A Terrible Chaperone
Remy/Wanda
ScarletGambit
Theme song:
Savage Garden – Truly, Madly, Deeply
I ran a giveaway on my Tumblr to celebrate getting to 500 followers. 3rd prize was a 'golden ticket' to jump any pairing to the top of the Poll and demand that I write that one next. Although accidentallyasuperhero won 2nd, she decided that she'd rather have 3rd, so swapped with the 3rd prize winner and picked this pairing. Hope you enjoy, hon!
"Who's de tragic beauty, Clint?"
"Hm?" Clint turned to see Gambit standing behind him, a drink held negligently in the tall Cajun's hand as he stared across the room. Any number of 'allies' had been invited to the official opening of the New Avengers Facility. Clint had put LeBeau's name on the guest list himself. In fact he'd proposed that Remy be invited to join the Avengers, but Steve, on reading the file that Stark produced for him, vetoed the idea immediately.
"He's a thief!" Steve said in scandalised tones, "for hire!"
"He only takes jobs stealing from bad people," Clint pointed out reasonably.
"We're not inviting mercenaries to join, Hawkeye."
That had ended the conversation, for now, at least, though Clint still planned to get Remy to do a demonstration or two for the good Captain. He'd seen what Remy was capable of. Steve hadn't.
Following Remy's gaze across the room, Clint spotted who he was looking at. "Wanda? Leave her alone."
Remy turned to look at the shorter man, brows raised. He'd rarely heard Clint speak in that tone, and never to him. The archer sounded – protective? "And does Laura know about your fondness for la jolie fille?"
"Laura will cut off your nuts herself if you break Wanda's heart, and that's if I don't get to you first," Clint responded sharply.
"She looks as though her heart has been broken already, la pauvre petite." Remy looked back at the stunning brunette in the blood-red dress, her long dark brown hair falling silkily to her waist, a stunning contrast to her creamy pale skin. She stood with a small group all talking animatedly together, but yet stood apart; her eyes far away as she played absently with a pendant hanging between her breasts. Silver rings glinted on her fingers as they moved in the light and Remy watched hypnotised, enthralled by her beauty, the air of tragedy that hung about her.
"Her twin brother died in Sokovia," Clint said quietly. "They survived HYDRA's torture chambers together, among other trials."
"Quicksilver!" Remy's eyes widened. "But that makes her La Sorcière Écarlate, non?"
"Oui," Clint agreed reluctantly.
"But I have been dying to meet her, Clint, she wields power that resembles mine… you cannot deny me the chance to talk to her!"
Remy was already moving, stepping forward eagerly, and Clint groaned under his breath. But he couldn't deny Remy, not without making a scene, and he owed the other man too much for that.
"I'll introduce you, then. But you keep that lethal Cajun charm under wraps."
"Impossible, mon ami," Remy chuckled softly as they wended through the crowd. "Remy cannot help being better looking than every other man in any given room."
"Ugh, God, remind me why I'm friends with you again?"
"I cannot, both you and La Veuve Noire tell me I must not mention Budapest, and I fear her wrath if not yours," Remy bantered back, making Clint laugh as the two of them approached Wanda.
Her eyes lit as she saw Clint coming and she managed a small smile for him. He slid an arm around her waist, bent his head to kiss her cheek.
"You look stunning, Wanda," he said sincerely. "I want to introduce you to a friend of mine, Remy LeBeau. He exaggerates everything shamelessly so don't believe a word he says."
"You wound me, mon ami!" Remy shook his head before smiling at Wanda and sweeping her a flamboyant bow. "I need no exaggerations to praise your beauty, mademoiselle."
She froze, her green eyes widening with what he thought might be distress. She took a small step backwards, turning her face up to Clint, who picked up on her agitation immediately.
"Wanda?" he queried. "Is something wrong?"
Her eyes flickered back to Remy, to Clint again. "Mozemo li da razgovaramo negde nasamo?" she asked Clint softly, her voice husky.
Remy frowned. "Je suis desolé, but did I say something wrong, Clint?" he asked, puzzled.
Wanda didn't look at him. "Please take us somewhere private," she said insistently to Clint. "Him too."
Her voice was low and melodious, her accent seductive; a sudden wave of lust kicked Remy square in the groin and he had to pause to gather his composure before following Wanda and an extremely bemused-looking Clint from the room.
They ended up in an as-yet-empty administrative office, Clint closing the door behind them as the lights automatically came on. "What the hell is going on, Wanda?" he said irritably.
"I'm sorry, Clint, I… among my people, it is considered good fortune, if the man speaks first, for the woman to return her words in private, witnessed only by her closest male relative. If you will stand for me?"
It took Clint a moment to realise what she meant. His mouth dropped open, and then he gathered himself. "It would be my honour to stand for you," he said quietly, realising that this moment had to be extremely emotional for her, so soon after Pietro's loss. "Whatever you need me to do, honey. You know that."
She pressed lightly on his hand, her green eyes luminous with unshed tears, before turning to Remy, who had also finally bought a clue and had dropped his negligent air, standing straight and tall, his fiery eyes intent on Wanda's face.
"I have seen you in my dreams," she said softly, "and I am so glad you have come to me at last."
He closed his eyes in bliss for a brief instant before reaching his hand out towards her, calling his power so a violet light began to glow around his fingers.
"I have been looking for you for a long time, ma chère enchanteresse," Remy replied quietly, smiling slowly as she laid her hand over his lightly, her own fingers glowing red. He closed his fingers gently, drawing her closer, sliding his free arm around her waist.
"Aaand I'm thinking my job is done, bye!" Clint bolted for the door.
Wanda blushed a little at the look Remy was giving her. "He makes a terrible chaperone."
"The best kind of chaperone," Remy corrected, grinning wickedly before lowering his mouth to hers.
French translations:
la jolie fille – the pretty girl
la pauvre petite – poor little one
La Sorcière Écarlate – Scarlet Witch
La Veuve Noire – Black Widow
Je suis desolé – I'm sorry
ma chère enchanteresse – my dear enchantress
Serbian translations (thanks to kristina-is-my-name from Tumblr!)
Mozemo li da razgovaramo negde nasamo? – Can we talk somewhere in private?
Please DO NOT ask me to add this one to the Smutships list. The answer is NO. That list is OUT OF CONTROL. I'll reopen it for requests once I've whittled it down a bit.