"Maya."

I heard the voice. So far, but yet so close.

"Maya."

Louder this time.

"MAYA!"

This time it was shouting and I shot up from a unfamiliar bed.

"Hey, sorry. Did I scare you?" My brother asked as he pushed my hair out of my face.

I shook my head, which resulted in horrible pain.

"My head." I cried softly as I put my hands over my ears to stop all the noise.

"I know love. Charles doesn't know what's the matter. He said there is nothing unusual about your mind."

We sat in silence, when Charles burst through the door with Erik not far behind.

"You're awake." Charles stated.

"Duh." I muttered when I saw a nurse walking by. She looked at me with a very scared look on her face. Then I remembered. The men. Ripped to pieces.

"Maya, I have to go help Charles and Erik with something. Stay here from me ok?"

I nodded, but stopped him before he left and whispered the deadly question,

"How many?"

"No. Maya. Don't do that to yourself. You were not yourself when you-" Clint began his voice slightly shaking with some hidden emotion I couldn't put my finger on.

"How many Clint? If you don't tell me I will get someone else to."

"Maya-"

"5. You killed 5. Injured 8. Total 13." Erik said obviously not listening to my brother.

"Erik." Charles sternly scolded the other man.

I put my hand over my mouth, starting to feel nauseous.

I ran to the bathroom and instead of puking like I thought I was, I started crying.

I threw my hands down on the sink and screamed and threw things around.

I felt arm go around me, but I pushed them off with a strength I didn't know I had. I looked in horror as my brother fell backward.

I stopped in the middle in throwing a shampoo bottle and sat on the floor.

Not knowing what to do I just sat there, tears falling down my tired, ashen face.

"Clint. Erik. Go help Raven with the others. I can handle this." A certain man with a Scottish accent said.

Clint was hesitant, but left with Erik. I just sat there my head in my hands for about a minute when Charles sat next to me.

"I'm sorry." Was all he said and sobs started racking through my body and I felt his arms go around me as I cried.

5 minutes went by when I finally stopped and instead starting laughing,

"I think I'm the one who should be sorry, Charles. I just ruined your shirt." He smiled at me and we began laughing for no real reason.

"Just so you know. You are not alone. Clint and Natasha were effected to." He whispered and I suddenly felt angry at myself. While I was bathing in my self pity, I never thought that maybe the other people in the explosion were hurt to.

"How?"

"Clint with enhanced eyesight and the ability to kind of well, soar. And Natasha has enhanced flexibility and super stealth."

"Great. Looks like SHIELD has a new mutant division."

"Looks like it. Do you think you can go out there. You're friends are out there."

I nodded and he stood and helped me up. We were about to walk out when he stopped me at the door. He grabbed my hands and looked up at me.

"Try to calm your mind. We noticed in your sleep that your claws went away. We assumed it was because you were not upset. Um, may I?" He asked lifting his hand to his hand.

"Yes." He closed his eyes and I felt him crawling around in my head. Searching for something.

Suddenly a picture of the Stark living room appeared. Everyone was there eating a bunch of junk food and playing various video games. Dean was yelling at Sam for getting him cake not pie. Tony was apparently holding an election to vote him for the new team leader. The girls were doing nails and hair. I smiled and it was gone.

I opened my eyes and realized Charles was smiling too and still holding my right hand.

"Better?" He asked and I nodded happily, noticing the claws were gone, "Hopefully soon we can learn how to completely control your powers. Oh, and you have lovely blue eyes." He ended with a smirk and I gasped realizing they probably don't have green contacts in 1962.

He walked out with me closely following behind me and we came into a room were the rest of the mutants were and of course my friends.

"MY-MY!" Squealed Luna as she ran up to me and gave me a hug, "We are totsally anthro buddies! We can run in the wild together, hunt pathetic mortals, and- OMG! I have a question for you! Do you think Erik is gay or European, because I am seriously confused." My blue haired best friend asked looking closely at Erik.

"I don't know Luna. Hey Doctor! How's the TARDIS?" I asked concerned for our friend.

"She's good, but the real question is why are your eyes blue?" He replied staring deeply into my eyes.

'' There naturally blue. She found out she preferred them green after a dare one of the Agents gave her." Tasha explained to the others.

"I think your eyes are awesome." Raven said changing her eyes color to mine.

I laughed and we were all talking for what seemed like forever when 11 men came into the room with huge machine guns and pointed them at us.

"Her!" One of them said pointing at me. The man who was obviously the leader, walked up to me and pointed the gun at my head.

"Put your hands in the air and turn around. Your are under arrest for the murdering of 5 of our agents and the harming of 8 others." I put my hands on my head while everyone stared at the scene and my brother stepped up to do something , but I stopped him,

"Clint, don't. Maybe it's better if I'm locked up. I won't be able to hurt anyone else."

"But-"

"No. I will see you guys soon." I said as the man put handcuffs on me and chained my feet together.

I was pushed into a room that looked slightly resembled the interrogation rooms at the SHIELD Base.

"Enjoy Agent Barton." The man said and left.

I don't know how long I was in that room. Days. Weeks. I was preparing myself for the man to come back in and kill me.

He never came back, because another more dangerous guy attacked 2 nights later. A man by the name of Sebastian Shaw.