Chapter Three

Stretching my arms high above my head I gazed around the room. With how gray and dull the walls were you'd never expect it to be six in the morning. I slowly crawled out from the covers of the cramped bed and pulled out a set of undergarments along with black spandex shorts and matching tank for training later with James. Normally I would wait until the boys were finished with their showering, but when I looked at my alarm clock I realized I was up earlier than usual and no one should be up. I grabbed my shower bag that consisted of my towel, loofah, peach body wash, and vanilla shampoo.

Tip toeing out into the hallway I noted that it appeared no one was awake yet, which didn't surprise me since it was five in the morning. Opening the bathroom door I was happy to see no one in the vicinity. I went to the farthest shower and put my towel and clothes on the side. I twisted the knob for the shower to start the water to heat it up; there's nothing more terrible than stepping into a cold shower right after you wake up.

I stripped myself of my night clothes and stepped into the steaming liquid. The shower's were extremely awkward. They covered most of my body… excluding my chest. I kept the front of my body facing the shower head incase anyone were to come in and see me. Nothing more awkward then exposing yourself to someone you're living with. It felt refreshing on my tense and sore muscles from these past few days of fighting with James. I just wanted this whole training ordeal to be over with. I'm the kind of girl that plays in gardens for fun, not the one that get's buff and kicks overly powerful men's asses. It wasn't what I signed up for. But I had a feeling that it didn't matter much what I signed up for.

Three weeks. Damn it, it's been three weeks since I've been in this stupid metal cage. Field research seemed like the least likely thing I was here for right about now. Stryker had James training me in combat while he had me being tested for my powers alone on separate occasions. He informed me how he would be able to "expand" my powers and that I could be so much stronger. That I had not seen all I could truly do.

"Well, lookie what we have here!" I covered my breast with my hands and snapped around to see Wade leaning against the wall in front of my shower. He had a crooked smirk on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest watching my expression go sour. "What's with the pissy look babe?

"I'm trying to shower… Can you leave?" I asked glaring at him.

"Now, why would I leave when you're standing here naked?" He wiggled his brows suggestively. Thankfully, he never made any other sudden moves like coming closer to me. But if he tried to make any movements other than heading towards the door I'd hurt him.

I faced the faucet and let the water hit my face, "To give me privacy."

"Hmm."

I heard his boot hit the floor and I shot out a hand letting the energy flow through my palm.

"What the hell?"

It was my turn to smirk. I looked at him as the vine held him against the wall tightly restraining his arms and legs from moving. He struggled against the greenery with a deep scowl on his face.

"Look Wade, darling," I fluttered my lashes at him. "I'm trying to shower, in peace. I'm with you lot all day everyday. I deserve time to shower alone. Don't piss me off."

"You're like so sexy right now," Wade said in response. I scoffed. Seriously? This is another example of how he never listened to anyone. I don't even think he listened to himself when he talked. "You in the shower soaking wet, me all tied up. This is pretty kinky."

Rolling my eyes I extended my hand and stared dangerously hard at Wade. I could feel the energy surging through my veins. I snapped. His mouth was now hidden and gagged with the vines and large dark leaves covered his honey brown eyes. With a smile I gave him my back and finished my shower with a delightful hum as I rinsed the soap from my body. After I finished I wrapped the towel around my body and skipped on over to Wade's body.

He struggled against the vines that covered his arms, legs, mouth, and leaves that covered his eyelids. I patted the little bit of exposed skin of his cheek, "I'll just leave you here until someone saves you."

Feeling accomplished, I clothed myself before walking out of the bathroom with a proud swag. That'll teach 'em. Hopefully.

I threw my clothes in the corner of the bedroom then retreated to the kitchen. Grabbing some lettuce, tomatoes, and carrots I sliced and diced them to create a salad. I put a bit of dressing in the mix then sat myself down at the table to eat. Almost twenty minutes later Victor came into the kitchen. My stomach clenched at the smirk he gave me.

At first when I had been introduced to Victor he hadn't fazed me. He just seemed like he had this annoying tough guy attitude and thought he was entirely badass. Now it was as if he had grown some kind of obsession with watching me. I'm not sure if anyone else noticed and I didn't dare to comment on it. It was sort of a private discrete thing. He would watch me when no one else was looking or in the middle of some heated conversation. Whenever I would return from training with James it felt as if his eyes were so focused on me that he could see the tiny droplets of sweat trail down my temples.

"Morning Victor," I said neutrally. I tried my hardest to pretend his looks didn't faze me. I wouldn't satisfy him by letting him know those intense stares from across the room made my hair stand on end.

His smirk grew, "Morning."

Victor sat across from me at the table. His disgustingly long dirty nails tapped against the table and I made sure that I kept my eyes focused on his face, even if they were clear in my peripherals.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Could have been better."

"Oh?" Crossing my arms across my chest I leant forward resting my elbows on the counter. Victor's eyes danced around as he watched my every movement. "Why is that?"

