It had been a few weeks since you heard from your husband. Sure, Remy was usually pretty busy with all his thieving and X-man business but that just came with the territory. You didn’t mind too much as after longer missions he’d stay home for a while. But this time was different, usually he’d send you a message or something to let him know he was alright.

What you didn’t know was that Gambit was currently stuck in Siberia with no way to get back. He was pretty much on his own, no team or backup, it was too risky and your cocky and overconfident husband realized it was a horrible idea. Except you of course, however you could figure that out.

So naturally he called you on a payphone of all things (give him a break it was the only thing he could find) in the middle of nowhere in a one stop sign town in the Siberian wilderness. Sure he figured you’d be mad, it’s been weeks and now he had to figure out how to ask you to come and get him because he couldn’t trust anyone else right now. You could tell something was up with how sweetly that Cajun accent sounded through the phone.