Marvel Imagines, Preferences, One Shots, etc.

Katerina Summers

Katerina's POV

The wall of alcoholic stench and smoke hit you like a tonne of bricks as you entered the bar. I tried not to let it get to me as it was clear Logan and John had no self-control and weren't going to get the information from this guy if they just went in all guns blazing.

"So Logan what is your plan, I'm sure you're not planning to just go over to him and say 'Hello Mr LeBeau, my brother's a psychopath, so it'd be nice if you could give me directions to what some call 'the island'. You know the place you were taken to against your will and probably tortured?' I'm sure that won't work," I frowned.

"Well Kat, why else do you think you are dressed in such attire? You will certainly gain his attention and he won't try to kill you, but surely he'll try to kill us. You just have to keep him calm and more interested in what you can offer him and not on what he can offer us," Logan shrugged with a smirk on his face.

"You do mean I have to pretend I am interesting in sleeping with him and won't have to. As I am not going to have sex with this guy. I don't care if that would get us to Creed if I did, I am not doing that, I am not a cheap whore you can use for these things, I will kick your arse with a strong magnet," I growled.

John let out a chuckle as my eyebrows creased and I had a frown formed on my lips.

We walked through the bar, "There's our dude," John stated gesturing to a young attractive man sat down at a poker table.

The three of us looked forward at the man as he did a card trick which simply added to my attraction to him that quickly changed my opinion on my earlier remark.

"That's cool," John smiled.

"Actually on second thought, there's a hotel down the road if I have to I'll take him there. If you need me to be a cheap whore, I'll be a cheap whore," I smirked biting onto my lower lip. 

John chuckled whilst Logan rolled his eyes, "But I'm going to cover the back if he runs or so," John spoke.

"I'm not going to fight with him," Logan stated trying to seem innocent.

"Yeah right," John and I spoke at the same time.

"What? I am in fights with everyone?" Logan responded.

"Don't dogs kill cats?" John stated.

"Just go cover the back will ya?" Logan sighed.

Logan and I walked closer to the table whilst John walked off to cover the back of the bar.

"Are you Remy LeBeau?" Logan asked.

The man stopped moving the cards with his hat tipped so his face was hidden behind it. 

"Do I owe you money?" The man asked with a clear think southern accent.

If I had to try and force a connection between us to stop him killing Logan I guessed my British accent would probably show our differences too clearly so it'd be better if I faked the same accent as he had, as I knew my stuff about New Orleans so I could bluff my way through saying I was from here.

"No," Logan stated.

The man tips his hat up a bit so we can make eye contact, as a smile curves onto his lips.

"Then Remy LeBeau I am," He smiled.

Logan took a seat at the table whilst I stood behind him resting my elbow on the back of the chair.

"Bring the beautiful lady a chair, unless she'd like to seat with one of us?" Remy smirked.

"I'm sure your lap with suffice," I smirked in return walking around the table to his side.