Who: Rogue, Remy What: Going on vacation. I said what I said. When: last night, after business hours. Obvs.
After hours in the Tower was a quiet place. Only a few people here or there, and Friday keeping a watchful eye on the corridors. Only two SHIELD agents monitored the cells, the rest on call. The offices and lobbies were empty. Down in the parking garage, nighttime security were vigilant. A lone parking attendant, half asleep, minded the keys to all loaner vehicles. The only keys the sleepyhead didn't have were to Tony's cars and a Suzuki Hayabusa parked there by Remy.
Speaking of the devil, Gambit rewired the sensors to other areas of the Tower's filtration system. A trick he learned when he stole a bunch of paintings from the Louvre and sold them to a dealer in Madripoor.
What? It's what thieves do. What thieves also do is steal hearts. And there was one feisty and deadly southern girl that he was looking to be a big damn romantic hero for. It was a dual-purpose plan. To save her from getting locked up in a more secure facility and to keep Sinister's paws off her.
He knew firsthand the sort of person Sinister was. He wouldn't let any more people get hurt. Not after last time in the sewers…
Rogue was worn out. She'd been trying to fight Loki's stupid spell and had gotten nowhere with it. She was the literal definition of insanity because she kept trying.
It took hours and hours of romancing Tony Stark's AI to get even tidbits of information that helped him do this. It took three hours of worming his way from his room and down several floors. He rerouted sensors the entire way, ensuring no alarms triggered in the process. They now were monitoring other low traffic areas.
Finally, he reached the monitoring room outside of the SHIELD holding cells. Before they fell from the grate, a few loose screws caught with magnets. The camera feeds went down, courtesy of a tiny futzing device placed by the A/V conduits. It bought them time.
Quiet as a mouse, he lifted the grate and came down from the duct behind the guards, grinning. Neither had time to react. He clocked them both in the back of the head with a collapsible staff, one after the other. The second agent didn't even have time to turn around. Both went out like a light, and Remy dragged them to a nearby storage closet, locking them inside.
Remy used a gloved fingertip to turn off the video, audio, and scanners inside the cell area. Before the cell cam went black, he smirked at Rogue's image.
A charged card was wedged into the console. Ace of Hearts. Very romantic. Someone was going to have fun trying to remove that for a while.
He strolled into the cellblock like he owned the place. Leaning against the cell, he flicked another charged card at just the right place. A loud bang, a small explosion, and the shielding shorted out.
"Bonjour ma chere," he said as he leaned against the corner, peering in. "Always fancied rescuin' a damsel in distress one day. And here I am, doing it."
Rogue stared at him like she wasn't sure she was seeing reality or if it was a hallucination. She blinked slowly and pushed herself up to her feet, looking around before she moved towards him.
"What are you doing?" She hissed under her breath, "Stark's gonna lose it, and Sinister is gonna be ten times angrier than he was gonna be!" She looked around again, "I swear." She snorted softly.
"I'll yell at you later." She snarled.
"I was hoping you'd yell at me," was Remy's smooth reply. "Sides, if you're gonna burn a few bridges? Better make sure it's de big ones. Makes for a better show."
He winked at her. She might punch him, but it would be worth it. He was wearing an outfit that only a truly accomplished burglar would wear. It was slim-fitting and black, with very worn-in and quiet boots. He walked toward the control room, kicking a chair over and reaching up to grab a bag out of the duct. It was dragged behind in the duct, tied to his belt. Once it was down, he put on his trench coat. Remy gave her a pair of leather gloves and a roomy green hoodie, zipper front. Plenty of pocket room upfront to tuck her hands in out of habit.
"Go ahead now. Put dat on. We're gettin' out and I ain't futzed up de other cameras."
She gave him an exasperated groan before she decked him in the shoulder.
"You're an idiot." She said as she grabbed the gloves and hoodie, putting both on. She pulled it up over her hair. She tried to pull on some of Loki's innate abilities so she wasn't as recognizable but even that had been blocked. Fucker.
"Burnin' the whole bridges and support system down. Both these guys have long reaches. Where the fuck we going?" She asked as she made sure her hair was well hidden.
