Gambit/Medusa: X-Men Jagged

A Story by Abishai100

Differing 'disciples' of Magneto/Professor-X make-way for Earth domain contest windows of capitalism/chemistry arms of mutant power.

X-Men (Marvel Comics) fanfiction featuring Gambit and Medusa. Happy Holidays,

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Gambit had become a special Earth wandering self-do mutant-powers enhanced fellow of veiled vigilantism working under the tutelage of the scholarship/recruitment master of the Institute for the gifted/challenged (Professor-X) and wanted simply to know if his adversaries/rivals, mutans with powers used for nihilism/power/politics (marshaled by their own captain of industriousness, the wily Magneto, who'd been less of a teacher-man than the Professor!) would draw him to some convenience capitalism base-station of the American Homeland for simplified languages of Selfie-culture vigilance (for the Ego!).

Well, on one random Saturday's PM, when Gambit was trekking around a Homeland-Jersey area of incomplete-distances readings of the leviathan/uncertainty of everyday overground consumerism convenience in the 21st-Century Earth world of terrorism paranoia and piracy imagery, he encountered the newest mutant adversary recruit of Magneto, the wild-haired and sharply pedestrian-veiled telepath Medusa (wow). Suddenly, Gambit felt the sharp tinge that Medusa's overall presence somehow signaled some Earthling superstition of the dark magic of capitalism's arms. Medusa appeared at the convenience-station where Gambit found himself that Saturday in sharp-suited saleswoman pitch seeking to buy-out the place for a Magneto-services social media image (hmmm).

GAMBIT: You look like you've the look of someone I should know, celebrity!
MEDUSA: I'm a businesswoman, working under the auspice of my mentor, IQ.

GAMBIT: Is that Charles, hairy lady (eh)?

MEDUSA: How'd you whimsically intuit such a truth at this gas-store, idiot?

GAMBIT: I'm a gonna undermine your sales-pitch to buy-out for Magneto.

MEDUSA: Whos' Magneto?

GAMBIT: Ha, you've got the suited visage of a true mutant of masked evils.

MEDUSA: Maybe my real name is Medusa, idiot (ha).

GAMBIT: Capitalism's for the birds and petrol-politics charm, for heroes.

MEDUSA: Maybe you're right...if you've the photo-eye to make it so, idiot.

GAMBIT: Maybe (Facebook-like).

Well, the stage was set for a rather intrigue-language for Magneto and Professor-X, given their trekking eyes skill and workmanship of their pupils/prodigies of mutant skill and telekinesis visage (e.g., Gambit, Medusa). As Gambit and Medusa negotiated that Saturday why Earthling petrol-politics had become a mark of all things leviathan/uncertainty, their mentors would offer some lines of funds sportsmanship (for new era pirates-choices!).