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Gambit was lowered from the Thieves Guild helicopter towards the mountain range of Matterhorn. This was where the mutant known as Iceman was hiding. Gambit was on an assignment—
To kill him.
He slid the door open. Members of the secret society waited behind him. One of them was his father. He gave Gambit a still gaze and his lip thinned. “You know what you must do,” he told him. “Remy.”
Gambit was the strongest of the Guild members. His power scale was considered Omega. There weren’t many people on the planet that could rival him. He jumped from the helicopter.
As he flew down, he withdrew a deck of cards. His leather trench coat flapped in the wind behind him. The air was bone chilling. But Gambit knew it wouldn’t be enough to wreck him.
He would end Iceman for good.
Immediately, the air around him seemed to stand still. He looked around as the wind dropped into colder temperatures. A gust of ice from the mountain shot into Gambit, slamming against him.
“Gah…!” Gambit coughed up saliva, being hurtled a couple feet back through the air. Another pillar of ice smashed against him. This time, Gambit was quick to react. He flung a set of cards into it, causing it to explode in a cloud of magenta smoke and fire. It crumbled to pieces. “Dat’s not gon’ fool me, Iceman…”
Numerous icicles flung in Gambit’s direction. He flipped through them with innovation, using his flexibility to aid him as he neared the mountain top. Suddenly, a masculine figure slid next to him on a sheet of ice.
“You’re not going to get it,” the man told him. “The Watcher’s Eye.”
Gambit looked in his direction. Immediately, he twirled himself in a tight ring cloaked with irradiating purple as he grabbed ahold of his cards and slung them at the figure. The man raised his hand and blocked them with a wall of ice. Gambit continued to fall. As he did, he got a good look at the man—
It was Iceman.
His skin was literal ice, and he was someone close in strength to Gambit. He could tell this would be an onerous battle—It was why he was tasked with the job. Also, he was the highest paid member in the Guild for reasons. Gambit tsked.
He grabbed ahold of Iceman’s slide of ice stretching from the mountain top and flipped over it, gaining control of his footing. He raced up it. Iceman shot rounds of icicles in Gambit’s direction. Gambit flung his cards with rapid speed, exploding them upon impact. He reached Iceman and grabbed his throat.
“Whaddya say,” He spoke and eyes glowed a strong hue of purple. “We end dis’ as quick as possible, hm?”
Gambit charged the collar of Iceman’s suit and exploded it.
Iceman coughed, staggering. He plummeted towards the mountain as Gambit let him go, losing control of his ice. Gambit fell with him. He surged kinetic energy through two of his cards and released, letting them explode so he could use the momentum and burst towards Iceman.
He grabbed Iceman by the neck. “Wake up, Iceboy!” he screamed at him through the harsh wind as they both fell towards the mountain. “If ya don’t snap outta it, we both gon’ die!”
Iceman started to blink, stirring. He came to, gritting his teeth. He summoned another wall of ice and regained his footing, sliding into the air with the sheet of it. Gambit flipped and twisted. He then ran up the sheet of ice.
“Now we’re playin’ Catch da Tiger by its toe?!” Gambit screamed at him. He darted around the icicles that Iceman directed towards him. Iceman’s eyes started to glow. “Now what—”
Iceman shot a beam of ice towards him.
Gambit whipped his staff behind him in a swift movement and slammed it through the middle of the beam, charging it with energy. The ice beam split in two. Gambit gritted his teeth.
“Don’t make me turn on ma charm…” He mumbled under his breath. “’Cause ya ain’t gon’ like it.”
Gambit grabbed a few of his cards and slammed them against the slide of ice beneath him. The slide broke in two from the explosion. Gambit fell, escaping the beam. Iceman gasped.
“How?!” He exclaimed.
Gambit pitched his cards towards him, surging them with increased energy. Iceman glided through the air and dodged them. He sent miniature beams of ice in Gambit’s direction. Gambit twisted his staff and fought through them as he continued to fall.
Iceman raced after him. He raised both of his hands and summoned a wall of icicles. The projectiles flew towards Gambit. Gambit dodged and parried each one with his staff, whirling it around his body.
“Just die already!” Iceman shouted at him. “The Eye is not yours to have! Don’t you understand?! If it gets in the wrong hands, the whole world and mutant kind will be at stake!”
