Author's Note- Yes, Carol's appearance does mean that Rogue's going to get
her super strength and flying powers.
Second Note- Wow, I've never gotten that many reviews for just one update. Thanks go out to: Scrawler, ishandahalf, Blink182dbzluver, Rogue151, bloody_lady, Kiyana, Rachel, A.J. Starhiker, Rogue151. Thank you! Hope everyone enjoys this chappie too, I promise more Romy is coming in future chapters.
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Russia
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Got a knife to disengage the voids that I can't bear
To cut out words I've got written on my chair
Like: do you think I'm sexy?
Do you think I really care?
-K's Choice
~*~
A couple hours later
The group gathered downstairs for dinner. Rhane and Moira said on either side of the table. Other than that the seating was the same as it was in the pub. Kitty ate her salad delicately while watching Pete inhale his food stuck between disgust and fascination. "What?" he asked finally.
"Nothing," Kitty said. "It's just like a car accident. You want to look away but you can't." The original members of Excalibur snickered.
"I'm rather curious about how you stay alive eating the way you do," he shot back noting how little the girl was eating.
"Me too. Shouldn't you have died of a heart attack by now?"
"Ooh, clever, come up with that one on yer own, did you?"
"Fight on your own time," Moira said. "Not at the dinner table."
"Yes, ma'am," Kitty said.
Pete snorted. "Suck up. Ow!"
"What happened?" Betsy asked.
"The bloody twit kicked me!" Pete exclaimed.
"I totally don't know what he's talking about," Kitty said the picturesque of innocence. Betsy, Rogue, and Remy exchanged amused looks. "What?" Kitty, who hadn't missed that, asked.
"Nothin', petite," Remy said. Kitty looked at them suspiciously for a few seconds before excusing herself and going into the lounge flipping the TV on and flipping through the channels. Unable to find anything to watch she walked outside and sat down on one of the big rocks next to the cliff to watch the sunset.
"Mind if I join ya?" a man's voice asked from behind her. Kitty turned seeing Pete. She shrugged.
"If you want." He sat down on the rock next to her so the wind was blowing away from her and lit a cigarette. They sat in silence both just reveling in the beauty of the sunset.
"Relish this," he said as dusk approached and he put out his cigarette. "We don't get many days like this." He saw her shiver and slid his trench coat over her shoulders before heading back inside.
Inside
"Awwe, that's so cute!" Betsy exclaimed as she, Remy, and Rogue watched the two from the window. "We have to get them together."
"We do?" Rogue asked looking at the other girl.
"Of course!"
"Remy agrees," the Cajun said.
"Never thought of you as a romantic, swamp rat," Rogue said.
Remy grinned. "Remy is very romantic, chére. Besides, Remy owes Wisdom. He never did pay Remy back dat twenty bucks."
"Right. Well, anythin' Ah can do ta help?"
A few minutes later
"Pete," Kitty called knocking on his door. He opened it and regarded her, his gaze cool.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Um, here." She handed his jacket back to him trying to ignore his now exposed chest. Their hands brushed and he pulled his back quickly.
"Jesus, girl!" he exclaimed. "Yer hands are like ice, they are!" He threw his coat over his shoulder. "Give me yer hands."
"Why?"
"Jest do it." Bemused, she held out her hands surprised when he covered them in his own. Her hands slowly grew warm from the heat he was projecting. He released them after a few moments.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"Invest in some gloves, grasshopper," he said and he was once more cold. He shut the door leaving her in the hallway. Kitty stared at the door feeling oddly hurt before her eyes narrowed and she stormed into her own room slamming the door shut.
Two days later
The next few days passed quickly. The others were beginning to tire of the endless bickering between Pete and Kitty when Moira held a team meeting.
"A want ye two ta go ta Russia today," Moira said.
"Why?" both Kitty and Pete asked at the same time.
"One o' my ol' friends will be at a pub-"
"`At's me type of mission," Pete said happily.
"She'll give you a folder," Moira continued. "It has some medical information in it. Some of it may be of help to you, Rogue."
"Really?" the Southerner asked surprised.
