Log: Remy/Wanda
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xp_logsAfter discovering the existance of Pietro as a double agent, Remy and Jake get drunk, and Remy is woken by an amused Wanda. They flirt. Go fig...
There was a lump on her couch Wanda realized, pausing as she dumped various books and papers on the table. Heading back over, she peered over and blinked. It wasn’t an uncommon lump, though, rather LeBeau shaped if she squinted just so.
“Remy? Why on earth are you nearly comatose on my couch?” she asked after a few seconds, leaning on the back as she gazed down.
“De bed was taken.” Remy muttered, taking the arm from over his eyes and struggling to a seated position. Jake had lost it around nine-thirty the previous night, running screaming from the intel office claiming that if he didn’t get a drink, the entire world was going to fragment and chime Christmas carols. In the face of that prediction, the entire team had packed themselves off to Harry’s.
Which of course led to Remy supporting Jake to his room, both of them singing old Kylie Minogue hits at the top of their lungs, and deposited him in his bed. Remy had made about three steps to the door before collapsing on to the couch in an alcoholic haze.
“Hopefully not _mine_,” Wanda replied dryly, imaging many painful things that would await Jake if he had fallen asleep in her bed. Again. “If you look this bad, I can only imagine how awful Jake looks. He better be grateful I’m a nice roommate and won’t bother waking him up to torment him.”
She stopped and sighed, feeling the need to play host. At least for a bit.
“Coffee?”
“Merci.” Remy groaned and scrubbed his hands through his hair, willing away the vicious headache that was rebounding back and forth through his skull. Wanda stepped away to make the coffee as he straightened his shirt and looked around vainly for his trenchcoat. Obviously still back at Harry’s.
“Think dat Jake needed to blow off some steam. We had some shocks recently.”
“Nothing too terrible?” There was a hint of some worry in her words, Jake was starting to feel more like a hyperactive, junk food driven brother to her than just a roommate. “Take your coffee black?”
Wanda thought for a second and then decided on only making enough for two of them. Whenever Jake woke up, he could whine at her for coffee then. But he was asleep so, well, his loss.
“Well, didn’t know a few things. Like how long you had super villains in your family, chere?” Remy said as he accepted the cup, watching Wanda’s eyes. She didn’t flinch at all, and the suspicious bastard part of Remy’s mind threw up a couple of grudging eights.
“Ahh.” That was right, when she had first come in and made the announcement of who she was, Remy hadn’t been around. “Well, that depends on when you start categorizing Magneto’s activities as those of a super villain. Sometimes that line blurs between super villain and prick rather easily.”
Wanda realized that she was surprised it had taken Remy _this_ long before he found out and came to her with questions.
“Trying to blow up de world’s leaders. Dat’s super villain territory. Jake made Remy watch dat cartoon channel, and dat’s what Remy learned.” LeBeau yawned and took a long drink from the mug.
”But dat was additional material. ‘pparently de fruit falls very fucking far from de tree, ‘specially in your case, chere.”
She grinned, just a little. “Yes, that incident could definitely be called super villain activity, without a shadow of a doubt.” A shrug, a sip of her coffee as she settled back. “I’m rather glad the fruit falls very far from the tree—it’s hard enough seeing myself in X-Men black leathers, I can’t imagine wandering around in that stupid helmet of his.”
“Maybe in just de helmet?” Remy said, with raised eyebrows. “Non, de boyscout came by wit’ a bit of information. Guess dat your brother is not everything dat your pare thinks dat he is, neh?”
Wanda was about to respond to the first comment with something along the lines of “Well, maybe if you ask nicely” but she ground to a complete stop at the last. She gazed at him over her coffee cup, obviously sizing him up to see if he had really come across that information from Scott or just found it out on his own.
This being Remy, she really wouldn’t be surprised if he had stumbled across it on his own. But, well, Scott…
“I suppose he isn’t,” Wanda finally responded evenly. “How much did Scott tell you?”
