I'm sorry for all the new stories, I just have a lot of ideas I need out of my head so I can fill it with more. This starts from before Wolverine but after First class. (Note: I believe the order to the movies is First Class, Wolverine, then the trilogy) Might be a long story, IDK.
This is the prolog. Sorry it's short.
"Are you Iris-Maria?" The girl looked up. She had blacker than black hair and a slightly tanned skin tone. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. "What's it to you?"
"Striker, I'm with the government, and I have a proposal." She scoffed, "And why would I want anything from you? Now if you don't mind moving, I have things to do." She paid and started to walk out. "Don't you want to serve your country?" She stopped and turned her head slightly. "How would I be 'serving my country'?" Striker had raised her curiosity.
Striker smiled, then followed me outside from the bar. "I'm putting together a special team, with special privileges." Iris turned to him, "You mean mutants, You can say the word, I don't care what I'm called, who calls me what, or why they call me that. I'm sure everyone in this town knows what I am in this place." She sat on her motorcycle. It wasn't like the one the motorcycle gangs had, it was more of a girl motorcycle. "Well, if you change your mind, call this number and ask for Striker." He handed her a card with a phone number on it.
He walked away. Iris looked at the paper, "Yeah, maybe." She put the paper in her pocket, put her black helmet on, and rode back to her apartment.
When she got to her apartment she saw the door slightly open. "Oh no." She opened it enough to slip in and walked quietly to her room. Everything was thrown around, like someone was looking for something. "Please, please, please." She opened her closet and pressed a small button which opened a compartment and in it was a journal and an uncut diamond the size of a fist.
She grabbed the stuff and a backpack. She shoved all she could into it. Everything important, and then some. "Here it goes." She dialed the number on the card. "Hello, I need to talk to Striker." "Iris, never thought you would call so soon. So, you accept?" She let out a sigh, a pained one, "Yes, I accept. I'll find you." She hung up and walked out. "Okay, now where are you?" She closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes she walked back to the bar.
"Striker," Iris sat next to him, "it was easy to find you." "Let's go then," Striker led me to a car, "I'd rather my motorcycle. I'll follow you."
"Okay, fine. We have to make a stop. There are a couple more mutants that I have to talk to. Just so you know, you're the first recruited mutant on the team, and the first one I talked to." She put her helmet on, "Yeah, well lets get going. I'd like to go before I change my mind."