Prolouge
Muttering I make my way to the train. That damn idiot. At least school's out for a month or two. Thank the gods for that anyway.
Taking a seat on my train I go through my checklist of things to do today. My family's out of town for the holidays, so there's lunch. Dishes, laundry, chatting with my friends, watch a movie. Maybe age of ultron, if only so I can see Quicksilver and Scarlet witch in action. Speaking of which I should probably see if my pop figures of Pietro and Wanda Maximoff have arrived yet. They're pretty cute figures. Smiling slightly to myself I notice my stop is about to arrive. Dragging myself back into reality I craft my face into a mask of doll like indifference. Well Miranda you're getting to Katniss levels of hiding emotions, I think to myself. I never liked people all that much anyway. I'm not quite sure why, but there's just something about most people that just rubs me the wrong way. Then again this is the same person who shapeshifts without much worry. When I'm bored I'll just change my hair of whatever, so not much of a shock when I say normal people and I don't mix, like at all.
My house isn't that far from the station anyway, so it never takes to long to walk home. Locking the door behind me, I begin to make a lunch of toasted cheese sandwiches. As they grill in the oven I do the dishes to keep myself occupied.
Finishing the dishes quickly I check the postbox and grin at the sight of the parcel that contains my figures. Locking the door again, I make my way to the kitchen and unwrap the package. Sure enough it's my figurines.
Smiling uncontrollably I set them up on my desk in my second floor bedroom, my heart swimming in happiness. Oh yeah lunch. Going downstairs I notice I made enough for three people. It looks like I'll be having a gluttony day then. Still smiling I pile the sandwiches onto a large plate I washed earlier.
Setting the sandwiches down on the coffe table in front of the sofa, I start to go back to the kitcken to get a glass of juice, when a crash erupts from my bedroom. Oh god I hope nothing broke... wait nothing should fall unless someone makes it fall. Grabbing a frying pan from the kitchen (my swords and guns are in a different room upstairs) I hope to the gods that I'm just overreacting and the intruder is just me overthinking things. The most valuable things in there are games, consoles, manga, figures, and some comics. So unless the intruder is a huge yu yu hakusho fan, or someone who can't afford a switch, I haven't a clue what they want. Carefuly I open the door and peek through. Wait, what the hell-
A/N: I hope everyone likes the story so far. I based it a little off the 'just a doll' fanfictions. Try searching them up, I think they're pretty good. Useful and constructive criticism welcome, and by the way I do not own marvel. This is set a bit before age of ultron, and I'm just going to pretend most of Civil war didn't happen.