"A can't explain anymore yet. Brian will drop ye off and pick you up tomorrow."
"We have to spend the night?" Kitty asked.
"Don't worry, you'll have separate rooms," Brian said with a slight smile.
"Of course," Kitty said. "Otherwise he'd be, like, sleeping in the hall." Pete started to rebuff that but Rogue interrupted.
"Want some help repackin', suagah?" she asked.
"Yeah," Kitty said and the two girls walked up the stairs.
"She's cute, non?" Remy asked seeing Pete's eyes following the slender brunette.
"I don't know what yer talkin' bout, mate."
"C'mon, mon brave, does Remy look stupid?"
"Now `at you mention it-"
"Don' start, homme."
Four hours later
"We're goin' fer a day not a week!" Pete exclaimed as Kitty got onto the plane with her two bags.
"Bite me," Kitty said.
"Oh, `at's real original."
"God, would you two shut up!" Brian exclaimed.
"No," Pete said as Kitty said, "Probably not." Brian sighed as he began take off. Three hours later they had landed.
"Now, play nicely children," Brian said.
"I'm six years older than you," Pete said.
"True, but not much more mature, now go have fun." Pete slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed the bigger one of Kitty's. Kitty grabbed her other bag and followed Pete off of the plane. He flagged down a taxi and told the driver in broken Russian to take them to the nearest hotel. Ten minutes later they walked into an old beat up motel.
"You take me to the nicest places," Kitty said scrunching up her nose.
"`Is wasn't me idea, Pryde," he said.
"Whatever." Pete went up to the front desk. Kitty stood back a little listening to the man and Pete arguing. She caught enough of the Russian to understand that they had only one room left and that the other places nearby were full up. Pete walked back to Kitty annoyed. "Looks like you're, like, sleeping in the hall."
He merely rolled his eyes before getting a thoughtful look on his face. "Sure, Pryde," he said holding up the key. "Tell ya what. If you can go for the rest of the night without any o' that 'like' or 'totally' crap and I'll sleep on the floor."
"If I don't?"
"The bed's mine. I'll even be nice, you can sleep wherever you want."
"Deal," Kitty said extending her hand. He shook it formally. "But that's only using the words out of context."
"Right." He grabbed their bags leading her into the room.
"Ewwe," Kitty said. "The floor is all... icky."
Pete snorted. "'Icky'?" She stuck her tongue out at him trying to find a clean place to sit the bag she held while Pete just dropped the two he was holding. "C'mon, grasshopper, let's go t' the pub."
"A crappy motel and a pub. You really do know how to show a girl a good time."
Pete leered down at her. "When we get back `ome I can show ya jest `ow good."
Kitty flushed at that thought. "Um... no thanks." A few minutes later they walked into the pub. Pete pulled out a chair for Kitty causing her to look at him in surprise. He ordered a bottle of scotch and she ordered a coke then they just sat waiting. An hour later a woman came in and walked straight to their table. Pete watched her warily. She flashed a bright smile covering her initial surprise at seeing the former agent at the table.
"Pete and Ms. Pryde, correct? Moira sent you?"
"Yeah," Kitty said extending a hand. The woman shook her hand.
"Carol Danvers."
"I would certainly hope that you'd remember me," Pete said giving her an injured look.
"How could I forget?" Carol grinned.
"You two, um, know each other?" Kitty asked.
Pete smirked. "Ya might say that."
"Pete and I are old... friends."
"Is that what they call it now?"
Carol's grin widened. "With benefits of course."
"`Ave a seat. It's been a while." Kitty took a drink of her coke to try to hide her annoyance with the new woman.
"Here's the file," Carol said handing it to Kitty. "So, what have you been doing with yourself, Pete?"
"Got out o' Black Air."
"It's about time!" the woman exclaimed.
"What's Black Air?" Kitty asked.
Pete's eyes iced slightly but when he answered her his voice was calm. "I'll tell ya later, grasshopper."
"So, you got out of Black Air and joined Moira?" Carol asked. "That doesn't seem like you."
