‘GAMBIT’ MOVIE STILL HAPPENING - SHOULD START SHOOTING NEXT YEAR!
‘X-Men’ producer Simon Kinberg has given an update on FOX’s ‘Gambit’ movie - “It’s in active development. It’s a movie that we hope will be ready to go by the end of this year and shoot next year. We have two or three X-Men related movies this year so it can wait for a moment. The process has been that Channing Tatum is as determined about getting the character right as Ryan Reynolds was about ‘Deadpool’ and Hugh Jackman was about this ‘Logan’ movie. We know that when we get those right, the movie succeeds so we want to make sure we get ‘Gambit’ right because we want him to be the beginning of a whole new franchise”
Joining a new school was always rough. Being a few years past school age and joining the school as staff didn’t make things much better, especially since you were invited to this school because you were a mutant, just like everyone else at the building.
You walked through the front doors with a suitcase of your minimal belongings, and you were instantly overwhelmed. This wasn’t a school, it was a mansion!
“You look a little lost, Chere,” a man commented, walking up to you. He had a peculiar accent, and his eyes were a striking red and black.
“I knew this was going to be a boarding school, but this is bigger than I thought,” you commented. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” You held your hand out for a handshake.
“Most people call me Gambit, but you can call me Remy,” the man introduced himself, returning your handshake. “I gan give you a tour of this place if you want.”
“A tour would be greatly appreciated,” you told Remy. He held his arm out to you, which you took with a small laugh.
Remy showed you around the building, including to your room so you could drop off your stuff. He concluded the tour in the courtyard.
“When classes aren’t going on, there’s usually a bunch of teens out here running around,” Remy told you. “But I like coming out here sometimes when it’s quiet like this.”
“But wait, aren’t you a teacher?” you asked. Remy had pointed out his own classroom on the tour.
“I don’t have class right now. And showing you around is a lot more interesting than making lesson plans,” he replied.
“Oh, but I don’t want to keep you from your work,” you commented with a joking tone to your voice.
“But what if I want you to keep me from my work?” Remy asked with a smirk. He took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. “I want to get to know you more, if you’ll let me.”
“Are you asking me on a date, Mr. LeBeau?” you asked, feeling a blush start to form on your cheeks.
Remy gave a nod. “You don’t have to answer right away, but now you know where to find me,” he said, stepping back and letting your hand slip out of his.
“We can go on a date, on one condition,” you said. Remy raised an eyebrow. “You pick the location because I have no clue what’s around here.”
Remy laughed. “Okay, you’ve got a deal,” he stated.
I might start doing a ‘Character of the Week’ thing, where once each week I’ll do a post about a different Marvel character breaking down their origin and powers and best stories for people who maybe aren’t as familiar with Marvel Comics. Would that be something people would be interested in?
Laying on the ground was all you could do. Your mutation was primarily a physical one, not that the anti-mutant hate groups cared. You were just walking down the sidewalk when a group of guys noticed your scale-like skin and fins on your hands, and decided that was punishable by beating you up.
“Are you alright?” a man asked, kneeling down to help you up.
“I will be,” you told him, accepting his help. “I should find a way to hide more of my skin.”
Anger flared up in the man’s eyes. “No,” he stated firmly. “Be mutant and proud. You’re beautiful the way you are.”
You blushed a little. “Thank you,” you said. “I take it you’re a mutant too, then?”
“My name’s Erik, though I usually go by Magneto,” the man introduced himself with a nod. “I’m the leader of a group of mutants who are also proud to be different. You’ll be welcomed with open arms.”
“I’m… not sure,” you stated hesitantly.
“You’ll be one of the most beautiful mutants there,” Magneto commented.
You got mock offended. “One of?” you repeated.
“Well, there is a shapeshifter,” he stated. “So when she takes your form, there would be a tie.”
You laughed. “Good save,” you said. “But I can’t really contribute much to your group. All’s I really can do is breathe underwater and swim fast.”
Magneto gave you a smile and put his hand on your cheek. “We’ll find something for you to do, don’t worry. Even if it’s just keeping me company.”
You smiled up at the other mutant. “Alright, lead the way,” you told him.
My doctor used to say that the word “monster” is not a noun, that to be a monster, you’ve first got to do something monstrous. If you come with me tomorrow, you are gonna see things. You will not feel the same about me.
You opened the door to your room to find Peter sobbing in the bed. His head was buried into the pillow but you could still the ragged sounds that escaped from his body. You walked slowly over to the bed and sat down by his side. When you touched his shoulder he jerked up to see it was you. The expression on his face broke your heart. His face was shiny from tears and red, his silver hair sticking out in random directions. His beautiful brown eyes red rimmed and full of tears. You pulled him close to you, wrapping one arm around his waist while the other one went up around his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair.
“Peter, what’s wrong?” You whispered.
It took him a second to catch his breath. You could feel the shudders that racked his body.
“I’m n-not good enough. I-I won’t make a g-good en-enough h-husband or f-f-father or even s-son. Ev-everyong I love leaves a-at some point. I’m j-j-just not g-good enough.” Peter hiccupped into your shoulder.
“Peter Maximoff, you are good enough.”
“L-look at m-me, Y/N! I’m p-pathetic, I c-can’t even tell E-e-erik that I’m his s-son. I’m a f-failure. I c-can’t even s-stop crying.”
You pulled Peter in even tighter and stroked his hair slowly. As you let him cry you just rocked back and forth.
“Peter, you are good enough for me. You may not be ready to be a husband or a dad but I’m not ready to be a wife or mom. And when it comes to Erik, it will come in time. We both have time to grow. And I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Peter. That’s not going to change. Not now, not ever,” you whispered into his ear.
Peter pushed his face up to lean his forehead against yours. He let out one last shaky breath. When he opened his eyes you started to tear up.
“Thank you,” he whispered, brushing his lips against yours.
The two of you lay down on the bed together, nose to nose. When Jean came to get you for training, she found you two sleeping in that same position. It was so adorable she left you like that… Well she may have tried for ten minutes to wake you up and failed. And she may have heard the two of you giggling as she walked away. Just maybe.