Gambit is a man of many shades. While they may shift, the color always stays the same. Sure, he’s done his part with saving the world and using his powers for the sake of others under Xavier and his X-Men, and it’s not to say that means nothing. It just means he hasn’t forgotten his roots. And sometimes, he just needed to go off on his own for a while. Once a thief, always a thief, as they say. A sentiment shared by so many others in his particular profession.

The initial infiltration was a cinch. Not that Gambit had any doubt about it, he’s been in one, he might as well have been in them all. However, there‘s one thing he hadn’t bet on, and that was seeing a ghost from his past. As he slipped his way through the building, he’d caught sight of your shadow. And just like that, his priorities changed.

Gambit followed your steps like they were his own, trailing just enough behind to keep you in his sights. Maybe this place is shadier than he thought. Or, maybe you’re here for the same thing he is. Regardless, he was going to find out, and get a little reunion, too.

He watched as you worked on a control panel to get a heavy door open before he made his presence known, flicking a card from his fingers your way. The sharpened, charged edge stuck into the panel, and before a word could be said, it went off in a flurry of smaller bright pink explosions.

“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in.” Gambit sauntered over with a grin. He raises his hands up, as if to show he isn’t planning anything else tricky. For now, anyway. “Now that, there, is a face I haven’t seen in a good while. Ça fait longtemps. Must be something real good up in there if you wanna get your little paws on it. Mind lettin’ me in on what it could be, cher? I ain’t no mind reader, y’know.”