"It was a job `at needed doin'," Pete shrugged. "Brian and Betsy weren't there yet. The women got themselves in a little trouble, needed some help. Jest sort of `appened from there."
"What about you?" Carol asked turning to Kitty.
Kitty shrugged. "You know Xavier?"
"Yes."
"He promised my best friend help, had the means to, li- um, provide it and didn't." Pete smirked seeing that she had almost slipped.
"Why'd she send both of you?" Carol asked looking at the two people before her.
"Me thought is `at they were `oping that we'd kill each other," Pete said.
"Unlike you, Wisdom I, l- have some self-control," Kitty said.
"Really? Okay, prove it, grasshopper. I want you to go for the rest of the night without insulting me."
She glared back at him. "Only if you do the same."
"Fine." The two shook hands in front of a very amused Carol. Much to Carol's surprise, and the surprise of the two who had just made the bet, they lasted all through dinner.
"Well, I have to be going. I'm going to go back to Muir with you guys, if you don't mind."
"O' course not," Pete said. Kitty rolled her eyes as Carol left. "Now, now, grasshopper, `at can be considered a form of insult."
She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms before saying one of Logan's favorite sayings. "Fuck you and the horse you road in on, Wisdom," she said finally.
Pete merely smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Didn' know you were `at kinky, Pryde. Horses?"
"You pig!"
"Ya lost."
"Honestly, I totally couldn't care less right now."
"And I get the bed!"
Kitty stood and stalked out closely followed by Pete. "Can't you just leave me a lone for a while?"
"No," Pete said. "You're an attractive young woman alone at night in a strange place leaving you alone would not be very bright."
"Keep that up and I, like, might think you're not a completely insensitive jerk."
"Thanks."
Her lips suddenly curled up in a shy smile. "You think I'm attractive?" He opened his mouth to speak but was saved from responding when two men approached.
"Wisdom," one of the men sneered.
"Bloody hell," Pete muttered.
"What?" Kitty asked.
"Go back to the hotel, Pryde," Pete said meeting Scratch's eyes as he carefully put himself between the man and the young girl.
Second Note- Wow, I've never gotten that many reviews for just one update. Thanks go out to: Scrawler, ishandahalf, Blink182dbzluver, Rogue151, bloody_lady, Kiyana, Rachel, A.J. Starhiker, Rogue151. Thank you! Hope everyone enjoys this chappie too, I promise more Romy is coming in future chapters.
~*~
Russia
~*~
Got a knife to disengage the voids that I can't bear
To cut out words I've got written on my chair
Like: do you think I'm sexy?
Do you think I really care?
-K's Choice
~*~
A couple hours later
The group gathered downstairs for dinner. Rhane and Moira said on either side of the table. Other than that the seating was the same as it was in the pub. Kitty ate her salad delicately while watching Pete inhale his food stuck between disgust and fascination. "What?" he asked finally.
"Nothing," Kitty said. "It's just like a car accident. You want to look away but you can't." The original members of Excalibur snickered.
"I'm rather curious about how you stay alive eating the way you do," he shot back noting how little the girl was eating.
"Me too. Shouldn't you have died of a heart attack by now?"
"Ooh, clever, come up with that one on yer own, did you?"
"Fight on your own time," Moira said. "Not at the dinner table."
"Yes, ma'am," Kitty said.
Pete snorted. "Suck up. Ow!"
"What happened?" Betsy asked.
"The bloody twit kicked me!" Pete exclaimed.
"I totally don't know what he's talking about," Kitty said the picturesque of innocence. Betsy, Rogue, and Remy exchanged amused looks. "What?" Kitty, who hadn't missed that, asked.
"Nothin', petite," Remy said. Kitty looked at them suspiciously for a few seconds before excusing herself and going into the lounge flipping the TV on and flipping through the channels. Unable to find anything to watch she walked outside and sat down on one of the big rocks next to the cliff to watch the sunset.
"Mind if I join ya?" a man's voice asked from behind her. Kitty turned seeing Pete. She shrugged.