Rogue was not the most easy of damsels.
"Ooof, you got a swing," Remy said, rolling his shoulder and grinning devilishly. "We're going down south. I got plenty of places to hide."
He walked quickly to the elevator, prying the doors open and looking up the empty shaft with a wide smile. He enjoyed this sort of adventure. It didn't look like the elevator was going to get in their way, and things were clear up top. Below, it would soon be relying on emergency brakes by the time they finished.
"All right. You still got dat flying lady in you? She had blasty fists too. So let's go up and you can blast us out." He turned around and held out his arms. "C'mon now. Let Gambit give you a big ol' hug."
She groaned, "Are you kidding me." She grumbled, then let him put his arms around her. "Hold on but don't touch skin. I don't need that while trying to fly with two of us."
Once he was holding on she stepped into the shaft, channeling Carol. Both hands held above her head as she took off upwards, blasting a hole as they got close to the top. She was a little unsteady as she adjusted to his weight.
"Fucking hate this."
"Really? I think it's great!" Remy said a little too cheerfully over the rushing wind. Pieces of the roof blasted up high and away from them. He was careful when holding on, making no contact, and doing nothing to distract her.
"I left my bike behind. Guess someone can enjoy it." If they could hotwire it. He would have shrugged, but that wouldn't help him cling onto Rogue as they flew away from the Tower. "Fly across de river and there's an airport outside Jersey City. You can rest your pretty fists. I'll take care of things from dere."
She flew over the river towards Jersey City, grumbling as she flew. Rogue touched down outside the airport, pulling her hood tighter as they landed.
"I seriously hate this already. You're insufferable." She huffed at him as she shook her head clear, stuffing Carol back down hard. She breathed slowly, then looked back.
"Uh huh, keep telling yourself dat, and maybe you'll believe it." He jogged ahead to remove the blocks from the wheels of a small plane, opening it up and getting on board, ready to taxi. He ducked his head back out and looked at her. "Get on in. You can tell me how much you hate stuff while I get us out of here."
They were just in time. Stark security drones already scrambled into action, looking for them in various locations. Some flew across the river into Jersey City. In a case of good timing, a couple of other planes were taking off. The least conspicuous they were when taking off between the other flights, the better.
She darted into the plane, growling in annoyance, getting out of sight as fast as possible. She pushed the hood back and stayed out of the line of sight.
"You're gonna get yourself killed, you know this right? And me." She found a place to sit down, grumbling as she rubbed her temples.
He closed the doors and sat behind the pilot's seat, thankful for the tinted windows. It was a borrowed plane, of course. Remy had a few connections here and there, under assumed names. This plane belonged to Chrissy, who was an honest to god uptown New York heiress. Spray tan. Diamonds everywhere. Easy on the eyes and didn't mind loaning him a plane for a week or...whenever.
They took off under Chrissy's call sign and an itinerary to Miami. From there, another plane was ready to go, and a pilot was hired to fly it back. Right now he hoped that the hood Rogue had over her head would make it look like Chrissy was on board. Not a mutant criminal on the run.
As they taxied and got airborne, Stark's drones were scanning the edge of the field down below. On the books, nothing would seem out of sorts. They wouldn't be followed.
"Now, about us gettin' killed," he said, grinning at her once they were safely up in the air and leaving that mess behind. "Hasn't happened yet. And I'm not gonna let it happen to you."
She leaned back in her seat, kicking her legs up, "He'll come for me and they won't stop looking either." She said as she looked up at him. Then she closed her eyes and sighed.
"Gonna end poorly. If you'd let me stay it would have only been me dead not both of us "
"I'm not letting you die. 'Specially not by Sinister. And if anyone goes looking for us, we'll be laying low in a spot no one knows about but me."
He looked over at her, thinking she was probably tired. He wasn't about to chat at her when she probably needed some sleep, outside of a cell she'd been locked up in. Whatever Sinister had her doing, he was determined to get her far away from it.
Oh the things he did for love a pretty face.
"Just you get some rest. I'll wake you up when we're switching planes."