A/N: Okay so I finished watching X-Men: The Last Stand on DVD, and it gave me this awesome idea for Iron Man. Trust me I know it sounds confusing but as you read on the confusing but as you read along it won't be, I promise.

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My name is Majlinda (A/N: Pronounced: as in Malinda. But Majlinda is the original way of spelling it. I has an Albanian friend okay) Cela. I'm 13 years old and I'm cursed…or at least that's what the people here tell me. They say I'm cursed because I can do things other people can't. Things like: controlling any object with kinetic, potential, or stored energy and repulse it; i can also read people's minds. I am still wondering how I got the powers I. I was only 5 years old when people in black took me away from my house. I cried and pleaded for them to let me go but they wouldn't listen; they refused to listen. When I woke up from the knock out, the people in black told me I was in some kind of helicopter; the S.H.I.E.L.D helicarrier, to be specific. After what they said, after what they told, and after what they said my life was never the same…they said I was a mutant, a very dangerous mutant

I sit here in my bed, in a white room, all by myself on this huge helicopter. I hold my rosary in my hand and pray just like any other night; hoping that a miracle would fall out of the sky. The only good thing here is that I'm not the only one of my kind. There's a boy here too who is a mutant, they say he is cursed like I am. His name is Jimmy and he can split his cells to phase through objects or form them together to make himself an unbreakable shield. These S.H.I.E.L.D agents have been examining different types of chemicals to prevent me and Jimmy from using our powers and trying to reproduce it, which they accomplished. They reproduced it so that it's stronger and last long; it's in the vent, where heat and cool air comes out, preventing me from using my powers. I don't know what he looks like, I've only heard of him.

The people here weren't so bad if you come to think of it. They were guarding me more rather than holding me down. These people fed me, took care of me, but they always kept their distance from me in some way. But they did provide me with what I needed- and when I mean needed I mean Food, Clothing, and Shelter.

I looked out the window and saw nothing but white clouds and blue skies. I've never been outside of these walls since I was 5. I don't remember what fresh air smells or feels like. I don't remember what the sun feels like. But I mainly don't remember what it's like to have friends or family. After I'm done praying I lie back down in my bed and think everything out. Trying to glue back pieces that were or are never there. I try to pretend what my life could've been if I didn't come from a generation of mutants.

My name is Majlinda, I'm 13 years old, and I am a mutant.

A/N: So what did you guys think of this? Was it good? Was it well thought and written out? What could I have improved? Please let me know by reviewing this story okay?

Also I know this is more in the X-Men direction in the Marvel world; but if you continue to the read the story you come to realize how used the two and merged in a way without making it a complete cross over. Trust me this is NOT a cross over. Anyhow thanks for reading. Ciao everyone