So, this is my first story in a long time and since I've been obsessed with the X-Men, and the Brotherhood, I figured it's time for another story. The main character is an OC.

Being alone is something I'm good at, something I'm so used to it's hard to realize that there is no one to look over me. The good part about this is that if I were to die, nobody would care. That saves pain from others – and that's something I like. The only problem about living on the streets with no home, or money, or food is well, just that. I have nothing and that is not something that is particularly enjoyable. You try living in a dumpster every single night and not being able to take a shower. That and the fact that the last time I cut my hair, I looked like a naked mole rat. I wish I were joking.

Anyway, the time has come that I took charge, and that means finding a… temporary sanctuary, even if that means meeting people and actually… associating. God, I shudder even thinking about it. So here I am, standing in front of the home of the Brotherhood.

Before I can do a single thing, A white haired boy runs out, examining me. "Who are you and whatdoyou want? If your part of the X-men I will mess you up before you notice, so hurry up and answermealready." Wow, does he talk fast. I'm not about to tell him that I have no idea what he said.

"Okay, I heard that you are villains or whatever and I have to say I need a place to stay. I am a mutant and my name is Vivian. Is that all you need to know?"

"What's your power?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"I can absorb energy and do stuff with it. For example, if you threw a grenade at me I could take all of its energy and create my own little bomb with it. I think I can control who it effects too, but it's not every day I get attacked by missals… who are you exactly?"

"I'm Pietro, also known as Quicksilver. I run this joint. Sure, you can come in, but I'll need you to prove your power."

"You're gonna get a grenade? Wow, you really do have resources"

He chuckles. "I've got something. Now, I think you need a shower… cause you look and smell worse than Toad"

I guess my blonde hair, that I could thankfully find a tie for and was put in a side ponytail and was greasy and clung to my neck, was not doing me any good. Plus my clothes were old and tattered. I felt like that guy beast because I haven't shaved my legs in two weeks. Razors can be hard to find sometimes. Thankfully my armpits were good, as well as my face, which isn't very oily. In conclusion; I'm disgusting.

"Who's Toad?"

"You'll know him when you smell him" I laugh slightly. This Pietro guy was pretty funny, and pretty cute with his slicked back white hair. He seemed alright. Before I can say anything, he zooms away, leaving a wind behind. Super speed, great. I guess I should just go inside and take a shower and then pretend like I fit in. In the end I'm just going to be alone anyway. I'm always alone.

I walk in the house and up the stairs. Pietro was nowhere to be found. Thankfully the bathroom was right beside the stairs, so I walked in (the door was open, relax) and there he was. He was sitting on the toilet seat that was down, resting his head on his fist. He looked so bored. "Um…" I have no idea what to say.

"Finally, you walk so slow! The towel is right there and you can borrow some of Wanda's clothes. Don't you dare take an hour shower. Ha, that rhymes."

"Anyway, who is going to 'give me energy?'"

"Haven't you ever heard of surprises?"

"Yeah, but I've learned that most surprises end with getting attacked" Pietro chuckles, and glances at me. Let's just say I can feel him sizing me up, and it's quite… weird. I don't particularly like people staring at me, especially if I know them in anyway. "Um… I'm going to take a shower now, so can you please get out?"

"Sure, and don't worry. I'm not going to run in to look at you naked" He winks and runs out.

Wait… what?