hInNote: I only own Mia. All other characters belong to Marvel Studios, Disney and 20th century Fox. For the x-men timeline Erik was in an abusive household not a Holocaust survivor so he still has a depressing back story and is not buddy buddy with Charles. This would be before the events of Apclospye but after dofp confusing but please bear with me here.

-Chapter one-Mia

"Come on, Sam, stop flirting we need to get Ash's before the party ends." I tell my friend Sam Wilson. He was currently flirting Samantha. He trying to look all cool, leaning up against the desk with his arms crossed on top of it. Samantha wasn't taking any of that crap as she was back up her things like an reasonable adult, grabing all her papers and evening them out to perfectly straight. I personally think that she is way too OCD for Sam. Sam takes his left arm off first, and then pushes himself off of it. He walks up to my right and we start walking out of the room.

"Alright, but I think I'm almost ready to ask her out." Sam says as we walk out.

"You've been saying that for a year now." I point out moving my right forearm sightly to the side.

"Fair enough Mia, fair enough ." He says. We walk for around ten minutes in the dark night, and God it was cold. I pull my jacket around trying to get some extra warmth, and I mean could light some fire up but then Sam would know I really am a mutant. Sure I think my powers, pyrokinesis are cool as hell but to normal people my powers are feared and I wasn't to ask him 'hey are you normal and think mutants are scary because of some assholes'. While buried in my own thoughts on how this is cold as hell a blast comes and knocks me Sam off our feet.

A tall guy with pale skin, long black hair, and blue eyes in black, gold and green armor is standing in front of us.I'm holding myself up with my right arm and covering my face with my left hand. Around him are two inhuman looking things. " Get me that girl." He says pointing at me. I rise my left eyebrow as if to 'what hell? You got to be kidding me'. I get grabbed the two things that where standing next to him, their hands grabbing my biceps. They drag me to the right of the guy, and put me on the ground, but they don't let go of me. I then try and create fire to burn them off of me but when I start to do so I feel a neddle and I feel the flame go out.

I then feel myself get transported, and I'm in a dark room. I hear the man say something I can't make out. I can make a big bulky guy open up a door. In that door there is a small candle light, and two figures. One of them is briskly pacing around the cell and I think the other on is sitting down because I can only see the top half of their body. The things that are holding me lifts me up and throw me into the cell.

I fall on to my back with my forearms holding the top part of my body up, and my legs bent. I grunt a little when I hit the floor because of just the pure shock "Hey, are you alright." A voice with a heavy German accent asks.

"I'm fine." I answer with a bit of an edge to my voice. I lift my right arm up, and make my hand into a crescent shape as I use it to brush my brown hair behind my ear. I then run my hand through the rest of my shoulder length hair. I look around to see a young dark blue man with orange eyes. He has long side bangs to the left of his face. He is kneeling next to me. I look at his body to see that his hands are backed away slightly, he is clearly scared off. "Sorry I'm just pissed at life right now." I tell him.

"Aren't we all?" I hear another guy ask. I look to see another man with longish sliver hair. He was behind the blue guy his arm were down by his side. "Nice to meet you Maximoff. Peter Maximoff." I roll my eyes at the oh so stupid reference.

"Mia Reynolds." I tell them, "and did you have to my a James Bond reference

" Yes I did!" Peter says.

"Well, I'm Kurt." The blue guy says.

"Well it's good to see that you guys are getting along." A soft sliky voice said.

"Who the hell are you?" Peter asks.

"I will tell you soon Pietro, I'll tell you soon." He says.

"Please, don't call me by first name." Peter, or Pietro, said.

"Is that anyway to talk your King?" The voice asked.

"We don't have a king. A president? Yes. But King? Hell no." I "King" idoit.

"I just took over america, and most of earth's denfeners. I am King of America and soon everywhere else." The voice said.

"But you took me from Germany." Kurt said. The voice just laughed at this. The three of us sat in silence for a while until a voice said.

"I think you guys should come with me."