"If you want." He sat down on the rock next to her so the wind was blowing away from her and lit a cigarette. They sat in silence both just reveling in the beauty of the sunset.
"Relish this," he said as dusk approached and he put out his cigarette. "We don't get many days like this." He saw her shiver and slid his trench coat over her shoulders before heading back inside.
Inside
"Awwe, that's so cute!" Betsy exclaimed as she, Remy, and Rogue watched the two from the window. "We have to get them together."
"We do?" Rogue asked looking at the other girl.
"Of course!"
"Remy agrees," the Cajun said.
"Never thought of you as a romantic, swamp rat," Rogue said.
Remy grinned. "Remy is very romantic, chére. Besides, Remy owes Wisdom. He never did pay Remy back dat twenty bucks."
"Right. Well, anythin' Ah can do ta help?"
A few minutes later
"Pete," Kitty called knocking on his door. He opened it and regarded her, his gaze cool.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Um, here." She handed his jacket back to him trying to ignore his now exposed chest. Their hands brushed and he pulled his back quickly.
"Jesus, girl!" he exclaimed. "Yer hands are like ice, they are!" He threw his coat over his shoulder. "Give me yer hands."
"Why?"
"Jest do it." Bemused, she held out her hands surprised when he covered them in his own. Her hands slowly grew warm from the heat he was projecting. He released them after a few moments.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"Invest in some gloves, grasshopper," he said and he was once more cold. He shut the door leaving her in the hallway. Kitty stared at the door feeling oddly hurt before her eyes narrowed and she stormed into her own room slamming the door shut.
Two days later
The next few days passed quickly. The others were beginning to tire of the endless bickering between Pete and Kitty when Moira held a team meeting.
"A want ye two ta go ta Russia today," Moira said.
"Why?" both Kitty and Pete asked at the same time.
"One o' my ol' friends will be at a pub-"
"`At's me type of mission," Pete said happily.
"She'll give you a folder," Moira continued. "It has some medical information in it. Some of it may be of help to you, Rogue."
"Really?" the Southerner asked surprised.
"A can't explain anymore yet. Brian will drop ye off and pick you up tomorrow."
"We have to spend the night?" Kitty asked.
"Don't worry, you'll have separate rooms," Brian said with a slight smile.
"Of course," Kitty said. "Otherwise he'd be, like, sleeping in the hall." Pete started to rebuff that but Rogue interrupted.
"Want some help repackin', suagah?" she asked.
"Yeah," Kitty said and the two girls walked up the stairs.
"She's cute, non?" Remy asked seeing Pete's eyes following the slender brunette.
"I don't know what yer talkin' bout, mate."
"C'mon, mon brave, does Remy look stupid?"
"Now `at you mention it-"
"Don' start, homme."
Four hours later
"We're goin' fer a day not a week!" Pete exclaimed as Kitty got onto the plane with her two bags.
"Bite me," Kitty said.
"Oh, `at's real original."
"God, would you two shut up!" Brian exclaimed.
"No," Pete said as Kitty said, "Probably not." Brian sighed as he began take off. Three hours later they had landed.
"Now, play nicely children," Brian said.
"I'm six years older than you," Pete said.
"True, but not much more mature, now go have fun." Pete slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed the bigger one of Kitty's. Kitty grabbed her other bag and followed Pete off of the plane. He flagged down a taxi and told the driver in broken Russian to take them to the nearest hotel. Ten minutes later they walked into an old beat up motel.
"You take me to the nicest places," Kitty said scrunching up her nose.
"`Is wasn't me idea, Pryde," he said.
"Whatever." Pete went up to the front desk. Kitty stood back a little listening to the man and Pete arguing. She caught enough of the Russian to understand that they had only one room left and that the other places nearby were full up. Pete walked back to Kitty annoyed. "Looks like you're, like, sleeping in the hall."
He merely rolled his eyes before getting a thoughtful look on his face. "Sure, Pryde," he said holding up the key. "Tell ya what. If you can go for the rest of the night without any o' that 'like' or 'totally' crap and I'll sleep on the floor."
"If I don't?"
"The bed's mine. I'll even be nice, you can sleep wherever you want."