Gambit glanced behind him. In about 15 seconds, he would slam against the mountain and have it claim his death. Gambit didn’t like that idea. His eyes started to glow.
“At da moment, I don’t give a damn ‘bout either kind,” Gambit told Iceman. “All I care about is ma payment.”
He charged the particles of broken ice that he had split apart in his rushes with kinetic energy. The atmosphere around Iceman turned magenta. The ice began to glow. Iceman looked around him, startled.
“What…?” He gasped, not understanding. “What is this—”
The air exploded.
Iceman plummeted in a cloud of magenta smoke towards the mountain. His skin shifted back to normal, and Gambit could see that he was just a regular man. His skin was fair and eyes blue with blonde hair. He was a young man—like Gambit. They were probably the same age.
Iceman hit the side of the mountain first. The snow from it rose above and caught him, softening the blow to his fall. He blinked a few times. Gambit threw a few of his cards towards the ground and exploded them, flipping from the rebound and landing on his feet. He faced Iceman on the ground.
Iceman blinked, coughing out blood. “You will never have it…” he told him. “The Eye… it’s not yours to have. You will have to kill me to get it…”
Gambit raised his staff, charging it. “Dat’s da plan,” he agreed in a smooth breath. He hurled his staff towards Iceman and struck his chest. Iceman gagged and blood splattered from him. “So long, Iceman…”
Gambit exploded his staff.
Iceman became cloaked in a round of purple smoke and fire. His body disintegrated. Gambit withdrew his staff, shrinking it. He tucked it in his back pocket. He sighed. The Guild’s helicopter neared him.
Gambit walked back towards it. He hopped aboard. After that, the helicopter pulled off. Gambit held out his hand towards his father. “Payment,” he urged. “Pops. Now.”
Gambit’s father looked at him. “Did you get the Watcher’s Eye?” he asked him. “We needed that, too. Iceman’s death wasn’t the only requirement in your contract.”
“Ya wanted ‘im gone, an’ I killed ‘im,” Gambit fought back. “An’ he wouldn’t give up da Eye’s location. Dey both went hand n’ hand—it was one or da other. Give me ma money, Pops.”
“I’ll give you half,” His father replied. “Since you only completed part of your assignment. Hopefully, this will teach you to read all aspects of your contracts before taking them on, Remy.”
Gambit spat. His eyes started to glow. The Guild members looked at each other in fear, realizing the omega-level mutant was about to use his powers. Gambit’s father looked him in the eye.
“Do it,” he daringly encouraged. “And see how far that gets you. You will never surmise to Guild Leader. Really? Do you think that you could replace the likes of someone like me? Try again.”
Gambit released his ability. “Ya lucky ya ain’t worth killin’,” he replied, turning around. He took a seat in the helicopter and looked out the window. “At least, not yet.”
His father gazed at him with dissatisfaction.
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That was a week ago.
Remy hadn’t taken an assignment from the Guild since. His father ran the secret society and they had two bases in the United States—New York and Louisiana. Remy was originally from the Louisiana base but through unfortunate past circumstances, he was exiled from there. Now, he was currently based in New York for his own personal matters.
He was going to steal the Panther’s Bracelet.
It was valued at 12 million dollars. And there would be a private auction held at one of New York’s top auction houses. Remy couldn’t pass this chance up. His insides were tugging at him to scope the scene.
And that’s exactly what he planned.
He sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed. He rented out a penthouse suite for the week just to get ready for the private auction. He usually did most of his business in New Orleans. But if you had to ask him—he felt out of place. He sighed, flipping his deck of cards through his hands.
“Oh, I miss da Big Easy,” Remy mumbled to himself, staring at the Aces. There were four of them. Remy smirked at the odds. “Oh, lucky me. Must be a lucky night indeed.”
He got ready for the auction.
Only the most elite of New York’s society was invited to the auction. Remy used some of his payment from killing Iceman to buy a ticket to it. The donations would go to charity.
Though, Remy’s eyes were only set on one thing: the Panther Bracelet. History stated it was a symbol of love. Remy smirked. The only symbol of love he liked was robbery.
