Your Comfort Zone Ends Here (Solo)

In the weeks following her conversation with Amelia, Margo dedicated herself to getting into shape— not that she’d been out of shape, per say, but there was always room for improvement. She’d been running. Now she ran faster, and longer, until she was sweaty and shaky at the end of almost every workout. She did situps and pushups and squats, and taught herself basic self defense and as much martial arts as she could find online.

X-men tryouts were rumored to be tough. As a hopeful X-man who didn’t have a combat oriented mutation, she had to put in the extra work just to make sure she wouldn’t slow the team down.

By the end of three weeks, she was leaner than ever and could run a mile in under five and a half minutes. It wasn’t as fast as the girls on the track team back home, but it was close.

It was almost enough.

Almost, because the Danger Room was the most valuable resource of all when it came to training— a resource that Margo had been avoiding like the dickens. As much as she hated to admit it, it had very much to do with the last time she’d been there. Someone she’d thought had been her friend had left her to fight off a horde of ice spiders and yetis by herself, while he went off to "go save the mafia from the FBI" or something equally ridiculous.

Margo had no urge to repeat that experience, thank you very much. Yet three weeks and four days of stalling later, she finally gave in and faced the room of terrors itself.

This had better be worth it.