I kind of do think of myself as a superhero and just flying high, and doing these crazy flips ~ Gabby Douglas

Chapter 1

The sun peeked in the linen curtains covering the bedroom window, lighting my hair like a burning halo. I lifted my head from the pillow, my wavy hair tumbling down into my face like a waterfall. The suns vibrant rays sent a silky, gold sheen all around the room, blending with the falling leaves of autumn. The sound of the rhythmic waves tumbling in the surf brought a peaceful hymn to my ears, as I opened my window to engulf the cool city breeze. I closed my eyes yet again, the suns waking rays warming my body. I felt a strong arm wrapped around my waist, I turned to the side to see Grant asleep snoring slightly and his angel like face buried into the warmth of the pillow. I shuffled back down into the bed, laying down quietly. I watched Grant as he slept, his chest moved up and down rhythmically. His small snuffle like snores resembled that of a small rabbit or something of that nature.

This was the closest I had been to a man or another human being in such a long time. Grant told me he worked for an organisation that could keep me safe from interested parties, he was yet to find out why so many were on my trail. I didn't know whether or not I was ready to tell him why I was wanted so much.

I heard the small grumble like moan escape from the lips of Grant. His hazel eyes flutter open and settle upon my face, he smiles warmly at me, stroking my face with his hand. I blush a violet shade from his touch. His arm his still around my waist and he pulls me closer to him, I nuzzle my face into the crook of his shoulder blade. He presses a kiss to the temple of my forehead.

"Hey beautiful," he whispers.

I let a small giggle escape from my lips, I hated it when he complimented me, it always made me so flustered and I didn't know what to reply with when he did, did I compliment in return or just accept it gracefully?

"Don't you believe me?" he asked.

I shook my head, smiling slightly. Why on earth would a rich successful man like him be attracted to someone like me? I was poor, unattractive and criminal? I had wanted parties chasing me and a crappy track record. It made no sense, then again this whole situation made no sense.

"India you are gorgeous, so stunning. I don't know why you won't believe me," he said confused.

I looked at him, his hazel eyes locked onto mine his stare so intense I thought he might just start yelling at me or something. I exhaled deeply, lost in the shimmering light of Grant's eyes.

"Thank you, for everything Grant," I murmured.

He pulled himself out from underneath the warmth of the duvet I had spent the night in, he pulled the cream duvet off of me, revealing my body in nothing but my mint green lacy bra and matching pants. I giggled as his eyes hungrily searched my near naked body. He scooped me up in his strong arms, carrying me through to the living room while I squealed in delight as he pressed kisses into the crook of my neck. He laid me down gently on the soft fabric of the sofa.

"Wait there," he purred.

He sauntered off into the kitchen, the kitchen was impressive to say the least, and the counters were a grey colour, most likely either made from marble or some other form of expensive surface. The cupboards were a white colour and the oven looked like it just came out of a futurist movie or something along those lines. It had so many knobs and dials I wouldn't even know how to turn it on, let alone cook anything on it.

Grant began to look through the various cupboards clearly looking for some kind of ingredients to cook us both some breakfast. I wondered what rich men like him ate for breakfast. Probably a feast a girl like me could only ever fantasise about. I would normally eat half a slice of toast and survive on that till lunch time. Grant placed several multicolour bags of indigents on the kitchen counter, he shuffled around through the cabinets searching for something, when satisfied he pulled out a large clear glass mixing bowl. He put the flour, eggs, milk and a pinch of salt into the bowl and began to whisk them all together. Once it had reached a smooth batter constancy. I assumed he was making us pancakes, a luxury I had never been able to experience, I wondered if they would live up to this high standard they were often given.

Grant put a medium sized frying pan over the hob, and before turning on the hob he lightly greased the pan with butter. He pours the beige coloured liquid into the pan and begins to heat up the liquid. He cooked the pancake on both sides for roughly one minute before pouring the golden pancake onto a plate.

"You like syrup?" he asked.

"Love it," I admitted.

He squeezed a generous amount of syrup upon the golden waver thin pancake. He grabbed a fork from the draw and brought the pancake over to me, giving me the plate. Before I dug into the pancake I realised how distracted I was by who was standing in front of me. Grant Ward was godly handsome, he stood before me, shirtless and trouser less simply standing in the middle of the penthouse in his boxers. His chest and abs were well defined and muscular. While there was some hair on his chest it was rather sparse and it went with his ruggedly handsome look.

"This is definitely the first time a sexy man served me pancakes in his underwear," I giggled.

He rolled his eyes, sitting next to me on the sofa. He snickered at me slightly.

"And why don't I believe that?" he replied.

The homey smell of frying butter reached my nostrils and assaulted my brain with mouth-watering images of fluffy, warm goodness. I walked into the kitchen to see my mother frying pancakes and humming a familiar tune, unaware of my presence. I gingerly cut off a bite and lifted it towards my mouth.

