Calling

Remy wakes before Sabretooth but after Wolverine. He pops his back and then quickly gets ready for the day. He rubs at his face as he looks at the sleeping feral. Last night was… odd. Well… not the oddest. Sabretooth likely genuinely did not want to deal with him being sick. Coming to a decision, Gambit starts heading towards the door.

“Where you off too?”

Wolverine interrupts and Gambit sighs.

“Breakfast. Gotta grab some stuff ‘fore fuzz butt wakes up.”

“You dont have to keep feeding hi-”

“Look. Wolverine. Imma forgive you for not knowin’ cause you aint from Gambit’s team. Mais, back on Magneto’s base my job is meals. So, Gambit do need to keep feedin’ him. I enjoy plannin’ food and I like not eatin’ stuff raw. That man tried to feed me raw beef when I let him be in charge of cookin’. I am not throwin’ up in another toilet. So just let me handle meals? Okay? If’n it makes you feel guilty or somethin’ you can come with me. Oui?”

Wolverine looks him over and then nods.

“Alright kid. Ill come with.”

“Good. Theres a place just down the block. Saw it while drivin’ in last night and figured it’d prolly be just fine.”

He scribbles down a note for Sabretooth if the man bothers to read it and then leads Wolverine out the door. The man quietly walks beside him for a moment. Then speaks.

“You left the room last night. I can smell it on you. And Creed.”

Gambit sighs and adjusts his sunglasses.

“I had a hard time falling asleep. So I went to the roof. Not for long. Then Monsieur Chat chased me back to bed.”

He answers honestly and then shuts down any further questions on the matter with insistent silence. They get a smattering of breakfast things to go and Gambit cheerfully interacts with the cashier who’s a bit sweet on Wolverine. Not that the man seems to return the attentions, eyes firmly watching Gambit.

Which…

Why???

It’s not like Gambit’s going to steal here. Nothing worth taking and it would be a bit of a downer to steal from the people providing breakfast.

When they get back Sabretooth is awake and growly, but easily placated with food. Gambit snags one biscuit to maybe help with his spinning stomach and then immediately sets about rechecking their route and first heist. He clicks his tongue on the sad lack of info on the museum. His brother would never okay a mission like this. His papa might, but that was partially because he put too much stock in Gambit’s powers helping him overcome anything.

Something nudges his knee and he looks up at Wolverine with a flat stare. The man presses another biscuit in his hand and Gambit would chuck it at his head for perceived condescension, except these were good biscuits and it came from Gambit’s own budget. He breaks it in half and tosses the other portion to Sabretooth and eats the half he kept to appease the staring Wolverine. Sabretooth scarfs it down like a starving man and Gambit eats at a more leasurly pace

He clicks his tongue. Gah. What he wouldn’t give to be alone on this mission. He could-

Well actually he probably could do some of his normal work. He just… needs a pay phone. And they need to get to the town.

Three hours of driving awaits.

Crud.

More fighting is going to break out.

Hmmm.

They all get into the van after Gambit checks them out. Wolverine makes a snide comment about Sabretooth who responds with a snider remark back. Gambit grips the wheel and then loudly interjects.

“Hey! Today we are gonna do an extra mission while I drive. It’ll need both of your keen eyes and all your hunting skills.

Both ferals perk up and get quiet. Gambit continues calmly.

“I need you to find all the letters of the alphabet. In order. Individually. On signs and cars and whatever else you see. Alright?”

“That’s stupid.”

Sabretooth huffs and Gambit hums.

“So I guess Wolverine is going to beat you in hunting. Shame. I thought you were the better hunter, given all the meat you’ve dragged home. I must’ve been over estimatin’ yo-”

“Fine. Shut it shrimp. I’ll play. And beat the runt into the ground.”

“Perfect. First person to call out the letter they see gets it. All same calls are awarded to both cause I’m not going to try to suss out who started speakin’ first. Gambit gotta keep his eyes on the road.”

Having established the rules, Gambit starts driving again. The two ferals get really dedicated to the game and when Sabretooth wins, Gambit tosses him a bit of a Hershey’s bar. They start over and Wolverine wins the second time. They go through three chocolate bars and the competition is fierce. It still bangs at his shields a little but the headache is so much easier to ignore.

When they arrive he slips out of the van and gets them a hotel room. He then steps out while both are distracted with fussing over choosing beds and ends up at a payphone right outside. He flicks in a few quarters and dials up his brother, hoping that Henri is home.

“Bonjour, Lebeau wineries. With wines good to dine. Henri speakin’.”

“Hey Henri. Remy here.”

“Rems!!! Bother! You okay? You eatin’ enough with Commander bucket head? Coming home soon??”

“I’m fine Henri. And I’m eatin’ fine. Goin’ into a bit of a lean season. Got sent out on mission and would love some help.”

“Oui? I can help. Love helpin’. Watchu need?”

“Guild ever hit Lillian Museum of History and Culture?”

He asks and Henri hums.

“Oooh. I gotta check the records. You got a moment to talk petit?”

“Oui oui. I got a minute.”

Gambit leans against the wall with a hum. His brother starts shuffling papers and talking. Asking about this and that. Recommending food in the town Gambit is and promising to make some calls for him for other towns Gambit would be hitting. Henri asks after the other museums and collections that he’s hitting. Gambit delivers all the information that he has gotten and Henri promised to pull records for everything for him.

“Wish you called earlier, coulda made this all easier on you.”

“Aw Henri, you know I love keepin’ you on your toes. You love researchin’ with a tight deadline anyways!”

He sing songs. Gambut then freezes as a deep growl bubbles beside him.

“Who you talkin’ to bub?”

Wolverine snaps and Gambit straightens, back tight and seriousness falling over his face.

“Consultation for the museum. We need any info we can get. I got people. I’m a master thief, you think I can just look at a buildin’ and break in? Non, need info., me. So I call people. What? You wanna talk to him? I don’t tell more than needed.”

He snaps, brain thumping in a phantom headache of the one that had blinded him yesterday. Wolverines eyes soften a bit. Henri snorts in Gambit’s ear.

“Whooo boy. You’re sparkin’ Gambit. Put ‘im on the phone. I wanna talk to the person that pissin’ you all the way off.”

Gambit blinks and laughs.

“I ain’t sparkin’. Id break the phone if I sparkin’. You know that.”

“Yeah yeah. Put him on. Come on. I’ll let him know how lovely you are.”

Gambit rolls his eyes.

“Oui. Here Wolverine. If you don’t trust that I ain’t told him everythin’.”

Wolverine takes the phone.