How committed are you to your legs || Cyclops & Shadowcat
It had been two weeks since she had first signed onto having an old army officer in a skinny teenagers body to be her trainer. Knowing now that perhaps she should have thought before going to the man whose idea of warm ups were a hundred laps around two large fields on the mansions campus and 11 miles a walk in a park...maybe a national park, with bears and crazed psychopaths like in every Australian horror movie. But despite her whines, almost as constant as her ragged breath, her tears blending in with her constantly covered sweaty body and her dramatic falling onto the floor that occurred in five minutes intervals, followed by letting me die. That being said however, despite her not being sure whether the theatrics were for her to cope or whether it was to annoy the man with the spatula, there was the commitment that she kept coming back and results were becoming surprising.
She had things she never thought she would have, muscle tone, slight abs, babing booty, number something on alex’s list of reasons he loves her. Yes she was making connections, no she didn’t regret it because even thinking about it put a goofy smile on her face, and phrasing like that would kill him if he knew. So she tired her hair up, donned the curve hugging yellow and black suit, she swore even though Xavier said this wasn’t his goal he enjoyed designing them. Her hair in the usual high ponytail she phased out of her door, Lockheed following her heels down to what they liked to call, with dramatic music. “The danger room.” she was ready to try it again, the first time she did she had froze and never wanted this situation again, it was practically unbeatable, trying to make you recognize failure as a very real option, Xavier must have loved star trek.
She hummed, waiting by the door for him, trying to be early to enhance brownie points and limit the waving of the spatula. This was independent study and he was her teacher, something always shifted in his eyes but even after the whining she’d be sure to ask for hugs, to stop any kind of angst or work coming between what was important, being co-captain. She cooed over lockheed as he ran through her legs, pushing against it and purring loudly before finding his tail more interesting.
“Why hey there Psycho Cyclops...how you doing, turning up so late.”