Pure bliss.

The first flavour to unfold on my tongue was the sugariness of the syrup, quickly followed by the delicate, buttery flavour of the pancake itself. The coolness of the syrup and heat of the pancake complemented one another perfectly and only served to bring out the subtle flavour of the pancake itself. I scooped up another bite to replace the one which was quickly dissolving in my mouth, and then another. Before I knew it, all that remained on my plate was dribbles of syrup.

"You were hungry," he remarked.

"I've never eaten pancakes before, I guess you could say I got a little over excited," I confessed.

I placed the plate gently down on the glass table, leaning into the warm embrace Grant provided. He wrapped his arm tightly around me, hugging me to him. I rest my head on his shoulder blade. I knew it sounded stupid, soppy and downright cheesy but my head fitted perfectly on his shoulder.

"Seriously?" he asked.

"Seriously," I replied.

He snickered slightly at me reply, I guess I wasn't exactly the most normal person in the universe. When you've spent your whole life running it's hard to try and settle into routines that would be deemed normal by society. But if you had met my mother, father and brother I would almost seem normal.

My father Richard Victor O'Connor was born to a couple of inhuman parents who had both been through the mist together giving them totally different powers. As you can probably guess my grandparents were complete opposites. Grandpa, Jack O'Connor was a timid, nervous and socially awkward man with a secret talent which was playing the accordion, he was like a wizard on that thing. My grandma was the loudest, most outgoing old women I had ever met. She was brash and sometimes viewed as offensive. Her talent was singing and that's how they met, at university through the annual talent competition. When my grandpa proposed to my grandma he was actually engaged to someone else, but let's not talk about that. Grandpa had darkness manipulation and grandma had light manipulation. My dad grew up in a small cottage of the coast of Cornwall with his parents and his brother Eddie. Uncle Eddie was able to manipulate sound waves, this made him perfect for his dream job; a radio DJ. My father however had water generation and manipulation. Both Uncle Eddie and dad had ivory coloured skin, deep olive eyes and a cheeky grin plastered upon their faces. They looked like twins even though Uncle Eddie was three years older than my father. This was useful for his favourite sport, surfing the best Cornish sport. He had a peaceful childhood, only a few close and good friends knowing of his powers.

My mother however lived a much more adventurous and reckless life in London, Ontariowith, Canada. She was the youngest of four siblings, Aunt Tiana being the oldest, then came Uncle Xavier, Aunt Mary Katherine and then lastly my mother Cassidy "Cassie" Willows. My mother lived with her parents who were both hotel managers for the largest commercial hotel in London. Grandpa Elliot and Grandma Heather were always working hard, almost too hard. This left Aunt Tiana the oldest in charge, she practically raised my mother by herself. My grandparents were originally from America but they lived in America at the time of the segregation, this meant black people were without the same rights of white people, they would have to give up seats for white people and they were treated like second class citizens for as long as history can remember. My grandparents being black had to move to Canada to escape the oppression. While it was not perfect in Canada it was a welcome release from the upfront racism they would face every day. My mother and her family were not inhumans, just regular normal humans with no powers but their charm, wit and intelligence. My mother worked her whole life to become a surgeon. My mother had dark mahogany skin, curly black hair and deep blue almost black eyes.

My parents met at a comic con convention, and I'm called the nerd of the family. I don't go to conventions, way too many people and I easily stick out, who would expect to see a girl with crazy powers hanging with regular people? My mother had gone as Arwen from Lord of the Rings and guess what my father had went dressed as Aragorn. It was almost fate that they met and fell in love much like the couple from the prized book series and film franchise. I wasn't one for shit like true love and love at first sight but that was a great example if you believed in crud like that.

Not forgetting the trouble maker which is my brother Douglas "Dougie" Norman O'Connor. My brother was the craziest, most rip-roaringly funny guy you could ever wish to meet. He had such a laid back attitude his motto being "it's all good" or his crazy mantra Wait For Someone Else to Do It or more formally known as WFSED, how you said this was beyond me. Dougie had the power to manipulate plants, this meant all plants from the small patch of grass at the back of your garden or a whole flipping oak tree. He used to call himself Father Nature or Tree Elf. He claimed one day he would be the greatest superhero of all time, like Thor or Black Widow. I don't know why the Avengers would need a kid who could make plants but hey, we can dream. Dougie has coffee coloured skin, deep olive eyes and curly brown hair which straightens every day and styles into a swept over look. He's a cool kid, cooler than me anyway.

And then there was me, the cold, calculating fugitive running from the law and ending up in the penthouse of a rich man I didn't even know a thing about. I was powered, of course it was in my genetics. I tried to keep it under locks and not let anyone know why the government wanted me so bad and why I would hide the nooks and crannies of dark places trying to be invisible. And sadly my power was not invisibility, because that would be useful.

