and pulled the skillet off the burner, "Given our track record with his girlfriends, I don't expect to meet any of his women until one day, we get a wedding invitation in the mail."

Pyro sneered at that and muttered something unintelligible under his breath, glaring down at his arms. He was quiet for a few minutes while Remy went to work filling his mushroom caps.

"If I had a secret, but I promised I wouldn't tell... Technically if you figured it out on your own, that wouldn't be telling, right?" Pyro asked, squinting up at Remy.

"Who would tell you a secret?" Remy snorted, glancing back quickly at Pyro who pressed his lips together and perked his eyebrows up silently, "Oh Jesus, you're gunna make me guess?"

Pyro nodded.

Remy rolled his eyes, "Alright. Was it Rogue?"

"No."

"Kitty?"

"No." Pyro said with a pointed look as he nodded his head frantically.

Remy sighed and gave his head a shake, of course Kitty would be dumb enough to share a secret with Pyro.

"Okay, so Kitty. Is it about her work?" Remy asked, knitting his brow when Pyro shook his head, "Is it about her money?"

"Ugh no..." Pyro sighed out of irritation, dropping his head back to look up at the ceiling.

"Is it about that shower thing?" Remy tried again.

"No!" Pyro nodded excitedly again, tapping his nose as if he were playing charades.

"Alright... did you see the goods?" Remy asked with a smirk.

Pyro rolled his eyes and frowned, "Please, you think I'd keep that a secret?"

"Okay, I'm losing interest really quickly here-"

"Come on! You're so close!" Pyro pleaded, causing Remy to let out a long sigh,

"I don't know Pyro..." His face went hard suddenly and he narrowed his eyes dangerously at Pyro, "She wasn't using my organic hemp shampoo was she?! That shit is expensive, and it has to be shipped in from Spain."

"Ugh, forget it!" Pyro snapped as he stood up, "You're too stupid. Where's Rogue?"

"Oh I wouldn't put my eggs in that basket." Remy said, turning back to his mushroom caps with a smirk, "She's pretty stupid too."

Pyro let out another frustrated grunt before stomping his way out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him.

The apartment was silent for a total of three minutes before the sound of the door caused Remy to roll his eyes at his mushroom caps, "Jesus Pyro, I ain't playin' this stupid game with you. If you want me to know just-"

He was suddenly and rather forcefully grabbed by the back of his neck and dragged out of the kitchen and over the island counter before being slammed up against the wall next to the TV.

"Good to hear you ain't playin' games." Sabertooth growled, mere inches from Remy's face, with his furry forearm pressed up against his throat.

"Vic!" Remy drawled as casually as he could, plastering on a wide smile, "Fancy seein' you here-"

"Cut the shit Gambit." He hissed, "Erik is getting restless, you haven't delivered yet."

Remy uttered a pained little chuckle and attempted to shrug, "Relax! Remy's got it all under control! This ain't my first rodeo-"

Sabertooth pressed his arm firmly against Remy's windpipe, effectively shutting him up, "Get it done. Now."

"These things take time." Remy wheezed with a frown, and Sabertooth released some of the pressure on his throat, "Breakin' into Stark Industries ain't exactly a cake walk."

A low growl rumbled in the back of Sabertooth's throat and he narrowed his eyes menacingly at Remy with a snarl.

"Oh my God, seriously!? You've got to be kidding me." The sound of Kitty's irritated voice caused Remy to blanch slightly, and Sabertooth to turn his attention to the doorway, which was tucked out of view. "You guys suck. The door was wide open, don't tell me you're too lazy to shut the stupid door. And don't give me that bullshit about living with a thief and how you're-"

She froze when she stepped into view, taking in the display before her with wide eyes. All three of them remained perfectly still, staring at one another in silence, until Sabertooth snarled in the back of his throat and narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"Bad time? I'll go." She whispered, stepping back towards the door, only to have it quickly blocked from her; Almost in the blink of an eye, Sabertooth had dropped Remy and positioned himself between Kitty and the doorway.

"Now what do we have here?" Sabertooth's eyes darted back towards Remy, "I thought I smelled a rat. You've been working with the X-freaks."

"What?" Kitty's eyes grew wide and she took a step backwards towards Remy, "No! No I'm not- I'm not with them anymore."

"She lives here." Remy said, his hand clamping down around her wrist and pulling her back towards him, "It's not like-"

"He came to me for help." Kitty cut in quickly, and Remy's eyes flicked down to her. "With your... job."

Sabertooth eyed her questioningly with a sneer on his lips before skeptically looking back to Remy.

"You needed help?"

Remy worked the muscles in his jaw at the condescending lilt to the feral mutant's tone, and his face pulled into a frown, "Assistance." He said sharply, glancing over to Kitty with a reluctant little eye roll, "She has useful abilities."

Sabertooth inspected Kitty with a dubious snarl as Remy spoke, and then flicked his glare back up to Gambit, "This wasn't part of the deal."

Remy clenched his jaw and shot out a sharp breath through his nostrils, "Sometimes you need to outsource, non?"

Sabertooth's glower grew, and he cocked his head to the side to give Kitty another sneering once over, before finally backing off a little and grunting, "Stark is out of the country. You got two days. Get it done."

Remy tensed up at the order, not particularly fond of taking directions from a woolly mammoth, but managed to force out a nod in agreement. And with a final threatening little growl, Sabertooth was gone.

