Bang, bang, bam.
"What—what are you doing?!"
Bucky watched Gambit, Remy LeBeau, take off his chestnut-colored trench coat and dismantle, piece by piece, the teal-blue armor Apocalypse had forged for him. Every so often, he glanced up at Bucky with an awkward, ingratiating smile.
There were no clothes beneath Gambit's full-body armor. Once he had stripped down to only the skirt armor around his waist and hips, the nearly six-foot-three, broad and powerfully built man bashfully put on the trench coat, wrapped himself up, and said sheepishly to Bucky:
"Um, well, aren't I still your prisoner? When are we going back, Warden? This doesn't count as escaping prison! I-I was kidnapped by the organization that invaded our 'Wolf Tower'!"
"Heh."
Bucky looked at Gambit with an unreadable smile. Seeing him casually toss his Vibranium staff to the floor without even looking at it, then shove both hands into his pockets and sidle over resentfully, his dark red eyes occasionally darted toward the central hall of the ruined pyramid, cautiously watching that massive stone throne.
"Isn't that wrong, Sir Death Knight? Our fight isn't over yet. Let me tell you, don't be fooled by how imposing you looked earlier. Who ends up standing and who ends up on the ground is still anybody's guess."
"Oh, come on, don't say that! Isn't this the old routine? Heh, I was just helping you warm up. I know you hadn't even put any strength into those iron fists yet!"
When Remy LeBeau saw that the warden ignored him and turned to leave, panic rose in his heart.
Barefoot beneath his trench coat, he hurried after him, pleading with Bucky the whole way.
". . . Look, I was originally sentenced to seven years, right? So when we get back, do I just serve the