He dressed himself in an elegant silk purple fashion suit and formal shoes. He placed shield sunglasses over his eyes to mask his burning red irises—a trait of his mutant gene. He stuffed his deck of cards inside of the inner pocket of his suit’s blazer. He shifted a silver watch over his wrist and decked his fingers in a few rings. These would be his back up projectiles incase his cards happened to slip from him.
Which would never happen.
When he arrived at the party, he presented the doormen with his invitation. They gazed at him. Remy tilted his shades toward them and turned on his charm.
“What, gentleman?” He asked. “You ain’t gon’ show me no hospitality? I came here ta support da cause a’ charity. Ain’t dat what we all here fo’?”
The guards tsked. “Welcome,” they said in unison. “Mr. LeBeau.”
They allowed him inside. Remy strolled with pride. The building’s lobby was grandiose. Remy could tell that people with serious money were involved in its construction. It was crowded. Chatter filled the air.
“Dis certainly ain’t da Big Easy,” Remy commented, looking around. “Glad I dressed fo’ da occasion—”
“Mr. LeBeau?” A voice said behind him. “Thought I recognized your voice.”
Remy flinched. He turned around. A muscular man in a crimson suit stood behind him. His hair was a ginger color and styled in a scruffy manner. Circular rimmed glasses covered his eyes, and he rested on a cane. Remy managed a smile.
“Mon ami,” he said. “What do I do da pleasure? I’m afraid we haven’t met befo’. Would ya mind givin’ me an introduction?”
The man smirked. “Matt Murdock,” He replied. “I’ve heard lots of things about you, Remy. Perhaps, you might even call me a fan.”
“Fan?” Remy raised his eyebrow. “Ya know, I ain’t one fo’ da spotlight. I like ta remain behind da scenes. Are ya sure we haven’t met befo’?”
“Yes,” Matt replied. “Care to drink and get to know one another further?”
Remy smirked, too. “I like da sound a’ dat,” He complimented, nearing the man. He placed his hand on his shoulder. “Say no mo’. Come on.”
The two of them neared the bar. There, they sat. Remy ordered drinks for the two of them. He ordered Old Fashioned for himself. Matt had the Cosmopolitan. They started to talk once their drinks arrived.
“So, Red,” Remy nicknamed Matt, taking a look at the color of his suit. “What brought ya here?”
“Same reasons as you,” Matt confessed. “We’re not so different, Remy.”
“Ya think so?” Remy arched his eyebrow. “If anythin’, I just met ya tonight. I don’t get out much. Actually, I ain’t even from dis here place. I’m from New Orleans.”
“Crescent City?” Matt realized. “Couldn’t tell… I don’t think your accent gave it away.”
Remy let out a round of genuine laughter. “Ya a funny guy, Red!” He told him, slapping his back. He giggled. He felt like he hadn’t done that in a long time. “Where ya from, man?”
“Hell’s Kitchen,” Matt said in a grim breath. “I’m a native.”
“What do ya do fo’ work?” Remy found himself asking, growing curious. He leaned over on the bar counter and smirked, looking in Matt’s direction. He was handsome. “Can’t just be sittin’ ‘dere lookin’ like prince charmin’.”
Matt gave a soft smile. Remy was flirting with him. “You are as smooth as they say,” he told him. “Remy. Who taught you how to be that way?”
“Ain’t nobody taught me,” Remy confessed. “I just naturally come wit da whole package, cher.”
Silence stood between them for a few moments. Remy could feel the chemistry in the air form between the two. Remy wouldn’t mind sleeping with Matt. After all… the vibe was right. And Remy—
He was all about energy.
Matt was the first to speak. “Are you into men?” he asked him. “You don’t look like the type.”
“I like ‘em all,” Remy confessed, hand nearing Matt’s resting over his glass. He leaned towards him and whispered in his ear. “Especially when da mood’s right. Whaddya say, Red…?”
“Say what?” Matt played along.
“Let’s ditch dis shit,” Remy told him. “And get ta know each other a lil’ mo’ better.”
Matt agreed.
The two of them stood up from their chairs. Remy was the one that led the way. He figured that Matt was blind or had limited vision—he walked with a cane. His mobility was just fine. Remy’s fingers lingered across Matt’s.