"Why is the FBI after you India, you must be pretty naughty," he smirked.

"Naughty doesn't even cover it," I whispered.

Grant swooped me up in his arms while I giggled like a child on laughing gas. He kicked open the door to his bedroom, leading me through in his arms, carrying me like I was no more than a rag doll. He laid me down gently on the soft duvet of the bed. His hazel eyes were filled with a hungry passion. My heart fluttered as his eyes moved down to my lips and before I knew it, he had moved in for the kill. Our cautious lips grew more contented once we realized the other wouldn't or couldn't pull away. I didn't even know what had come over me to give in so easily, I also knew I didn't exactly regret it either.

His lips were warm and smooth as they brushed against my own. I stiffened when his hands planted themselves on my waist, but his light, heart-warming chuckle managed to loosen me up again. Moving his right hand up to the nape of my neck he seized my lips once again with his own only this kiss was more powerful more passionate sending heat to my cheeks, butterflies to my stomach and taking my breath away all at the same time. I didn't want to break contact with him and as if realizing what I wanted my hands moved to grab at his hair. When we finally pulled free, his eyes were wild and I knew they matched my own a smile crept across his face sending a full grin a cross my face as well. With my hand in his he planted a sweet and gentle kiss on the back of it.

"Now please enlighten me, why are you so dangerous?" he asked.

"Why are you so dangerous?" I retorted.

"Touché," he grinned.

I rose from the bed, walking over to the wardrobe, fumbling through the various clothes looking for something to wear. I was worried I would end up wearing a guy suit. Luckily I found a range of female clothes much to my surprise. Why on earth would he need lady clothes, they were tiny anyway so he wasn't a drag queen either.

"Why do you have lady clothes?" I questioned.

"They were my last girlfriend's clothes… She was killed by the same people that hunt you," he murmured.

I suddenly felt awful that I would put on these clothes, I let go of the soft fabric, pulling away from the closet. I didn't want to offend him, I knew too well what powerful people could go to innocent weak people, my mother being one of them.

"She never wore that, you can have it," he pointed at one of the hangers in the wardrobe.

I looked at it, it was a long sleeved white shirt covered in black stripes. It was accompanied by a white puffy skirt. I pulled it off the hanger, slipping the t-shirt over my head and pulling the shirt up my legs, settling it on my hips. I pulled the black knee length socks up and laced my own red swede brogue shoes up. I performed a little twirl followed by the phrase "ta-da."

"Perfect," he breathed.

He walked over to the wardrobe, digging through the selection of clothes, while I sat at the edge of his bed, my legs swinging over the edge, dangling slightly. He pulled out a deep blue coloured demin shirt and a black pair of skinny jeans. He pulled the shirt over his well-toned chest, buttoning up the small black buttons. He shimmed the black jeans up his legs, doing up the flyer and button.

I pulled him by the hand, tugging him out onto the balcony. For a while we stood in silence looking out, taking in the appearance of the city in this early morning city. The sky was an orange dazed with a pink tinge. The skyscrapers dominated the horizon, the large buildings shimmering in the mid-morning sunlight. From beyond the mountainous skyscrapers I could hear the crashing of the sea against the coast, slapping it like a hand slaps a face. I laced our fingers together, as we breathe in the deep salty air of the sea.

"I wanna show you something," I whispered.

He nodded slowly and I pulled his hand away from mine, I close my eyes breathing in deeply. I stay still, so still I can hear the crashing of the waves, the squawking of the birds above and the heavy breathing of grant standing next to me. I feel the growing pain spiralling through my shoulder blades, my back twitches and I roll my shoulders back. As I do wings sprout from my shoulder blades.

"You're an angel," Grant murmured.

I laughed breathily at his comment. My wings were feathery. It looked like swan feathers, layer upon layer upon layer, silky smooth and white as snow. They fluttered gently, then were still, as still as the sky above us. They obscured my face, a cloak of paleness, hiding everything, bigger than the whole of my body, joined together by a line of what looked like gentle gold stiches. I bat my wings together slightly creating a cooling breeze fanning Grant faintly.

"Are you an alien?" he asked me.

I let a little chuckle escape from my thin lips, I shook my head. I knew I wasn't normal, easily understood, stable even. But I knew one thing I was not an alien.

"No, I'm an inhuman, that's why the government are after me. They are scared of what I am and what I can do," I explained.

"How many of you are? I mean how many inhumans are there?" he stuttered, spellbound by my wings.

I shrugged, I knew there were loads but I had no exact number. After the attack on the motherland due to SHIELD (despite the rumours I heard that it was Jiaying actually attacking her own people, I didn't believe this. I couldn't believe it,) there were less inhumans. We dispersed, into the real world no longer protected from the preying eyes of the humans.

"Hundreds, and those are just the ones that are out," I told him.

