Disclaimer: I do NOT own the X-Men or any part of the X-Men. But, I DO own Crow. If there are any similarities between her and other characters either by Marvel or someone else, I'm really sorry, I totally didn't know.
PS- I'm really sorry that there are no tabs in my story and that it's hard to distinguish paragraphs, I'm going to try and fix it I swear.
"Crow! Crow get up!" a voice barked from behind my bedroom door. There were three loud bangs and the door swung open.
"Scott, what the..." I hollered.
"You're 15 minutes late for training! You can't spend the whole day in bed, now GET UP!" he barked back at me with his hands on his hips.
"Scott, it's only..." I began and looked at my clock. "Oh, its 7:15."
"I want you downstairs in the Danger Room in less than 3 minutes, understand?"
"Yeah yeah." I grumbled and rolled out of my bed to shoo Scott away but he vanished and slammed the door behind him. "Dork," I said and threw on old baggy jeans and a faded orange tee, trying to line the holes up in the back of my shirt with my wings. After more than 3 minutes, I brushed my hair and caught a glimpse of my face.
I looked completely different from when I had first come here. I looked at lot healthier, having been eating every day and taking showers. But what could I have done before hand? I was living on the streets and mugging for a living, I was lucky if I got enough money to eat at McDonald's. The rest of the money, well lets just say I had some expensive habits. But my eyes, my all-black crow eyes, they stayed the same. They still revealed the years of torment I had gone through, and a hint of distrust and cynicalness remained.
I shook my head and flew downstairs to the kitchen where I found Logan reading the paper and drinking coffee. "Hello," I said with a slight smile and poured a glass of orange juice.
"Mornin," he replied and looked up. He forgot to shave, or maybe he just did it to make himself look cool. Either way I didn't mind, he looked good.
"Aren't you gonna be late for training?" I asked and wagged a finger at him.
"Yeah."
"Hey me too!" I laughed and sat next to him at the table. "Is it just me, or can Scott be a prick sometimes?"
"Sometimes?" Logan asked and raised an eyebrow.
I laughed. "Well he's a nice guy and all, but oy vey! 'Be downstairs in less than 3 minutes' he says to me! For cryin out loud it takes me 5 minutes to put a shirt on!"
Logan chuckled a bit and drained his coffee. "Oh boy, here he comes," Logan muttered, and put his feet on the table. As he was doing so, Scott strode in with an official air.
"Crow, I thought I told you less than 3 minutes!" he yelled.
"Sorry man, I needed breakfast." I said simply and took a drink of my OJ.
"And what's your excuse, Logan?" Scott asked and glared at Logan and then at his muddy shoes on the table.
"Didn't feel like goin."
I stifled a laugh as Scott turned red. He started to say something, but turned around and stormed out of the kitchen. "Well, I guess we should go, eh? Before Scott has a hernia."
"Naw," said Logan.
"Why? Well, maybe you don't gotta go but I do, I only been here a while."
"Naw."
I looked at him. "What? You think we should ditch?"
"Yup," said Logan getting up and putting his coffee cup in the sink. "Whadda ya say? We vamoose, or we can go and listen to Scott be a dick for the rest of the day."
"Let's go," I said without hesitation.
"Atta girl!" Logan laughed. I drained my orange juice and followed Logan out the sliding doors in the kitchen and across the lawn to the garage. We went inside, and he hopped on his motorcycle.
"Hey, where we goin?" I asked and caught the helmet he tossed to me.
"Lookin for trouble," he replied and started the engine. I hopped on and wrapped my arms around his stomach.
"I hope you know, I never been on a motorcycle, so go eas-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I squealed as Logan took off out of the garage.
PS- I'm really sorry that there are no tabs in my story and that it's hard to distinguish paragraphs, I'm going to try and fix it I swear.
"Crow! Crow get up!" a voice barked from behind my bedroom door. There were three loud bangs and the door swung open.
"Scott, what the..." I hollered.
"You're 15 minutes late for training! You can't spend the whole day in bed, now GET UP!" he barked back at me with his hands on his hips.
"Scott, it's only..." I began and looked at my clock. "Oh, its 7:15."
"I want you downstairs in the Danger Room in less than 3 minutes, understand?"
"Yeah yeah." I grumbled and rolled out of my bed to shoo Scott away but he vanished and slammed the door behind him. "Dork," I said and threw on old baggy jeans and a faded orange tee, trying to line the holes up in the back of my shirt with my wings. After more than 3 minutes, I brushed my hair and caught a glimpse of my face.
I looked completely different from when I had first come here. I looked at lot healthier, having been eating every day and taking showers. But what could I have done before hand? I was living on the streets and mugging for a living, I was lucky if I got enough money to eat at McDonald's. The rest of the money, well lets just say I had some expensive habits. But my eyes, my all-black crow eyes, they stayed the same. They still revealed the years of torment I had gone through, and a hint of distrust and cynicalness remained.
I shook my head and flew downstairs to the kitchen where I found Logan reading the paper and drinking coffee. "Hello," I said with a slight smile and poured a glass of orange juice.
"Mornin," he replied and looked up. He forgot to shave, or maybe he just did it to make himself look cool. Either way I didn't mind, he looked good.
"Aren't you gonna be late for training?" I asked and wagged a finger at him.
"Yeah."
"Hey me too!" I laughed and sat next to him at the table. "Is it just me, or can Scott be a prick sometimes?"
"Sometimes?" Logan asked and raised an eyebrow.
I laughed. "Well he's a nice guy and all, but oy vey! 'Be downstairs in less than 3 minutes' he says to me! For cryin out loud it takes me 5 minutes to put a shirt on!"
Logan chuckled a bit and drained his coffee. "Oh boy, here he comes," Logan muttered, and put his feet on the table. As he was doing so, Scott strode in with an official air.
"Crow, I thought I told you less than 3 minutes!" he yelled.
"Sorry man, I needed breakfast." I said simply and took a drink of my OJ.
"And what's your excuse, Logan?" Scott asked and glared at Logan and then at his muddy shoes on the table.
"Didn't feel like goin."
I stifled a laugh as Scott turned red. He started to say something, but turned around and stormed out of the kitchen. "Well, I guess we should go, eh? Before Scott has a hernia."
"Naw," said Logan.
"Why? Well, maybe you don't gotta go but I do, I only been here a while."
"Naw."
I looked at him. "What? You think we should ditch?"
"Yup," said Logan getting up and putting his coffee cup in the sink. "Whadda ya say? We vamoose, or we can go and listen to Scott be a dick for the rest of the day."
"Let's go," I said without hesitation.
"Atta girl!" Logan laughed. I drained my orange juice and followed Logan out the sliding doors in the kitchen and across the lawn to the garage. We went inside, and he hopped on his motorcycle.
"Hey, where we goin?" I asked and caught the helmet he tossed to me.
"Lookin for trouble," he replied and started the engine. I hopped on and wrapped my arms around his stomach.
"I hope you know, I never been on a motorcycle, so go eas-eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" I squealed as Logan took off out of the garage.