They trailed the auction house corridors, passing by fewer people as they made their escape to a secluded area. Remy was all about secrecy. And sleeping with a stranger?
That was his specialty.
The two found a vacant restroom. Remy led them inside a stall. He shut the door and locked it behind them. He neared Matt and leaned towards his lips. The two of them kissed.
Matt’s tongue traced his. Remy felt an instant electricity strike him. And Remy liked that sort of passion! It set his body ablaze. He kissed Matt’s mouth rougher. Matt matched his motions.
Remy felt Matt grip his ass. He moaned into his mouth as Matt fondled his body, smoothing his hands across it. It was like he wanted to feel every inch of Remy. Remy broke away with a whimper.
“Red…” He told him. “How long are ya gon’ keep foolin’ around…? Dontcha wanna get ta da real fun?”
Matt stared at him, licking the saliva from his lips. So, Remy was impatient, wasn’t he? He sighed and decided to run his hand up Remy’s pec. He felt his folding cards inside. Remy immediately grabbed his hand and clicked his teeth, shaking his head.
“Oh, no, cher,” he told him. “Ya don’t wanna play wit ‘dose…”
Matt husked his breath against Remy’s lips. “Why not…?” He asked him. “What do they do…?”
“Wouldn’t ya like ta know?” Remy said in a playful breath. He kissed Matt’s lips. “Maybe if ya treat me right, I’ll tell ya a lil’ somethin’ ‘bout ‘em. Now c’mere…”
The two of them eventually undressed somewhat. Matt bent Remy over and thrusted into him from behind once prepped. Remy panted with delirious arousal, hands on the toilet seat. He moaned.
“Ahn…!” He whimpered. “Red…! Right ‘dere…!”
Matt was surprised at how loud Remy was during sex. If anyone walked in… they could definitely hear the two of them having intercourse. But he wasn’t worried about it. He had other things on his mind.
Like obtaining the Watcher’s Eye from Remy.
After their sex, Remy was pleased. He turned around and kissed Matt’s lips with satisfaction. “Ya pretty good, Red…” He told him, hand trailing his abdomen. He looked into his eyes. “Wanna come home wit me after da auction…?”
“You must not live far,” Matt told him. “I don’t like long drives.”
“The only drive dat is happenin’,” Remy flirted back, “is you drivin’ me wild.”
The two of them made out. Remy wasn’t expecting to hook up at the auction where he was scoping out the scene to steal the Panther’s Bracelet but… things happened. He smirked even wider.
This was going to be fun.
Matt broke away from him. “We should head back,” he told him. “Right about now, they’re starting the auction. It’s been a pleasure, Remy.”
“Ya da pleasure, Red.” Remy confessed in a smooth breath, holding one of his hands. “If I ain’t known no better, I’d think ya would be da one up fo’ auction.”
The two of them shared a laugh. They cleaned up after themselves. Matt wasn’t expecting to share so much chemistry with Gambit. But the thief lived up to his reputation. He was a charmer.
Matt wouldn’t let him out of his sight so easily.
The duo left the stalls and attended the auction. There, Remy could tell that something was going on in Matt’s mind. He looked towards him. Matt didn’t look in his direction. Remy didn’t blame him.
For someone that was blind, Matt was gifted. He could make his ways around people and Remy was shocked that he had that sort of disability. If he hadn’t added the context clues together then he would have never known.
“What’s goin’ on in ya mind, Red?” Remy asked, leaning close to his ear.
“Wouldn’t you love to know?” Matt smirked, mimicking Remy from before. Remy sneered after hearing him. “Focus on the auction. That’s all.”
“Ya ain’t da boss a’ me,” Remy spat with a laugh. “Really, tell me.”
“I have nothing to tell,” Matt replied. “Just everything to show.”
Remy didn’t like that answer. He frowned. Suddenly, the Panther’s Bracelet was revealed in glass casing. Remy’s eyes gleamed behind his shades. Boy, it sure was pretty. Offers started going throughout the crowd.
Matt watched after a few moments, realizing that Remy hadn’t bet on anything. “You’re not going to offer?” he asked him.
“Da only offerin’ I’ll take tonight is ya…” Remy neared him with a playful smile. “Though, it’d be nice ta have somethin’ like dat in ma wheelhouse.”