His smile now showed his sharp teeth, "You could have been in my bed."

Scrunching my brows I muttered in disbelief, "What?"

Victor never got to respond as the main door opened. Stryker walked in with a man in a doctors uniform behind him. His beady eyes scanned the room and stopped on me, "You're awake."

I nodded.

"I have some… tests I need you to take. A check up on your health," Stryker informed cautiously.

Standing, I walked as quickly as I could towards Stryker. For some reason he felt like safety at times like these. As if James and him were the only two people that could keep Victor away.

"This is Doctor Heartburn-" that seems kind of ironic if you as me. "- he will be taking care of you anytime you have any health issues."

I took the balding man's hand and shook it, "Nice to meet you. I'm Zoie."

"Wonderful to meet you as well," he placed a hand on my upper back and started to guide me away from Stryker. "Let me show you to my lab. Any broken bones, stomach aches, or any concerns of the sort you may come to me. I'll let you know where my office is after I run all the basic tests so you can find me whenever you need me.

At least the man seemed pleasant enough. His voice was broad and clear. He spoke with a sense of professionalism and concern. In any other case I'd probably let him be my doctor. Although, I'd prefer a thorough background check to know if he had ever accidentally killed someone before.

He led me to a scale and I kicked off my shoes before stepping on it. Doctor Heartburn moved the little thing at the top and it landed on 108.2 ibs, which was a bit more than I had previously been. I figured it was the muscle I had started to develop from training. Next he measured my height at 4'10, which he made a funny little comment by calling me a hobbit, which made me giggle.

Then I sat on the examination table where I listened to the man list off a few obvious things, "Hair color brown. Eye color… gold?"

He squinted his dark brown eyes in confusion, "Your eyes are a very unique color my dear."

"My mom always says it's because I'm like the sun with my abilities," I mumbled as I picked off some lint on my pants. "How I am able to grow flowers and such. You know… 'cause the sun is what helps plants grow."

The doctor smiled, "Ah yes."

"Now your abilities. Stryker informed me you have ecological empathy, plant and earth manipulation, is that correct?" he questioned as he paused writing all my information down to look at me questionably.

"Correct."

"Okay. Any allergies of the sort?"

"Nope."

"Are you on any medication?" he continued. I shook my head 'no' and he jotted it on the paper. "I'm going to take some blood and run some tests. Also, I will be giving you a few vaccines while you're here."

"Vaccines?" I asked carefully.

"The flu shot and the sort," the answer was blunt. I wanted him to further explain. The way he said it made me doubt it was the flu vaccine.

After the doctor finished with all my tests and showed me his office I returned to the Weapon X teams headquarters. My body felt a bit weird after he injected me with four different "vaccines." I really wanted to know what he had given me, but he was very discrete about it. Saying that it was mandatory and such.

"Hey kiddo," James greeted me from where he sat at the kitchen counter. I saw Victor give me a look and I ignored it as I skipped over to his younger brother. "What did they do to you?"

"Gave me a few vaccines and drew some blood for testing," I explained as I sat down. He nodded his head knowingly. "I like what you did to Wade in the bathroom."

I smirked, "I'm glad you enjoyed my handy work."

The man laughed deeply, "Yeah. I left him there, but Chris let him out."

"Chris," I called his name and he smiled softly from where he sat on the couch watching the television. "Why would you do such a thing? I finally got him to shut up!"

"I felt bad," Chris said sorrowfully. "I could hear his stomach growling."

I sighed, "Oh poop. Spoiled all my fun."

I jumped as an arm wrapped around my shoulder, "I can take care of him for you."

"I can take care of myself," I whispered gently. I could feel Victor's breath on my neck as he lowered his head a chuckle escaping his throat. He patted my back somewhat hard as he backed up away from me.

Staring at James face I saw him shoot his brother a dangerous look. He finally caught on. He knew something was going on with Victor.

"Whatever you say Zoie."

Then he left down the hall to either the bathroom or his bedroom. I bit my lip and James looked at me silently. He gave me a look that I figured meant we would discuss this later.

"You up for some hand and hand combat today?" James suggested. "You've gotten quite good at that punching bag.

I frowned, "I'm never up for it, but we can try."

The two of us both quietly made our way into the training room. I tied my hair up in a ponytail knowing from previous training that I would sweat and it would stick to my face, neck, and back. It was very unpleasant.

Without warning James lunged at me and I twirled out of the way in defense. He came towards me again and I stood my ground knowing I would have to overcome how bad it would make me feel for hurting him. Turning my hand into a fist I ducked as he threw a punch towards me and I got him real good in the gut causing him to gasp at the sudden impact.

Other than my first punch I wasn't able to hit him nearly as good for the rest of our training. James did a extremely good job at kicking my ass until I was on the ground hunched over in the fetal position begging for a break. Damn him for making me actually fight.

