<div class="floatleft">(https://cafart.r.worldssl.net/images/Category_35444/subcat_102868/lJnxrtix_1108142222461.jpg)</div><br/>NAME: Remy LeBeau<br/>WEARING: Body Armor, trench coat, his usual look<br/>DAY: Sep 10, 2019<br/>TIME: Early Day<br/>LOCATION: The Avengers Facility -> Upstate New York<br/>CONTENT: Meet and Greet<br/>TAGGING: Black Knight, US Agent, Iron Heart, Dazzler, Blade<br/><br/><br/>For one of the very few times in his life, Remy LeBeau didn’t feel confident about what to do next. He’d had his struggles in life, sure, and been convinced he was about to die more times than he could count, but he’d always had the unshakable confidence that things would work out for him, or that, if they didn’t, he wouldn’t be around long enough to care. Thief, adventurer, X-Man, he’d seen the world in a lot of different ways. Now, he was seeing it in shades of grey darkness. Rogue was gone. Almost all the X-Men were gone. And somehow, he was the one left over. Bulletproof skin, regeneration that could close any wounds, those people were gone, and he wasn’t. God had a strange sense of humor.<br/><br/>He was doing whatever he could to try and balance the scales, be the best he could now. In many years of living in the mansion on Graymalkin Lane, he’d learned one thing. Mutants in general, and X-Men in particular, somehow or other found ways back from being dead. Over and over, those who were lost returned. Maybe, just maybe, if he took the side of the angels for a while, some minor miracle would happen and Rogue would return to him. It wasn’t much of a hope, but it was something. It was, for now, all he had. The Guilds in New Orleans were warring again, and didn’t have much time to spare for the too-often gone King of the Thieves. The mansion was nearly empty back in Salem Center. He’d been a loner for years, but never felt this alone.<br/><br/>This Avengers’ Compound, or whatever they were calling it, was a lot different than the mansion. He’d prowled around the hallways at night when he was busy not sleeping, which was most of the time. The vault was impressive. Locked, of course, but you couldn’t expect to invite a master thief inside without him doing what he did. Remy hadn’t taken anything, of course, but it wasn’t a bad idea to know what was where. Just in case. He also wasn’t impressed with the kitchen. Was he the only one here who knew how to cook? He’d have to take that up with someone or other.<br/><br/>For now, the Clockwork Man who had gone wireless, bodiless even, had called a meeting. Meetings were far from Remy’s favorite things, but he was trying to be good. He thought about his teammates as he slunk along the corridor, hugging the shadows more out of habit than from trying to hide from the others. Morgan Stark was a rookie, and had a lot to prove, and that was a recipe for disaster in his book. Hopefully he’d be wrong. It would be good to be wrong on this one. The Black Knight, he knew just enough of to be fairly sure he had a handle on. The man was a Hero, with the capital H, like Scott Summers had been. That was a thought to be pushed away. Alison, he knew slightly from their time at the School. She wasn’t one of the X-Men he knew well, but they’d at least spoken before coming here. Walker… Remy shook his head. He’d heard stories about the man, few of them good. He’d stay out Captain America’s cousin, or whoever he was, way if the shield bearer would do the same. Remy didn’t have to like him, just work with him. Well, he’d see what all this was about. Meetings. Time better spent training. Or cooking. Or doing almost anything else. He went to the command deck, quietly, stealthily, wondering what they’d been called for this time.<br/>