Matt could only smile. The Panther Bracelet ended up being sold to a man known as King Pin. Matt was expecting it… and that the underground crime lord would make his move later on tonight.
Remy nudged his elbow in Matt’s side. “C’mon, Red,” He told him. “I’ll take ya back to ma place.”
Remy led Matt out of the building. He drove him in his rented black vinyl Ford GT with purple accents, head, and brake lights to his penthouse suite. There, the two of them made more love. Remy grasped his hand, panting for relief as Matt rammed into him with brutal passion.
“J’aime ça~!” Remy whined, eyes rolling in the backs of his head. He screamed with aroused ecstasy. “J’aime ça…! Uhn—!!”
Matt squeezed his hand tighter. Remy’s eyes flickered a harsh glow through moments of their heightened erotica. Matt could hardly believe that he was sleeping with a mutant. Remy’s palm lit, radiating heat as it looked for something to release its kinetic charge to.
“Remy…” Matt whispered in his ear, panting as he could feel it. Remy moaned after Matt sped up his pace and became more ardent with his movements. “Calm down… Remy…”
Remy’s eyes rolled. “I-I can’t…!” He confessed to him. “It’s takin’ all I have…” He bit his lip, trembling as Matt hammered him. He gasped for relief. “Red…! Ahn…!”
Matt sought an answer to Remy’s unparalleled abilities. Remy was an omega-class mutant—mutants with powers that were classified by incomparable levels of their ability’s recordings. It was almost unimaginable to him that Remy’s power showcased itself during intimacy. Matt kept that thought in mind.
Remy’s powers were slipping.
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When Remy woke up, Matt was gone.
It was like the two hadn’t just spent the night having intense intercourse. Matt’s things were gone. Remy smirked, taking a cigarette from his pack in his drawer. He charged and lit it with his energy, smoking it.
“Usually,” he said to himself. “I’m da one leavin’ others in da dust… I guess I’m da one ta bite it dis time. Huh, Red?”
Silence answered him. Remy smoked for a few moments on the edge of his bed. Then, he decided to get down to business. Right around now, the Panther’s Bracelet would be moving to King Pin’s private collection. Remy stood up to his feet. He dressed in his incognito attire.
It was a black leather mixed with mesh catsuit that had purple accents. He strapped his boots over his shins, standing to his full height. He tucked his playing cards in his chest harness and thigh halters. He hid his staff in the side of his boot. He ventured to the roof of his penthouse and jumped across the others, making his way to the auction house.
The Panther’s Bracelet was his.
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When Gambit got to the auction house, he rested on the roof of it.
He peered through the top ceiling glass, watching as King Pin’s men moved the panther’s bracelet in glass casing towards an escort vehicle. Gambit drew a circle over the glass, charging it with energy.
It fell through in a ring.
Gambit caught the glass before it landed below on the house’s flooring. He moved it to the side of him. Then, he lowered himself through the hole. He jumped down and landed on one of Kingpin’s man, breaking their spine.
“Gah—!” They screamed.
Immediately, four of them turned and surrounded Gambit. Gambit withdrew his Bo staff and took them down in swift and consecutive strikes. The moonlight from above shone down on him.
This was too easy.
Gambit shrunk his staff. “Now, where is dat damn bracelet…?” He asked himself, looking for the men that had been moving it towards the truck. They had exited towards the left corridor. “Guess I’ll follow da yellow brick road…”
Gambit went in the direction of the men. He silently struck those that came along in his path. He began to make headway as he neared the back exit of the building. Kingpin’s men surrounded the escort truck.
Gambit tsked, taking cover behind the wall near the door. “Merde… How am I gon’ take all dem on wit’out da other’s noticin’?” He asked himself. “Seems like I’ll I have ta go back ta da old-fashioned route…”
Gambit withdrew his playing cards, charging them with energy. He rushed forward, entering the back exit vacant space where Kingpin’s men guarded the Panther’s Bracelet. They spotted him.
“Get him!” They shouted.
Before they could shift their guns and shoot, Gambit flung his cards in a ring and exploded them. He created a diversion. They shielded their eyes. Gambit raced through the men, flipping and twisting his body through acrobatic motions as they blitzed rounds from their firearms towards him.
