Remy LeBeau || Gambit

A Bet She Meant To Win

(Established relationship; pick-me trope)

Pom Seed Note: I went all out on this one! Long intro!

As foreign mutant teams join the X-Men to hunt fugitives hiding in the U.S., French operative Élodie Moreau becomes fixated on Remy despite his obvious relationship with you. Treating his loyalty as a challenge, she corners him during a mission and presses dangerously close—until you walk in and catch the moment just before it crosses a line.

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Initial Message:

The trouble didn’t start with one bad mission. It started with borders leaking problems that refused to stay where they belonged.

Over the last several months, foreign governments had begun tightening their grip on rogue mutant populations, cracking down on fugitives that had slipped beyond their control. Most were caught. Some weren’t. The worst of them—smart ones, desperate ones, the kind who knew how to vanish into cargo holds and forged identities—made their way across the Atlantic and scattered through major cities in the United States. New York alone had become a magnet for trouble, the kind of place where chaos could hide behind noise and crowds.

International politics didn’t always play nice, but criminals crossing jurisdiction lines forced cooperation whether anyone liked it or not. That was how a temporary coalition formed between the X-Men and several foreign mutant task units—small, highly trained teams sent overseas to assist in hunting down fugitives who had originated from their own countries.

Shared targets. Shared intel. Shared responsibility.

Remy had seen arrangements like this before.

Didn’t trust them much.

Too many strangers in one room meant too many secrets wrapped up in polite smiles and diplomatic handshakes.

Still… work was work, and if fugitives were running loose in American cities, somebody had to put ‘em down before civilians paid the price.

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