Sneakers
by Starsinger
After so long in the bullet and intangible, Kitty is finally able to do something normal, after she went shopping. Leads up to the end of Uncanny X-Men #538. Oh, I wish I owned them, but I don't.
Everything she was now doing seemed ordinary. First, Emma and the girls took her into San Francisco for a little shopping. Since her costume was her only clothing, this was a really good idea. When she got back, Peter was still in the infirmary. His fight with Kruun had left him pretty slashed up. Hank had come out muttering something about lots and lots of band-aids.
Kitty got back to the room she shared with Peter and started folding and hanging the new clothes and accessories. The bathroom accessories she unpacked last and carried them into the bathroom where she stripped off the dirty, bloodied, and now hated uniform. The shower quickly warmed up and filled the bathroom with steam as she stepped into the flowing water. She stood there letting the liquid cascade down her body. She sighed and closed her eyes, wriggling her toes in the water around her feet.
Kitty then cleaned her hair with vanilla smelling shampoo and the body wash smelled similarly good. She still stayed under the warm water until started to turn cold. She really didn't care that she was using up the hot water. Most people wouldn't be taking a shower that time of day anyway. She stepped out of the shower and dried off. She ran the towel through her hair and applied the blow drier. She sat on the bed and pulled on her clothes. Even the bangles she slid over her hands had nothing on the shoes. They were what many termed sneakers. They were a dark blue and she wiggled her toes quite happily in them before lacing them up.
Then she faced the costume. Kitty wasn't quite sure what she should do with it. It was battered, cut, and torn. She was frankly amazed that it had survived everything she had put it through. She just knew that she wasn't putting it back on. A sudden thought struck her as she scooped it up, jumpsuit, gloves and boots and headed downstairs to Scott's office. She promptly dropped it on his deck. For Scott's part, he didn't look particularly surprised.
"So…what should I do with this?" he asked mildly.
"Burn it," came the swift reply of the retreating figure. Looking at all the blood on it, Scott decided to take it down to the incinerator.
Several residents watched as she exited the building and started to dance. They watched as she walked to a ledge over looking the ocean and just plopped down. She lay down and looked up at the sky. She felt the grass under her and picked up her feet, admiring her new footwear. As strange as the day had started, at least she had new sneakers.