Kin'youbi ✎ Rare Pairs (and Crack Pairs)
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Today's theme: rare pairs. It's time to share your less-popular-in-fandom-yet-no-less-loved-by-you pairing ideas and see if you can ( Read more... )
Today's theme: rare pairs. It's time to share your less-popular-in-fandom-yet-no-less-loved-by-you pairing ideas and see if you can ( Read more... )
This. This was interesting though. The archer, the one everyone referred to as ‘Hawkeye’, had been watching him since the group walked in. Even though the man’s gray eyes flicked over everyone else, they would consistently land back on Remy, studying him as if the archer was waiting for something.
“Is there somethin’ in particular you are lookin’ for, yeux du faucon?” he finally asked, raising an eyebrow at the man.
“Clint,” the man offered without answering the question.
Remy tilted his head. “Remy,” he returned. “Do you want somethin’?”
Clint indicated the card he was still flipping through his fingers. “You any good with that?”
“I’m generally pretty good,” Remy allowed.
A wicked grin spread across the other man’s face and he tilted his head towards where Scott and the flag wearing leader was sitting. “We don’t need to be here for this. Wanna see how really good you are?”
Remy dropped his feet to the floor, grinning in response. “Lead the way.”
As they both got to their feet, the redhead that was sitting next to Clint turned her head, glaring at him. She said something biting in Russian and he shrugged, clearly not bothered by whatever it was. “So where are we headed?” Remy asked as they escaped into the hall.
“There’s a range,” Clint answered. “We can use pretty much any type of weapon.”
The X-man charged the card in his man, letting a slow smile leak out. “What about explosives?”
Another wicked grin spread across the archer’s face. “They’re allowed. Your power?”
“Kinetic charge,” Remy answered.
“Awesome,” Clint replied.
When their respective leaders found them three hours later, the two of them were arguing in a mixture of Russian and Cajun French. The target down-range was pockmarked with a combination of arrows and playing cards. Gambit was smirking as Hawkeye waved his arms, bow hanging loosely from one hand as he gesticulated at the target.
“At least they didn’t blow up the range,” Steve commented as Clint grabbed an arrow, swiftly firing it down range.
Remy responded to the shot by throwing a card before the arrow had a chance to land, exploding it in mid-flight. The sharpshooter let loose a burst of incentives in response, turning to glare at the mutant.
“Hey!” Steve broke in before Clint could fire again. “What’s going on here?”
“Just a little friendly fire, Cap,” Clint drawled and when he turned to face Steve, the former soldier could see there was no animosity on his friend’s face. “We were just trying something out.”
“As long as you didn’t ruin the strides we made,” Steve informed him.
“No worries, mon ami,” Remy replied. “It was all in good fun.”
yeux du faucon--Eyes of Hawk
mon ami--my friend
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Clint indicated the card he was still flipping through his fingers. “You any good with that?”
“I’m generally pretty good,” Remy allowed.
❤❤❤~!
(Only a tiny fraction of what I've written about these two idiots is currently posted online. 6^^;; Gambit has been my life-long favorite, but he didn't team up with Hawkeye to take over my brain until a couple of years ago.)
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