"Deal," Kitty said extending her hand. He shook it formally. "But that's only using the words out of context."
"Right." He grabbed their bags leading her into the room.
"Ewwe," Kitty said. "The floor is all... icky."
Pete snorted. "'Icky'?" She stuck her tongue out at him trying to find a clean place to sit the bag she held while Pete just dropped the two he was holding. "C'mon, grasshopper, let's go t' the pub."
"A crappy motel and a pub. You really do know how to show a girl a good time."
Pete leered down at her. "When we get back `ome I can show ya jest `ow good."
Kitty flushed at that thought. "Um... no thanks." A few minutes later they walked into the pub. Pete pulled out a chair for Kitty causing her to look at him in surprise. He ordered a bottle of scotch and she ordered a coke then they just sat waiting. An hour later a woman came in and walked straight to their table. Pete watched her warily. She flashed a bright smile covering her initial surprise at seeing the former agent at the table.
"Pete and Ms. Pryde, correct? Moira sent you?"
"Yeah," Kitty said extending a hand. The woman shook her hand.
"Carol Danvers."
"I would certainly hope that you'd remember me," Pete said giving her an injured look.
"How could I forget?" Carol grinned.
"You two, um, know each other?" Kitty asked.
Pete smirked. "Ya might say that."
"Pete and I are old... friends."
"Is that what they call it now?"
Carol's grin widened. "With benefits of course."
"`Ave a seat. It's been a while." Kitty took a drink of her coke to try to hide her annoyance with the new woman.
"Here's the file," Carol said handing it to Kitty. "So, what have you been doing with yourself, Pete?"
"Got out o' Black Air."
"It's about time!" the woman exclaimed.
"What's Black Air?" Kitty asked.
Pete's eyes iced slightly but when he answered her his voice was calm. "I'll tell ya later, grasshopper."
"So, you got out of Black Air and joined Moira?" Carol asked. "That doesn't seem like you."
"It was a job `at needed doin'," Pete shrugged. "Brian and Betsy weren't there yet. The women got themselves in a little trouble, needed some help. Jest sort of `appened from there."
"What about you?" Carol asked turning to Kitty.
Kitty shrugged. "You know Xavier?"
"Yes."
"He promised my best friend help, had the means to, li- um, provide it and didn't." Pete smirked seeing that she had almost slipped.
"Why'd she send both of you?" Carol asked looking at the two people before her.
"Me thought is `at they were `oping that we'd kill each other," Pete said.
"Unlike you, Wisdom I, l- have some self-control," Kitty said.
"Really? Okay, prove it, grasshopper. I want you to go for the rest of the night without insulting me."
She glared back at him. "Only if you do the same."
"Fine." The two shook hands in front of a very amused Carol. Much to Carol's surprise, and the surprise of the two who had just made the bet, they lasted all through dinner.
"Well, I have to be going. I'm going to go back to Muir with you guys, if you don't mind."
"O' course not," Pete said. Kitty rolled her eyes as Carol left. "Now, now, grasshopper, `at can be considered a form of insult."
She narrowed her eyes at him and crossed her arms before saying one of Logan's favorite sayings. "Fuck you and the horse you road in on, Wisdom," she said finally.
Pete merely smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Didn' know you were `at kinky, Pryde. Horses?"
"You pig!"
"Ya lost."
"Honestly, I totally couldn't care less right now."
"And I get the bed!"
Kitty stood and stalked out closely followed by Pete. "Can't you just leave me a lone for a while?"
"No," Pete said. "You're an attractive young woman alone at night in a strange place leaving you alone would not be very bright."
"Keep that up and I, like, might think you're not a completely insensitive jerk."
"Thanks."
Her lips suddenly curled up in a shy smile. "You think I'm attractive?" He opened his mouth to speak but was saved from responding when two men approached.
"Wisdom," one of the men sneered.
"Bloody hell," Pete muttered.
"What?" Kitty asked.
"Go back to the hotel, Pryde," Pete said meeting Scratch's eyes as he carefully put himself between the man and the young girl.