"You're doing pretty good kid," he stated as he sat on the floor beside me. His hand awkwardly patted my back softly and I winced. I was sore everywhere.

"Good?" I spat irritated. "You kicked my ass."

He laughed, "Yes, but you actually tried this time other than running away at every chance."

I looked up at him and scowled. I would rather have run. There were bruises all over my arms, legs, stomach, and back. Although, James didn't feel it was right to hit me in the face so he made sure he didn't.

We were silent for a moment and I rolled so that I was lying on my back staring up at the far ceiling. James watched me with a half grin and I smiled in return, "What?"

James shrugged, "Nothing."

"So," I closed my eyes tiredly. "What do you all do on those missions Stryker sends you on?"

"Government shit," I could tell he wasn't interested in talking about it for whatever reason and decided not to push it. "If Victor does anything to you, tell me."

I opened my eyes staring at James at the sudden change in conversation, "Alright."

"Victor has a temper…" he said softly. "Most of his actions are also irrational and spontaneous. He's capable of doing terrible things. Try and stay away from him."

"Isn't he your brother?" I scrunched my brows. "Shouldn't you not say those things about him?"

He chuckled, although not out of amusement, "I'm saying them because they are true. He's changed a lot over the years and I don't know how far he will go. I don't want to see you get hurt because he's…"

"Evil?" I inputted curiously.

"Evil," James confirmed quietly. "How about we call it quits for today?"

I nodded happily, "Oh yes please! I'm exhausted."

When we returned from our training session Wade scrambled into the main living room area with a smile. He ran up to me pressed me hard against his chest in a hug muffling my screams.

"What in the hell are you doing?" I cried as Wade released me from his grasp.

"I missed you so much!" He answered giddily. I frowned. Didn't I abandon him in the bathroom for almost an hour? "Fred and John are so boring. They were talking about boxing. I don't care about boxing. I wanted to talk about cheesy poofs. They weren't interested though. I don't feel like talking about them anymore though. I realized that makes me hungry… and I can't eat them because Stryker wont give me any. I've asked time and time again, but he just ignores me. As soon as I get out of here that's the first thing I'm getting. A giant fucking box of them. I'm not sharing either. See, now I'm hungry."

I blinked at him.

"Wow, I never realized how pretty your eyes are. You have like the best eyes in the world. They remind me of those flowers you have in your room. Those flowers smell though. Really bad. I hate the smell of roses. They also have little spikes on them. Why do girls like flowers so much anyway? That never made sense to me."

James placed a hand on my shoulder and gave me a mocking pity smirk. Was he seriously going to leave me with him? The man walked down the hall and straight into the bathroom. Maybe if I walk away?

I started heading to my bedroom and Wade followed behind me still talking. I sat on my bed with a tired flop and Wade sat beside me without asking if he could even come into my bedroom. Douche.

"So, I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie some time? I mean. If we ever get out of here… I'd like to take you on a date. I'd buy you any size popcorn you want and milk duds. We have to have milk duds. It can't be some chick flick either. It has to have lots of action with explosions every two minutes," I caught that much of the rambling. It was then that I realized something. Wade liked me. I mean, Wade talked a lot in general. He went on rants similar to these to everyone on the team, but he was always ranting nervously in front of me. Sometimes he would fidget with his hands and usually every time he went on these rants he complimented me more than once. "I wish I could take you on a date now, but I don't think Stryker would let us leave for me to take you to the movies. Maybe we could have a date in the living room? There's nothing ever good on, but we could watch the news together. The news is really depressing though. It would probably make you cry, cause you're a girl and all, then it would make me look bad. Who takes a girl on a date to the living room to watch the news? What a terrible idea!"

I put my hand on Wade's kneecap and he paused his speaking to look at me for the first time. I was drenched in sweat and my hair looked all greasy from me working out . Not to mention I was so tired I'm sure I had bags under my eyes. Yet Wade sat here asking me on a date that he knew we couldn't go on…

"You can take me on a date as soon as this is all done and over with," I told him with a innocent giggle. "Until then, I'm really interested in showering alone."

Wade smiled airily, "Okay."

Standing up I gathered all my shower supplies and some fresh clothes. Wade watched me surprisingly silent, although I'm sure his thoughts were going a mile a second. He needed Adderall.

Before I left the room I sauntered up to Wade and stared down at him. His eyelids fluttered closed as I leant down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. I don't know why I did it, but I swiftly turned on my heel and froze to see Victor watching in the doorway. His face was blank as we locked eyest. He moved away and I turned to see if Wade had seen the action, however, the man's eyes opened when I turned to look at him. I gave him a troubled smile and exited my room heading into the showers.

A lot of people asked me if this would turn into a Wade/OC or a Wolverine/OC and well... This might have answered your questions? If not... well... you'll have to read the story to figure it out! MWAHAHAHAHAHA.

Leave me some happiness. Had a ROUGH night and I'm so glad I'm home.