Gambit grabbed one firearm and flung it towards a group of Kingpin’s subordinates. It exploded on impact. The back exit became cloaked in purple light. Wheels screeched against the ground.
The getaway truck carrying the Panther’s Bracelet was escaping.
Gambit gasped, looking up. “Malhereux!” he cursed, racing after the vehicle. King Pen’s men surrounded him in a tight ring. Gambit battled, parrying their attacks with his Bo staff. “Chepasse! Can’t ya tell I’m in a hurry?!”
Gambit reached in his side halter and withdrew half a deck. He spread it across the ground and charged them and his staff with energy. He twirled his staff and jumped into the air, slamming it down on the ground.
A mass explosion lit the building.
Gambit ran from the fire and out towards the outskirts of the auction house, immune to his own ability. It didn’t hurt him, but it caused destruction towards others. He caught a glimpse of the vehicle high tailing it down the road and entering oncoming traffic. He grimaced.
“Merde…” He commented. “I’m gon’ have ta figure out another way ta get ta them… An’ fast.”
Gambit looked beside him in the yard. A row of sport motorcycles was lined up on the outside far from the auction house. Gambit smirked, clicking his teeth.
“Well, today’s ma lucky day,” He smirked. “And I ain’t just had gotten lucky tonight, either…”
He raced towards one of the black motorcycles and charged it, turning it on. He hopped across the seat and thrusted the accelerator, speeding forward. Gambit gave a proud grin. Being a mutant was great!
By the time he caught up to the escort truck, he had entered the lacing speedways of New York City. He raced through traffic, weaving in and out of lanes. He reached in his side halter and pulled out a few cards.
He flung them at the wheels of the truck.
The truck swerved, being lit with purple explosives beneath. Cars moved out of the way as the truck lost control and spun. Gambit revved his engine and sped up. He jumped from his motorcycle.
He landed on the roof of the truck. He stabbed his staff through it, handling the strain of the swerve. The truck crashed into a storefront boutique. Civilians screamed and scrambled out of the way. Gambit was quick to move first.
He jumped down from the roof of the car and threw a few of his cards towards the metal doors. They exploded. Gambit had withheld enough of his charge to not cause damage to the entire truck—and what was inside.
Too bad it was filled with Kingpin’s men.
“Grah—!” One screamed, jumping out of the truck to race towards him. Gambit flipped back, flinging a couple of his explosive cards. Magenta light lit beneath them, detonating the area around. The men flew back from the sheer force of the blast.
Gambit made his way through the smoke, making use of the men being stunned from his explosives. He leaped into the truck and searched for the bracelet. He saw it resting in the corner, flown from its broken glass case. Gambit neared it.
“Why, thank ya,” He coined, grabbing the jewelry. He gave it a lingering glance before placing it in his pocket. Bullets from behind shot at him. He dodged, ducking. “Merde! Can’t ya give me a break?!”
He grabbed some of his cards and hurled them towards the men. Upon imploding, the area lit with magenta fire. The men disintegrated from the force. Gambit made his escape.
He scaled the side of the building, flipping upward through the winding stairs until he made his way to the rooftops. He sped across them, grinning with delight as he had just made the nab of the year—
A baton struck his back.
“Agh!” Gambit cried in pain, feeling like a pound of bricks were thrown at him. He flipped over himself and rolled, slowing to a stop on a rooftop. He glared, searching for the owner. “What da hell—”
A red figure blurred, slamming their baton down on Gambit. Gambit flipped out of the way, backhand springing for a few paces before flinging some of his throwing cards. They erupted, lighting the figure up in fire.
“Ha!” Gambit shouted, landing on his feet. “Try dat shit again—”
The red figure raced from the fire, surging towards him. They raised their baton and swung it around their body, striking Gambit again. Gambit coughed out saliva, growing dizzy from the hit.
“Kuh…!” Gambit spat.
He quickly regained control, bringing out his staff. He battled the red figure in close combat, twisting the weapon around his body and striking when there were openings—too bad there weren’t. Gambit gritted his teeth.
“Just who are ya?!” He barked. “I just can’t keep dem off me, can I?!”
Gambit dropped low to the ground in a split once the red figure swung down with their baton. Gambit flipped back up in a blur and kicked, sending the anonymous person flying back a few paces. They landed on their feet. Gambit got a good look at them.
