Gambit through a Love-Asterisk

A Story by Abishai100

Institute pupil Gambit seeks applied psychic/acrobatic powers for Earthling requirements of a new millennium antiterrorism class, in this Marvel fanfiction.

X-Men (Marvel Comics) fanfiction.

DISCLAIMER: This work of comics fanfiction offers no ties to Marvel or its associations/storyboards/avatars and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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GAMBIT: Me thinks the Institute makes for heavy works, sir.

PROFESSOR-X: Gambit, you've become a prime pupil/recruit now.

GAMBIT: Me worries for your rival (Magneto) and his bad-eye.

PROFESSOR-X: Magneto was once a friend...he's found evil pals, Gambit.

GAMBIT: Me thinks a link for sports and bazaars is nation-club peace!

PROFESSOR-X: That's the thinking for Earthlings...nets-jersey for sanity.

GAMBIT: Facebook-like (ok).

The 'uncanny' mutant patriot recruit Gambit, pupil at the Institute for gifted Mutants, a respected place its founder/teacher (Professor X) considered the right-stuff fertilization-ground for fencing of world-rhetoric for nets-constructions of peace and media-life securities for 'confidence' art (hmmm). However, Professor X worried his old 'pal' (Magneto), calculator of magnet-fields, now had orientation of evil-legion motions for simplified terrorist-bridge to overall future-view fascist schematics for a mutant-powers reign over (all) Earthlings...Selfie-like.

MAGNETO: Well, you're my special protege, Toad...with eyes for Hell (ha).

TOAD: I believe the Professor has found a sports clubs hero-man in Gambit.

MAGNETO: That New Orleans Cajun-idealist (Gambit) may secure fields.

TOAD: Maybe I scramble some Earthling (American?) video-game bazaar.

MAGNETO: Street noise for commerce-life vertigo pre-move for terrorism?

TOAD: What do you think?

MAGNETO: Sounds-dialysis for leviathan/uncertainty...a 9/11 alarm-clock, ha.

TOAD: I shall begin to put-together these Blue Planet images of game-stops.

MAGNETO: We'll see if Gambit's got the jars for simplified jive (hmmm).

Gambit found a key messenger in the American Homeland at a special church where a nun hoped to secure a cheer for TV-gathering for Summer Olympics interest for antiterrorism prayers and required Gambit's 'uncanny' acumen for labeling cinema-jade (e.g., Munich). Was this a potential energy for all things jetfire for Blue-Planet Earthlings (Selfie-like)?