“De full story.” Remy nodded, taking another sip. “Dat’s pretty good coffee.”
Scott’s information on Pietro had been a huge windfall for his unit, and his momentary flash of anger at not being told earlier had been killed under the professionalism. The boyscout had been the best outside of Pete to manage the relationship, and Remy had been too swamped earlier to even have a chance at assimilating it earlier. He grudgingly was willing to give Scott that, at least.
“Isn’t it, though? I purchased it in Cuba, actually, last time I was there.” Another swallow—both of her coffee and her initial reaction of someone else besides Scott and herself knowing of Pietro’s involvement between the X-Men and the Brotherhood. “Full story, hrm? Forgive me if I’m a little…twitchy right now. On one hand Scott told me no one else would know.” She glanced up at Remy. “On the other, I’m surprised the Intel section didn’t know already.”
“Been catching up for de last while. ‘bout de first time dat dey had de chance to update us.” Remy said, lounging back. “Bit of a surprise to Remy too. Figured dat our best shot was Jake’s pants idea. Now dat we have an agent inside?”
There was a moment of the uncomfortable eye contact, where a vast amount of information is passed without the slightest bit of conversation. Wanda gave an embarrassed shrug to match Remy’s expression, and he grinned.
“Bet dat we have a chance to ring dat stupid helmet a bit.”
She laughed at that, relaxing in familiar territory. “You may be right,” she said, taking another sip to hide whatever uncomfortableness remained, despite knowing that Remy probably still saw through it. “Do I even want to know what Jake’s pants idea _was_? Though I’d assume using Pietro would be less…terrifying than anything involving Jake and pants.”
“Figured dat considering your pare’s tastes, his tailor would be de best way to track him.” Remy shrugged. “Personally, I think it was an excuse to put a half dozen suits on de Professor’s expense account.”
Her mouth twitched, just slightly. “Professor’s expense account, hmm? If we can squeeze a dress or two onto that—Magneto might cross dress, you can never tell—you still could use that particular plan.” Sometimes Jake was insane. But in a way that everyone benefited from. “Well, now that you know do you have any questions about Pietro? I have nothing against giving Intel a hand.”
“A hand? I could make more den dat an attractive offer, chere.” Remy grinned, considering the entire situation. “After all, dis is for de safety of de mansion, you know.”
“I said Intel, not Remy,” Wanda drawled a little, flashing him a charming smile. “But if it’s for the safety of the mansion...” Ah, flirting—the quickest way to get back onto familiar ground. “Information, Remy, simply information.”
“Dat’s a shame. Suppose dat I have to be a professional.” Remy sighed theatrically and lounged back on the sofa, cup in hand. “As for right now, figure dat dere’s not a lot to do. If we going to bring down Magneto, we need to get de entire structure at once. Unless you got a magic plan for dat, we going to have to stick wit’ de normal intelligence take.”
“I wish I did,” Wanda sighed, finishing off her coffee and setting it to the side. “I’m not ashamed to admit he scares me and the Brotherhood more than worries me. Every time I go through a training exercise, I cannot help but wonder how if they’re doing the same. But I am thinking about getting in touch with him soon, so if I find out anything important, I’ll let you know.”
“Wit’ you on dat, chere. De Professor sees his old friend, but I see a person who could kill dis entire mansion in an afternoon, if he decides.” Remy finished off his coffee and put in on the coffee table beside her mug. “So, chere, we going to dance around de attraction for de next few weeks, like everyone else, or you just going to ask Remy to bed now?”
That last one got a bit of a wicked grin out of her. “So everyone else avoids telling you you’re rather attractive?” she asked, shaking her head. “Shame on them. But unfortunate timing—ask me that again when I’m single, yes? My answer will most definitely change for the better.”
“Alors, Remy thought dat he was wit’ de X-Men, and not de Brady Bunch.” Remy got up from the couch, and bent over her preoffered hand with exaggerated care. “When you lose de unfortunate thrall, you call Remy, chere.” He kissed her hand lightly, and disappeared out the door.