Coming out as inhuman was as big a deal as it was coming out as bisexual or homosexual. People often had coming out parties to celebrate their acceptance into the inhuman community. We also have AM parties, this doesn't mean morning parties it stand for After Mist, to celebrate being granted with your powers.

"Wow, a whole different species under our noses and we didn't even notice till now," he mused.

I grabbed Grant by the hands, pulling him close to me. I flapped my wings, building up momentum before throwing us both of the balcony.

"India! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" he screeched.

The wind rushed through my hair and into my eyes, I had to squint against the sunlight pouring through the clouds and onto my wings. Suddenly, I shivered, and panicked. I thought I was going blind, because all I could see was white. I emerged, and could see the beautiful blue sky again. Looking behind me, I laughed, realizing I had flown through a cloud. I looked down at my arms. The clear droplets of water sparkled like tiny crystals on my skin. The cold wind battled the warm sun to dry me first. I held Grant close to my chest making sure I didn't drop him or something like that, that would be a bad start to what looks like a great relationship. Grant's eyes were clamped shut and his nails dug into my flesh. I looked completely terrified. I had never seen him look so scared and frankly it amused me a bit.

"Open your eyes, it's beautiful," I told him softly.

His eyes fluttered open a little and then he let out a little gasp. We watched as the large glowing sphere rise slowly into the dull morning sky. Casting sunbeams in every direction while it illuminated the small city. I stared out into the sky as the colours made by the rising sun changed, growing more vivid with the passing time. Making the sky more radiant as it climbed higher and higher into the sky. It looked like a picture painted by an artist, of a shimmering globe of light illuminating the sky and a winged women holding her lover close to her as they floated in the sky.

"It's like a dream," he said, bewitched.

"I do this, when I wanna get away from it all," I told him.

For a while we floated there in perfect silence, watching the shimmering sphere that was the sun rising higher and higher in the sky covered by the fluffy abundance of clouds.

I began batting my large wings together again, creating the cooling breeze. I began to fly again, I decide to show Grant the twirl, and this was always Dougie's favourite move so I might as well it demonstrate it to him. Before he has any chance to react I began to twirl around slowly in a circle. I quickly pick up speed and turn around faster and faster. The spinning begins to affect my head giving me a ringing headache. Grant lets out a squeal of excitement as I carry on spinning like a maniac. Slowly I begin to stop spinning, reaching a slow and steady pace.

"Wanna go back now?" I asked him.

He nodded silently, his head still spinning from the crazy twirls and swirls we just did together. I fly slowly through the abundance of clouds, the moisture clinging to my skin and to Grant's hair. To the average folk upon the ground we would simply be birds to them, but to the people aboard planes or such things would notice we were actually people, with the ability to fly like birds. I saw the large tiled balcony and I landed on it gracefully, putting Grant back on the surface of the ground.

"You are perfect India, perfect," he told me.

He held me close to him, pressing kisses to my neck, while my wings batted happily.

I didn't know this man but I knew I was falling in love with him.

Hey guys, I hope you are enjoying the story thus far!

So now you know what India's powers are Wing Manifestation, I needed something original so I came up with that, do you like it?

The next chapter will be in the POV of our other character, Jotunheim Storm and I have been co-writing India's chapters... Well I write them and Stormy Beta's for me. The next chapter will just be me, all by myself so it might not be as polished as previous chapters. I've always wanted to do a duo-POV story so we came up with another character, I hope you like her as much as India. Next we will meet of all your OCs

Now I must inform you I have selected the girls that will be in the Inhuman Institute. I will published this later on my profile, please do not be offended if your character was not selected I loved them all but could only select six, i will make sure all characters have a brief cameo though. Please carry on submitting males though! (The form is on my profile)

Dear: Jotunheim Storm, I couldn't of down any of this without you, you are the best friend in the world and you are an amazing writer, i'm glad you like my stuff, if i'm ever as good as you, i'll be blooming pleased! life among the dead, I'm glad you liked it and i hope you like what's in store now! Leopardsplash, I don't intend to romanticise what Grant did, I don't agree with what he did, but i understand why he did it. I am Vicky Sigh! I'm not but that would be cool. MysteryAgain, Thank you so much, i don't think Grant is very classy do you? Mayday Sentry, I hope you liked learning about her in this instalment. Grant was a necessary evil for this story, he'll help India mould into an even better character. AwesomeGirl909, Thank you, i'm blushing. XxbooberryxX I'm glad this is a good story in your eyes. ALightThatNeverComes, I'm glad you sent an OC and that you liked the prologue. Sapphire Roz, Was this update soon enough? I love India too! LadyMorganaPendragon, I'm glad this is cool, i like coolness. lauraosnes, I strive for goodness and greatness also. India shall defientely be doing some character growing! W. , I aim to capture everyone's interest ;)

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