Remy had been in a vicious mood since Storm had told him that either he was on the team or he was out of the mansion. Though he should have been happy for the job at all considering upon his arrival he knocked one of her students unconscious and apparently gotten to close for comfort with another. Oopsie.
And now it seemed this band of Nancy Do-Gooders had a job to do! The very thought of association made him gag. At least he didn't have to put on one of those leather get ups that they all seemed to be wearing, but Storm assured him that his would be provided as soon as physically possible.
Again, Remy was in a viciousmood.
Until he saw Rogue.
I want to hear three words from you-He sent to her telepathically despite the fact that he wasn't a telepath.
Rogue tugged self-consciously at the tight leather outfit that encased her body to clarify what exactly perfection looked like. Remy suddenly found himself not minding the leather outfits.
Remy wolf-whistled to get her attention
"It's my uniform." She explained meekly, blushing.
There is a God.
"You should pick up your jaw before I cut it off, Gumbo." Wolverine growled from somewhere behind him, wearing a similar outfit to Rogue's… Remy liked it better on her.
"Don't mock the kid." Angel chuckled. "I'm having a hard time keeping my eyes off her, too." He obviously joked. Rogue chucked a water bottle at him and he deflected it with his wings before blowing a raspberry in her direction. "Why don't we get more practical uniforms?" He complained, trying to flex awkwardly in the tight leather.
"I'll tell you what," Logan said smartly. "Next time we'll get you some white and red spandex, maybe we'll throw on a halo just for kicks."
Warren barked with laughter before pretending to strangle Logan behind his back.
"Get back in your seat before I'm convinced that Angel's candie." Wolverine snarled when he caught him.
"Hah!" Warren laughed. "I think you forgot I don't needto be on this plane."
Wolverine was about to throw some crippling retort back but was interrupted by a petite brunette.
"Sorry I'm late!" Kitty cried, phasing into the X-jet. "Bobby's nose was broken and I needed to-." She stopped babbling when she saw the company she found herself in. "Why is he here?" She looked at Remy and batted her eyelashes. Did anyone actually care that he had broken their teammate's nose and knocked him unconscious?
Remy felt the anger flare in Rogue and was pretty sure that the Mississippi spitfire was about to kill a little kitty cat.
The smaller girl seemed to realize this and cowered behind the Russian.
"Calm down, Kitty." Piotr could barely hide his smirk.
"In case someone didn't get the memo," Wolverine grumbled at Kitty. "Gambit's part of the team now."
"What?" Kitty screeched. "I was here for three years before I got on the team. He's been here for an hour!"
"I've had a bit more training than you, Kitty cat." Remy could hardly keep his chuckle in when he saw her features turn indignant, assuming that he was making an assumption when he said that. It wasn't an assumption. It was a fact.
"Oh yeah?" Kitty challenged, stepping out from behind the metal man and boldly up to Remy.
"Oui." Remy smirked. "And, I'd be glad to prove that point, but I think we've got business to take care of, no?"
"He is right." Piotr interjected. "There was mutant attacking group of human protestors in downtown New York. We should be going now."
"Now that half-pint's here, we can." Logan snorted and took a seat in the cockpit.
"Who was it?" Remy asked.
"Don' know." Logan responded shortly.
So, they were headed out to downtown New York to attempt to apprehend a mutant that A.) they knew nothing about, including powers, physical features or how exactly they had managed to send thirty nine people to the hospital earlier today and B.) Had taken off from the scene twelve minutes ago. A good criminal could be in Cuba in three.
Why am I doing this, again?Remy asked himself, internally rolling his eyes at the thought of doing something that wasn't directly for his benefit.
Rogue leaned into him so that she could point out the basketball court opening above their heads.
Oh, right.He thought.
Rogue pulled away, catching the look he had given her.
"Watch it, swamp rat." She eyed him.
"I was trying to, chere." He replied smartly.
Warren watched Gambit tease Rogue with part amusement and part astonishment. He had seen the young woman he considered almost a sister to him, even after a year, touchthe stranger. According to Gambit, they had only met earlier that day.
How had the man done it?
It had taken Warren three months to get permission to think about touching Rogue, and that was only in battle situations. He still had yet to feel her reach out for him the way she did with Logan, and used to with Bobby.
Warren stressed the words used toin his mind, because Bobby didn't want to hear 'used to', he was always babbling about 'were and would be again'. The boy wanted what he couldn't have, grew insanely jealous of other men in a ten foot radius around it and simultaneously ignored it's needs when he had it, and wanted it even worse after it caught him in a compromising position with a certain Katherine Pryde and ran away for a year.
Idiot.He thought to himself, bearing the brunt of some of Bobby's overprotective boyfriend ravings. Piotr had gotten a good percentage of them too, just for trying to get closer to her.
Warren let his thoughts wander back to Gambit.
Well, Rogue liked him, Wolverine hadn't killed him, he made Storm act like a six-year-old, and he had punched Bobby in the face.Warren approved.
Now we need to see how useful he's going to be in a battle.Warren thought.
The jet landed softly a short distance away from the site where the protest had been attacked so that it wouldn't be blaringly obvious that a group of mutants had just exited a large jet next to the area where another mutant had just tried to kill a good percent of the mutant hating population.
Chunks of asphalt were missing out of the ground. Blood stained parts of the streets. Discarded items littered the ground from where people had been in to much of a hurry to dispose of it properly.
"Wow." Remy whistled. "Someone was busy…"
Wolverine sniffed the air, avoiding the looks that the local law enforcement was giving him.
"This way." His voice seemed to grow hoarser when he was using his animal instincts.
The others followed him, Remy tagged along, silently lifting the contents of carelessly abandoned purses as he strolled behind them. You didn't need to be a genius to tell that he wasn't taking this seriously in the slightest.
"He's in here somewhere." Logan growled, indicating a building that had been singled out in build so that it was easily identifiable as a bad place to be. "Colossus, Shadowcat, you go inside and try to clear out anyone who could be injured before I go in. Angel, you keep watch from above. Gumbo, Rogue, you two go around to the back in case he tries to get out. Understood?" He instructed with the obvious tones of a leader.
"Wait-." Remy interrupted the murmurs of affirmative. "I don' get it. Am I Gumbo?"
"Just. Move." Logan growled and everyone sprang into action. Remy pretended to care, though he was completely fine with following Rogue as she lead the way around the building.
Out of sheer boredom, the cards that were constantly present in the pocket of his trench coat found their way into his hand, and not too soon after that, sailing through the air to the back of Rogue's head.
Rogue picked another card out of her hair and tore it in half.
"Stop it." She turned around to catch a grinning Remy stuffing a deck of cards back into his pocket. "We have a job to do."
"Oh please," Remy rolled his eyes with his characteristic grin. "Nothing is going to happen. This place is em-." He leapt out and tackled Rogue to the ground as something very sharp and moving very quickly struck the wall where her neck had just been.
"I may have been mistaken." Remy allowed before whipping out his cards again and turning to the threat.
A man with long white hair and sharp, angular features stood solidly at the other end of the cluttered road.
Remy's blood went cold.
This is why we take serious things seriously.His conscience chastised.
Yes, thank you.Remy snarled, starting to despise the little voice more and more as of late.
He charged a card in his hand, fully expecting a fight.
The man's smile quirked and an evil insanity entered his eyes.
"Well, lookey here." He mused. "It's the little Cajun that could."
"And the little Riptide that shouldn't." Remy retorted darkly.