There was a lump on her couch Wanda realized, pausing as she dumped various books and papers on the table. Heading back over, she peered over and blinked. It wasn’t an uncommon lump, though, rather LeBeau shaped if she squinted just so.
“Remy? Why on earth are you nearly comatose on my couch?” she asked after a few seconds, leaning on the back as she gazed down.
“De bed was taken.” Remy muttered, taking the arm from over his eyes and struggling to a seated position. Jake had lost it around nine-thirty the previous night, running screaming from the intel office claiming that if he didn’t get a drink, the entire world was going to fragment and chime Christmas carols. In the face of that prediction, the entire team had packed themselves off to Harry’s.
Which of course led to Remy supporting Jake to his room, both of them singing old Kylie Minogue hits at the top of their lungs, and deposited him in his bed. Remy had made about three steps to the door before collapsing on to the couch in an alcoholic haze.
“Hopefully not _mine_,” Wanda replied dryly, imaging many painful things that would await Jake if he had fallen asleep in her bed. Again. “If you look this bad, I can only imagine how awful Jake looks. He better be grateful I’m a nice roommate and won’t bother waking him up to torment him.”
She stopped and sighed, feeling the need to play host. At least for a bit.
“Coffee?”
“Merci.” Remy groaned and scrubbed his hands through his hair, willing away the vicious headache that was rebounding back and forth through his skull. Wanda stepped away to make the coffee as he straightened his shirt and looked around vainly for his trenchcoat. Obviously still back at Harry’s.
“Think dat Jake needed to blow off some steam. We had some shocks recently.”
“Nothing too terrible?” There was a hint of some worry in her words, Jake was starting to feel more like a hyperactive, junk food driven brother to her than just a roommate. “Take your coffee black?”
Wanda thought for a second and then decided on only making enough for two of them. Whenever Jake woke up, he could whine at her for coffee then. But he was asleep so, well, his loss.
“Well, didn’t know a few things. Like how long you had super villains in your family, chere?” Remy said as he accepted the cup, watching Wanda’s eyes. She didn’t flinch at all, and the suspicious bastard part of Remy’s mind threw up a couple of grudging eights.
“Ahh.” That was right, when she had first come in and made the announcement of who she was, Remy hadn’t been around. “Well, that depends on when you start categorizing Magneto’s activities as those of a super villain. Sometimes that line blurs between super villain and prick rather easily.”
Wanda realized that she was surprised it had taken Remy _this_ long before he found out and came to her with questions.
“Trying to blow up de world’s leaders. Dat’s super villain territory. Jake made Remy watch dat cartoon channel, and dat’s what Remy learned.” LeBeau yawned and took a long drink from the mug.
”But dat was additional material. ‘pparently de fruit falls very fucking far from de tree, ‘specially in your case, chere.”
She grinned, just a little. “Yes, that incident could definitely be called super villain activity, without a shadow of a doubt.” A shrug, a sip of her coffee as she settled back. “I’m rather glad the fruit falls very far from the tree—it’s hard enough seeing myself in X-Men black leathers, I can’t imagine wandering around in that stupid helmet of his.”
“Maybe in just de helmet?” Remy said, with raised eyebrows. “Non, de boyscout came by wit’ a bit of information. Guess dat your brother is not everything dat your pare thinks dat he is, neh?”
Wanda was about to respond to the first comment with something along the lines of “Well, maybe if you ask nicely” but she ground to a complete stop at the last. She gazed at him over her coffee cup, obviously sizing him up to see if he had really come across that information from Scott or just found it out on his own.
This being Remy, she really wouldn’t be surprised if he had stumbled across it on his own. But, well, Scott…
“I suppose he isn’t,” Wanda finally responded evenly. “How much did Scott tell you?”
“De full story.” Remy nodded, taking another sip. “Dat’s pretty good coffee.”
