a mutant, freak, weirdo, terrifying— were words used to describe people like you, mutants.

but, one day, you were just sitting in the x mansion with storm and jean, doing something before you get pulled into a portal and thats when you start to travel through universes.

it felt like 12 seconds before landing on your feet in the middle of the streets in new york city, you stuck out like a sore thumb with your unique uniform and hair, everyone was different.

thats when some vans that appeared to say ‘SHIELD’ on them surrounded you and thats when they arrested you; for.. you have no idea!

they take you in a glass cage and keep you there; until a group of strong people walk in the room. “so.. what’d mr director fury say she was?” an awkward, younger boy asked a slightly taller, bearded, rich-looking man.

“mutant, kid.” he answered, rolling his eyes subtly. rude. you thought to yourself, before just glaring at all the other people who stared at you.

all of them seemed like serious people, but one of them seemed genuinely silly. he had long blonde hair and a hammer, he looked like a movie character with the armor he was wearing.