It was a man. He was shielded with red metallic armor and leather. Horns sprouted from the mask he wore over his eyes. Gambit studied him.
“Now, it ain’t nice ta hit somebody wit’out first introducin’ yaself,” Gambit commented. “Why don’t we start off on da right foot? Ma name’s Gambit—Who are ya?”
The man’s lip thinned. “Daredevil,” he told him in a smooth and content voice. “The Man Without Fear.”
Suddenly, Daredevil burst towards him in a surge of speed. Gambit gasped. Daredevil flicked his batons across him, swatting Gambit’s staff with each motion. Gambit stumbled, feeling the weight of his attacks.
The man’s hits had raw power behind them. Gambit hadn’t been involved in a fight like this in a long time. It was like he was fighting against a mutant. Gambit’s eyes glowed.
“No mo’ games!” He shouted. “We end dis—Now!”
Gambit grabbed Daredevil’s chest armor and charged it with energy. Daredevil’s eyes widened. Gambit released it, imploding him. Daredevil flew back into the chimney of the building, breaking it. He coughed out blood.
Gambit smirked, turning around. “Joie de vivre,” he told Daredevil, giving him a salute with two of his fingers. He neared the edge of the building. “So long, Devil.”
He jumped.
Immediately, a wire wrapped around his waist and pulled him back. “Huh—” Gambit could hardly think before he was thrown back into the ground of the roof. He coughed up saliva. “Kah…!”
Daredevil neared him, wielding the wire. It was hooked to his baton. Gambit’s eyes danced around in his skull. He looked up. Daredevil placed his foot on his chest.
“Where’s the Eye?” He asked him. “Gambit.”
“Da Eye…?” Gambit murmured, sluggish from the initial attack. “Da only eye I got one fo’ is da Panther’s Bracelet… and dat’s mine. Ya can’t… have it…”
“You killed Iceman for it,” Daredevil recalled, not losing focus from the previous topic. “So, I can’t imagine you’d leave without claiming your prize. You’re part of the Thieves Guild. You always get payment; one way or another.”
Gambit thought about his fight with Iceman. “Iceman ain’t give me da location a’ da Eye…” He managed to say, blinking a few times. He coughed again. “I had ta kill him—‘dere was no other way.”
“There’s always a way!” Daredevil snapped, yelling. “When sparing a life, Gambit! Where is the Watcher’s Eye?!”
He used the other end of his Baton to slam against Gambit. Gambit grabbed the baton quickly, reflexes kicking in. Daredevil gasped. Gambit looked right at him.
“I said I ain’t know,” He said in a smooth breath. “Better take ma word fo’ it… Or ya gon’ lose ya precious batons.”
The batons began to glow with purple energy. Daredevil’s lip fell. Gambit… He was more deadly than he thought. Even though Gambit had only used his kinetic energy a few times during battle, he was holding back. Daredevil retreated his batons.
“Fine,” Daredevil said, taking his foot off Gambit’s chest. “You don’t know where the location of the Watcher’s Eye is.”
“I’ve been tryin’ ta tell ya,” Gambit said, sitting up. He stood to his feet and dusted himself off. He smirked, taking a deck of his playing cards out. He shuffled them, charging the cards with his energy. His eyes glowed with the same mania. “Now, are ya goin’ ta let me go, or da ya wanna pay ma overtime fee wit ya life?”
Daredevil pointed his baton at him. “The only overtime I’ll be paying is getting you sent off to prison,” he told him. “Justice will be served—”
Sirens rang in the air. Gambit and Daredevil looked around. That was never a good sign. But Gambit kept his cool.
“Time’s a’ tickin’,” He told Daredevil. “Your choice.”
They fought.
If anything, Daredevil’s speed increased. His rushes were quick. He flipped and twisted his way through Gambit’s projectiles. He handled close hand to hand combat with him, figuring that was a surefire way to get Gambit away from long distance—his preferred battle option.
“Ya pretty good, Devil,” Gambit told him during their battle. His eyes gleamed with superiority, glowing. “But I’m better!”
He charged his staff with energy. It imploded. Daredevil flipped back, coughing the smoke from his lungs. When the smoke cleared—
Gambit was gone.