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Held Down	By : twilight84 Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 1380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Hello? Anyone there? Come on guys, I would really like some reviews. I know you all are reading...do you like it? Does it need improvement? Should I continue? *drops to knees* I'm beggin you! Review and make my life a bit more pleasant! Now that I'm done making a fool of myself, Enjoy the story!
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Miranda rolled her eyes at the brooding man in front of her. She didn�t know whyan aan acted like someone had stuck a stick up his ass, but she didn�t care. He was getting on her bad side quickly. She picked up her pace and decided she would walk next to him instead of behind him.

She found it funny that she happened to be about an inch taller than him. He sho short. But she knew better than to tell him that. He would most likely cut her down to size. With that in mind, her eyes drifted to his hands. She couldn�t tell from the surface that the claws were there, but she certainly still remembered. She looked up to see that he was shooting her an irritated look from the corner of his eyes.

Miranda flexed her claws and held her hand up to Wolverine. He stopped in his tracks and Miranda turned to face him, �Why are yours different?�

The sounds of metal could be heard as Logan unsheathed his long hard claws and replied, �Cause mine ain�t natural. I didn�t have a choice with this.� He retracted them and continued to walk. �Neither did I.� Miranda thought solemnly. Miranda started to walk again and caught back up to him. She ignored his low growl and kept her stride similar to his.

After a few more moments of walking through a seemingly quiet house, they reached an empty hallway. Logan came to a door and thrust it open. He walked in and turned to her. �This is your room, my room is right nexor aor and Ro�s room is opposite mine.�

�Ro?� Miranda asked with an arched brow.

Logan turned from her, �You�ll meet her later. The shower is through that door on your right. Take one. Cause frankly, you smell like you�ve been rolling in horse shit,� he glanced back at her as he closed the door, �Welcome to the Institute.� He slammed the door behind him.

Miranda felt the blood boiling in her head, �Bite me, wolf-boy.� She did feel like she needed a shower though. She shrugged her shoulders and strolled into her bathroom compartment. Once inside, she saw that there was another door leading off to another room. Looks like she shared a bathroom with Logan. She rolled her eyes and went to the opposite door and locked it. She also locked hers and started her water.

The hot water felt good on skinskin. She felt all the grime wash off of her body. She was reminded of how nice it was to shower. She hadn�t had this luxury in over three weeks. She lathered her hair in some shampoo that she found in the bathroom. She figured it was Wolverine�s. Oh well, he would just have to get used to her using it until she could get her own.

She washed her skin until it was a rosy color. She knew that her skin would hurt slightly, but at least she finally felt clean. When she was done, she stepped out and found an extra fluffy white towel. She wrapped it around her body, securing it to her tightly and stepped into her room.

She smiled softly when she saw a pair of clean sweats, a clean bra, a clean pair of underwear and a navy t-shirt showcasing a red �X� on the sleeves. The sweats also had the same emblem. She shrugged and thought, �They don�t mess around here do they? Got all the basics cov�. �. She slipped into the clean clothes and felt like she was new again.

She padded over to the dresser drawer and pulled it open. She found a pair of white socks there and slipped them on. She furrowed her brows though when she realized that she no longer had her sneakers. She had lost them the night before when she was running from those dickweeds.

For a brief moment, she wondered what had happened to them. She shook her head as she shuffled over to her door and decided to go find someone that might have some sneakers she could use. Someone here had to be a size eight.

She opened her door to meet a pair of clear blue eyes. A dark skinned woman stood before her with blue eyes and white hair tied up against her head. She was exotic looking and reminded Miranda of someone�s sister. She couldn�t exactly put her finger on it, but this woman made her feel like family� even though she didn�t even know her name.

�Hello there,� the woman began, a warm smile playing across her face, �You must be Miranda. I�m Ororo Munroe. You can call me Storm or Miss. Munroe. Some people call me Auntie O�.� Her smile seemed to get bigger as she looked down at Miranda.

�Good to know,� Miranda replied, not sure exactly if she liked the overly smiley woman. She studied her quickly and decided that she was better than Mr. Logan.