Both Kitty and Remy stood stock-still as they stared at the open doorway until Remy broke the silence with a cuss. He moved past Kitty to kick the door shut, and the resulting bang caused her to jump, and startle her back to reality.

"What the hell!"

Remy cursed again and ran his hands through his hair with a frown.

"You're working for Magneto again!? My God you're an idiot!" She berated him with a scowl, "Didn't you learn your lesson?!"

"Would you shut up, I'm tryin' to think." He snapped, moving back into the kitchen to check on his stuffed mushrooms with a frown.

"What did he hire you for?" Kitty crossed her arms as she watched Remy move around the kitchen, grumbling to himself under his breath.

"None of your concern."

"Like hell it's not." She clipped, "I'm in this now. You in big effing trouble, Remy. You need my help."

"I don't need anything, Kitty." He barked back, ripping the skillet off the stove top angrily and dropping the ruined stuffed mushrooms into the sink, "I got it under control."

"Sure as hell doesn't look like it!" She raised an eyebrow, "And you've already told Sabertooth I'm helping-"

"No, you told Sabertooth you were helping." He cut her off with a glare.

"And what would have happened if I hadn't!?" She shouted back, "He probably would have popped my head off like a Barbie doll! And then moved on to Ken!" She flicked a hand at him before forcefully sitting down on one of the bar stools, "So yeah, I'm in this now and I'm going to help, so you might as well just make this easier on the both of us, and let me."

Remy let out a long breath in an attempt to soothe his frayed nerves before giving his head a resigned shake and rolling his eyes, "There's this... technology that Stark's been working on. Magneto wants it. He hired me to steal it."

Kitty's eyes silently grew wide as she stared at Remy, "Stark... as in..."

"Yup."

"You have to steal from Iron Man?" Kitty whispered in shock.

"Nope, we have to steal from Iron Man." Remy said with a sardonic smile. "Tomorrow."

"I hate you so much..." She breathed, shaking her head slowly as the gravity of the entire situation settled in.

"Well, you've been lookin' for a new job... what are friends for?" He grumbled, scrubbing his eyes with a frown, "Look, I've been tryin' to find the best way into Stark's place for a month, but that place is like... frickin Fort Knox. Magneto is apparently getting impatient in his old age. He knows this shit ain't easy, that's why he hired me-"

"So, do you have any way in at all?" Kitty interrupted with a frown, "Like, at all?!"

"Yes. The problem isn't getting in, it's not being seen. He's got goddamn AI everywhere in that place, it's like Skynet. I can get in no problem, and I can even bypass the first three layers of security, but the second the sensors detect anything..." He trailed off, staring at Kitty as the wheels in his head started turning.

Eventually Kitty frowned back at him, "What?"

"How long can you hold your breath?"

Kitty blinked at him a few times before pressing her lips into a thin line, "You want me to go in there?"

"Hey, you wanted to help." Remy smirked, pressing his palms down onto the counter between them and narrowing his eyes, "What'd you think you were gunna be doing, sitting in a surveillance van eating donuts? You watch too many movies, petite."

"That's not-"

"I can get us in there without being detected, after I take out the first few lines of defense." He said, thoughtfully pursing his lips as he worked the details out in his head, "You can get us in the room without the sensors picking you up..." He hummed to himself before nodding slowly, "It might work..."

"Might?" Kitty raised an eyebrow, "Pretty big margin of error there, Remy. I can't go to jail, I wouldn't last a day in there, I'm too pretty. They'd pass me around like currency."

"No more Orange is the New Black for you." He said, giving her a pointed look, "Just relax, and trust me. Alright? I got-"

The sound of the front door opening interrupted Remy and he clamped his mouth shut when Piotr walked through the door with a canvas bag in hand.

"You are home early." Piotr observed as he set the his bag down between Remy and Kitty on the island counter, "How did the job hunt go today?"

"It went well, actually. I might have found something." Kitty nodded, casting a glance towards Remy.

He grinned down at her warmly, "That is wonderful, Katya! What is it?"

"Oh just, you know..." Kitty flipped her hand and shrugged, "Temp work, or whatever. I don't want to jinx it. What's in the bag?" She asked, turning her attention to the canvas bag on the island.

"Just some more parts for the water heater." Piotr shrugged, pulling the new parts out of the bag, "I think I know how to fix it this time."

"Uh huh, that's great. Kitty, why don't you come help me pick out an outfit for tomorrow?"

Kitty blinked at Remy for a moment before nodding, "Oh! Yes, of course!"

"I thought you wanted to do some driving lessons when I got home?" Piotr knit his brow, glancing back at Remy, "And isn't today Remy's kitchen day? What happened to your culinary masterpiece?"

"You win some, you lose some." Remy shrugged before rounding the counter and jerking his head for Kitty to follow.

Kitty offered Piotr an apologetic smile as she slid off her stool, "We'll do the driving lessons later, okay?"

"Who cares about your stupid driving lessons?" Remy rolled his eyes as he started down the hall for his room, "They clearly aren't working, anyway."

A/N- ...

I don't have any excuses guys. It's been... a very long time. I've had this chapter 60% finished for 2 years, but I literally just could NOT get it out. Forgive me. I hope there are still people reading. I also hope I will be able to finish this story sometime within the next decade.
Please review, because it will *really* help motivate me to finish the next chapter, which I am currently attempting to write.

Thanks again to LizzieTurbo, who 'd for me even though she can't remember a thing about this story. It's cool, boo. We're connected.