Scott’s information on Pietro had been a huge windfall for his unit, and his momentary flash of anger at not being told earlier had been killed under the professionalism. The boyscout had been the best outside of Pete to manage the relationship, and Remy had been too swamped earlier to even have a chance at assimilating it earlier. He grudgingly was willing to give Scott that, at least.
“Isn’t it, though? I purchased it in Cuba, actually, last time I was there.” Another swallow—both of her coffee and her initial reaction of someone else besides Scott and herself knowing of Pietro’s involvement between the X-Men and the Brotherhood. “Full story, hrm? Forgive me if I’m a little…twitchy right now. On one hand Scott told me no one else would know.” She glanced up at Remy. “On the other, I’m surprised the Intel section didn’t know already.”
“Been catching up for de last while. ‘bout de first time dat dey had de chance to update us.” Remy said, lounging back. “Bit of a surprise to Remy too. Figured dat our best shot was Jake’s pants idea. Now dat we have an agent inside?”
There was a moment of the uncomfortable eye contact, where a vast amount of information is passed without the slightest bit of conversation. Wanda gave an embarrassed shrug to match Remy’s expression, and he grinned.
“Bet dat we have a chance to ring dat stupid helmet a bit.”
She laughed at that, relaxing in familiar territory. “You may be right,” she said, taking another sip to hide whatever uncomfortableness remained, despite knowing that Remy probably still saw through it. “Do I even want to know what Jake’s pants idea _was_? Though I’d assume using Pietro would be less…terrifying than anything involving Jake and pants.”
“Figured dat considering your pare’s tastes, his tailor would be de best way to track him.” Remy shrugged. “Personally, I think it was an excuse to put a half dozen suits on de Professor’s expense account.”
Her mouth twitched, just slightly. “Professor’s expense account, hmm? If we can squeeze a dress or two onto that—Magneto might cross dress, you can never tell—you still could use that particular plan.” Sometimes Jake was insane. But in a way that everyone benefited from. “Well, now that you know do you have any questions about Pietro? I have nothing against giving Intel a hand.”
“A hand? I could make more den dat an attractive offer, chere.” Remy grinned, considering the entire situation. “After all, dis is for de safety of de mansion, you know.”
“I said Intel, not Remy,” Wanda drawled a little, flashing him a charming smile. “But if it’s for the safety of the mansion...” Ah, flirting—the quickest way to get back onto familiar ground. “Information, Remy, simply information.”
“Dat’s a shame. Suppose dat I have to be a professional.” Remy sighed theatrically and lounged back on the sofa, cup in hand. “As for right now, figure dat dere’s not a lot to do. If we going to bring down Magneto, we need to get de entire structure at once. Unless you got a magic plan for dat, we going to have to stick wit’ de normal intelligence take.”
“I wish I did,” Wanda sighed, finishing off her coffee and setting it to the side. “I’m not ashamed to admit he scares me and the Brotherhood more than worries me. Every time I go through a training exercise, I cannot help but wonder how if they’re doing the same. But I am thinking about getting in touch with him soon, so if I find out anything important, I’ll let you know.”
“Wit’ you on dat, chere. De Professor sees his old friend, but I see a person who could kill dis entire mansion in an afternoon, if he decides.” Remy finished off his coffee and put in on the coffee table beside her mug. “So, chere, we going to dance around de attraction for de next few weeks, like everyone else, or you just going to ask Remy to bed now?”
That last one got a bit of a wicked grin out of her. “So everyone else avoids telling you you’re rather attractive?” she asked, shaking her head. “Shame on them. But unfortunate timing—ask me that again when I’m single, yes? My answer will most definitely change for the better.”
“Alors, Remy thought dat he was wit’ de X-Men, and not de Brady Bunch.” Remy got up from the couch, and bent over her preoffered hand with exaggerated care. “When you lose de unfortunate thrall, you call Remy, chere.” He kissed her hand lightly, and disappeared out the door.
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