Storm continued, �How do you like your room?�

Miranda nodded, �Better than the hellholes I've been in.." She trailed off briefly and quickly countered her slip-up, �Hey, do you know where I could find some sneakers? I was wanting to do some exercise and I don�t have mine anymore.�

Storm arched her brows, �Are you sure you can handle it? I mean, you did have a pretty rough night.�

Miranda nodded her head, �Yeah, but thanks to my ole healin� powers, I�m feeling much better. I just like to exercise, it clears my head.�

Storm nodded, �I know what you mean. Well, since I�ve heard that you haven�t decided whether or not you want to stay, I guess the Danger Room is off, but we do have a nice facility where you can lift weights, do things of that sort. Would that be okay?�

Miranda furrowed her brows, �What�s the Danger Room?�

�You�ll find out sooner or later. I can�t say much because Charles wants to run you through everything. He�ll tell you later today I�m sure. Would you like me to go find some sneakers for you?�

Miranda accepted her side-step and replied, �Yeah, that would be nice. Can�t exactly work out in these fuckin' boots.� She fidgeted slightly and smiled awkwardly. Miranda wasn�t used to conversing with people on a normal basis�at least not in a friendly manner.

Storm turned to go, �What size do you need?�

�Eight.�

Storm smiled, �I think you�re in luck. Jean wears that size I believe.� With that, she disappeared down the hall and off to another corridor.

Miranda walked back into her room, leaving her door adjacent. She shuffled over to the window and looked out below. She saw that there were a couple of kids, looked to be around her age (or younger) playing volleyball. She looked over to the clock, it was almost noon. She watched them a bit longer and decided that they looked pretty normal to her. It might be nice to be able to live around people that accepted her. Life could be different�

�Here you go,� Storm reappeared into her room. She joined her at the window and said, �They have been told to give you space until you are ready to meet them. They won�t bother you while you work out. Are you ready to go?�

Miranda slipped on the sneakers and replied, �Ready as I�ll ever be.�

With that, the two of them walked out of her room and down the corridor. Miranda did her best to remember how to get back there when she was done. She took in all the rich tapestries as she passed them and listened keenly to the music wafting through the entire house. It seemed like there were many different musical tastes in this household.

Finally, Storm pushed open the door to what seemed to be an open gym. The place looked like every other one that Miranda had sneaked into. There were step-climbers and treadmills. There was weights and pull up bars. It would suit Miranda just fine for now. She looked over to Storm and smiled, �Thanks for showing me here.�

Storm bowed her head slightly, �Not a problem my child, if you need anything, you can reach us over this intercom system here on the wall. See you around.� She exited the area quickly and Miranda was grateful that she understood that she needed some time to herself.

Without any interruptions, Miranda began her work out. She started out with some cardiovascular stuff. She decided that she would run her three miles on the treadmill that day. She usually ran outside, but decided against it today. She wanted more time to herself, if she ran outside, she would most likely run into some of the kids. The run was slightly labored because her ribs still ached a bit. But Miranda felt good afterwards.

She then decided to do a half hour of step climbing. She could feel the burn in her calves as she finished that. She didn�t notice that the gym door had been quietly opened and she was being watched as she worked out.

After finishing her stretches, she pulled out two low rise benches and stabilized her feet on them for push-ups. After her first ten, the watching figure crept up to her and finally made their presence known.

�Kid, you�re doing it wrong.�

Miranda froze slightly before craning her head up to see Mr. Logtaritaring down at her. He had changed a p a pair of sweats and wife-beater. He was wearing sneakers as well. She was slightly irritated with him, �Excuse me?� She was utterly annoyed.

�You gotta keep your feet shoulder length apart. If you don�t, you aren�t doing yourself any good.� He went to her feet and roughly moved them to where they were even with her shoulders. Miranda�s eyes went wide as he did this. She didn�t know him _that_ well.

Miranda turned her head back towards the ground and muttered, �When I want your fuckin' opinion, I�ll give it to you.� She didn�t think that he could hear it.

