Prologue... I hope you enjoy the show.

Disclaimer: I do not own ANYTHING involving marvel comics. This story follows somewhat of the movie verse, somewhat of the numerous comics combined, and most of which I created in my own mind when I was bored.

BTW this story at some points will not follow things correctly. I had to tweak things around to have them make sense. So, yes... some things will not follow through. But I already stated this so hopefully it wont be an issue!

Warning: This story is rated M for a reason; lemon, graphic violence, and obscenities. If you don't want to read it this is not the story for you.

With a heavy sigh I dusted off the dirt that built up around my washed out jeans. My team and I had been assigned to plant trees across a vast area of empty grass near this giant lake. We were apart of the World Wide Fund for Nature and regularly participated in making the world a better place! As in, planting stuff and protecting endangered species from becoming entirely extinct. Now I know what you must be thinking. Either, oh damn this girl's a freaking tree hugger or something along the lines of I'm glad I'm not the only one who cares about the environment. Before anyone starts making assumptions I shall state that I am a mutant.

Yeah, a mutant.

Therefore, you are probably wondering why being in the WWFN has to do with me being a mutant? Or the fact that I'm a huge "tree hugger?" Well, it started when I was fourteen in my humanities class…

"Zoie, I swear if you don't stop watering my plants I'm going to freaking murder you."

I frowned at the young blonde girl beside me. She continued to glower as I sprayed her yellow tulips lightly. It wasn't like I was drowning them or anything.

"They're thirsty," I muttered as I sprayed them two last times before moving onto a rose bush in our school gardens.

The girl followed me with an annoyed look, "I don't understand why you care so much anyway. It's just some dumb school project."

"It's not dumb! Plants are living breathing creatures, ya know? They need food and water just like us to survive. If you don't take care of them, they die. Think of them like babies," I ranted as I bent down to nuzzle my nose in the vibrant red roses. The pedal tickled my nose and I giggled a bit as I caught my friend shake her head at my oddness. I noticed that as I breathed on the rose it seemed to bloom even larger before my eyes.

Snapping upright I eyed the plant warily, but decided not to comment on it. I already looked like a nature freak with my absolute love for plants. Going around telling people my laughter caused the rose to bloom might make me seem a tad insane.

My friend and I casually strolled through the garden. It wasn't large being in the middle of an open area of our school and all, but I still find it so peaceful. Even as we passed a group of chuckling jock's who rather shove each other around instead of watering those sad looking plants. With a sigh I b-lined for where the three jocks were gossiping about some useless sport or whatever and sprayed their plants.

They were dull red tulips. For some reason they seemed like they were crying to me, begging for help. I doused them with the healthy water and still didn't feel much better.

"Oh you poor, poor babies," I muttered under my breath as I dropped down to look better at the plants. My friend 'psssst'ed me and I raised an eyebrow in her direction as she motioned with her hands to the jocks who were looking at me confused. I shook my head at them and motioned to the tulips. "Look what you did! You're killing them you idiots."

One of them looked at me skeptically, "Oh… sorry?"

"Sorry doesn't fix death."

Pouting I turned to the tulips. I swear I heard one of them cry. Reaching my hand out I touched one of which had died. And like a miracle it bloomed. My mouth dropped open and I stared wide-eyed at the tulip.

"What the hell did you just do?"

I jumped at the sound of the guy's voice as he pointed to the tulip in my hand, "How the hell did you do that?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about!" I started to panic. I wasn't the only one who saw it this time. I scrambled up from the ground and gave the tulips a few more squirts of water; they would need it. Just as I was about to turn away the guy grabbed my shoulder. I gave him a disturbed look and swatted his hands away. He backed up giving me a few feet of space between us.

"You just made that flower like… not dead."

"Um yeah," I held up the spray bottle. "See, if you water your plants correctly they live."

He shook his head, "No. The water didn't do that to them. It was when you touched it."

"Yo, Max, leave her alone. You're acting nuts." The guy, or Max, gave me a disgruntled glower before turning back to his friends. I attached myself to my friends hip, who had stood idly to the side watching the scene unsurely.

That semester my humanities teacher informed our class that we had the best garden out of all of them she had seen before. I was proud to say that I did most of the work.

"Hey Zoie!" The woman's voice broke me from me staring in accomplishment at the dozens of trees we had planted. Although, I could probably create a dozen trees to a full grown length in a few moments; it felt nice planting them with a group of people who shared my interest.

I turned to a flaming red head who jogged up to me quickly. She had a concerned look on her face that made me concerned. As she stopped in front of me I stared up into her bright blue eyes as she let out a deep breath, "There's this military guy asking for you. Said he wants to talk to you about somethin' in private."

Glancing behind her I could see the man in a navy blue suit from a distance. He was leaning against a shiny black car that I knew was just destroying my precious ozone layer. I gave the girl a skeptical stare and she just shrugged her shoulders unknowingly.

I skipped the distance over to the man with a cheery smile on my lips. I mean, there was no need being rude when I had no idea what he wanted. Maybe he was here about our project? Morons always came around asking us to stop planting the trees and such so they could build some stupid business on the precious land.

As I drew closer I noted the dazzling medals that lingered on his uniform and the shady aviator glasses that hung on his face. He gave me a bad feeling.

"Um, hi," I waved at him.

He grinned tightly and held out a hand. I looked down at my muddy hands, but decided that it would be rude not to shake his hand. So I gave him a firm grasp. I think he noticed that my hands were dirty because he discreetly rubbed his hands on his pants as soon as I released his grasp.

"I am Colonel William Stryker," he said with an air of confidence.

"Nice to meet you sir."

"Zoie, I have a proposition for you."

"If this is about us planting the trees, then I'm sorry, but I'm still doing it. You can take your business and shove it up your behind for all I care!" I placed a stern hand on the curve of my hip to emphasize my statement.

Stryker laughed lightly in response, "No, no. This is to help your environmental cause. You see, Zoie, I know about your ability."

My shoulders tensed, "Excuse me?"

"I know how you can manipulate the Earth."

"I think you should leave," I said slowly. I analyzed the surrounding area and my teammates were out of ears length. A few of them watched me curiously while others continued their heavy load of digging and planting.

He slid off his sunglasses to reveal dangerous beady eyes, "I can help your cause here."

"How?"

"You come work for me, I could use someone like you on my team," Stryker explained briefly.

"And what's in it for me?"

"I donate to your organization," he pointed to a tree that laid flat on the back of a pickup truck. "I could really use someone so educated in your field of study-" I'm pretty sure he was referring to my degree in environmental science. "- and your mutant ability."

I bit my lip, "Do I have to give you an answer now?"

"It would be nice."

Giving him my back I watched the people working around me. I know for a fact we could use the money. But I also knew I needed money, "Would I get paid handsomely?"

His chuckle caused me to shiver, "Extremely handsomely."

Pivoting on my heel I crossed my hands over my chest, "I'm feeling that this is a bit sketchy. What would you have me do?"

"Field research."

Cocking my head to the side I know I should say no. Everything about him screamed hell nah. But ever since I was younger I had been told I was a bit eccentric with the way I babied my plants. Even more so when I would spend hours talking to my plants. I mean, I just didn't do what normal people did.

I sighed, "When do I start?"

Leave me some happiness!