Curtis flexed her fingers as she hid behind the metal box of protection in the Danger Room. She didn’t want to waste time focusing on her breathing but it was getting out of hand. Breaths, short and shallow and erratic were passing from her lips out of anticipation. She had to do this, and she had to do it without her powers.
She bent her knees lightly, squatting a bit as she tested her feet in her new boots. They didn’t really look like boots, more like big orange and black metal cones that she’d squeezed her legs into. But she had insisted on getting them. Heavy metal boots that made running and acrobatics not only difficult but dangerous, but also made for wonderful weapons. And she needed some kind of weapons for situations like these.
Rogue hadn’t wanted to do it anymore than Curtis had wanted it to happen. But Mr. Logan had insisted. Separated by a clear wall Rogue was fighting off her own robot attackers haphazardly using Curtis’s powers. Curtis wi
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