Wolverine growled loudly and a pair of claws flashed in front of Miranda�s face. Srozeroze in mid-pushup and her eyes never left the shining metal. �You should watch that mouth of yours. Don�t want to write a check that your ass can�t cash. If you don�t do somethrighright, then don�t do it at all.� The claws withdrew from her sight and his gruff voice replied, �Finish them.�

Miranda gritted her teeth as she did her push-ups. She hated to admit that she felt a different burn this time. And that the work was a lot harder. That didn�t mean that she didn�t finish her usual 175. She got to her feet and looked Logan in the face. She raised her arms expectantly and asked, �Was that to your liking, Mr. Logan? I could do them again�� She hoped he didn�t say that she needed to do them again, she didn�t think that her arms would be too happy with her.

Wolverine crossed his arms over his chest and answered, �What else you gonna do?�

Miranda walked over to the pull-up bar and grabbed hold, �Some pull-ups, sit-ups, and leg lifts. That all right with you?�

Mr. Logan walked over to her at the bar, �I�m gonna stick around and make sure you do it right. Go on now, show me.�

�Ths ris ri-God Damn-diculous,� She spit out as she began to pull herself up. Her leg flayed to the side and she hated the fact that she was being studied for problems. She hated being picked apart and she couldn�t remember the last time she had let someone just tell her what she was doing was wrong. She decided her best to ignore this new nuisance. He may have been big enough to rip her in half, but he was still annoying nonetheless.

She managed to ignore him quite well for a while. That is, until he decided to--mid lift, no less-- cross her flaying feet over one another. �That�ll keep you from causing damage to anyone around you. Especially me.�

Miranda chose to ignore him and continued her mental count of how many she had left to do. She once again hated to admit that having her feet like that was making it a lot less difficult to finish her work out. Mr. Logan obviously knew what he was doing�not like she would ever tell him that.

The rest of her workout went much like that. After she was done with her pull-ups, she started on her sit-ups. As she was doing her sit-ups, Logan stood at her feet, holding them down with his feet. He counted loudly so she would know what number she was on. Miranda didn�t see the prevalence in this because she knew very well what number she was on.

At the end of her two-hundred sit-ups, she got to her feet and ran a hand through her hair. It was still damp, so she didn�t really worry about getting it sweaty again. She started to do her stretches again as Logan headed for the door.

�Oh and next time you use my stuff, ask first.� He said as he stopped at the door.

Miranda laughed incredulously at him, �If I stay here, you and I are gonna go rounds.�

Wolverine arched his brows at her, �Yeah, and I�ll win every time. You can count on that� He turned to go, �When you�re done, the prof wants to see you in his office.� Hemmedmmed the door on his way out.

Miranda shook her head as she finisup, up, "We'll see about that." On upon leaving the gym, she realized one important thing. She didn�t know where the Professor�s office was. She sighed as she clicked on the intercom and asked, �Hey out there, how do I get to the prof�s office?�

A voice that she hadn�t heard before got onto the com, �I�ll show you! I�ll be there in a flash!�

�No you won�t Kurt.� Professor Xavier�s voice sounded on the com system. He continued, �Miss Miranda, I will tell you the way.� He gave her directions and Miranda left the gym. After a few wrong turns, she ended up where she thought she was supposed to be.

She knocked on the door and poked her head through. Inside stood Hank, Storm, Mr. Logan and the professor. �Come in Miranda.� Charles offered. Miranda walked in and stood fiddling with her hands in front of her.

�We have all decided that it would be good for you to buy yourself some new clothes.� Charles began.

�Yes, considering that the ones you own are�.well worn.� Hank interjected politely.

Charles proffered a clip of cash towards Miranda. �Here is 400 dollars for you to buy yourself a new wardrobe and some other odds and ends that you might need.�

Miranda stared wide-eyed at the adults before her, �Is this for real? I mean, what if I don�t stay?�

�You would still need new clothes and I would prefer you not steal them. The money is a gift from all of us. Spend it how you see fit.�

Miranda blinked at them all and finally stammered, �Th-thanks, I guess.�

Xavier nodded, �A cab is waiting for you out front. We will see you this afternoon. I was wondering if then would be alright to introduce you to the students here.� Miranda nodded as she felt the wad of cash in her hands. She had never had so much money in her life.

�Good. We will see you later then.�

With that, Miranda took one last look at them and turned to leave. She smiled widely, she hadn�t been able to do this in a long time. But shopping was something that one never got rusty at. She couldn�t wait.
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