Yes, it's finally here! I know, I know - the stupid bitch of an author actually waited 7 months to post up a new chapter.

I hate myself too. A lot. I've lost inspiration for this for a good while when a situation cropped up because my mind was so frazzled and muddled with everything that's going on around me.

However, I do hope this one's enough to appease all of you until the next one, which is still in the works. I'm a really slow writer because I read and re-read what I type even if all I've typed is just one line. As such, I'm looking for a beta to help rush me when I'm too slow for an update and to help me point out the mistakes in my story! Really, feel free to pm me if you're interested.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from the movie you recognize. What I do own is my characters and everything else regarding them.

Poppy couldn't help but feel a sharp tinge of regret as she stared up at the large, impressive building looming before her petite form.

Her wild heart thumped nervously against her chest as her green eyes raked over the foreign surroundings. The grass was too green to be natural, and the cement structures were too severe, too rigid for Poppy's taste. The dark glass doors of the building looked ominous, as though entering it would put anyone in mortal danger – like entering a dragon's lair. Another swell of emotions, this time of complete and utter foolishness overwhelmed her senses, causing her to seriously doubt her decision in offering to help Charles and Erik – the two strangers that she had only come to know briefly.

Briefly, in this case, was an actual duration of less than a day.

Poppy swiveled about, hoping that the expensive sedan that had come to pick her up from her home was still there. It was her only chance to getting out of this debacle, her only chance at escaping the consequences of her reckless judgment. It had been a heat of the moment decision; one made when she felt the graveness of the situation and was struck with a naïve inclination to give a hand to the two men – the first two of her own kind she has ever acknowledged – albeit impulsively.

She had been too rash.

War was a major matter, and millions of lives were at stake. She couldn't believe she had agreed to join their team – or Division X as Charles had dubbed it, so readily. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought it through carefully before extending a helping hand.

Furthermore, Poppy had only known of their existence for the whole of a day and a half, where she had spent most of it thinking that the two men were actually a figment of her imagination.

She was almost certain her stressed induced craziness had conjured the two men up, until she cast her green eyes upon the ball of metal that was once a flat serving pan.

Following the two mutant men's departure from the café, leaving her with nothing but the time at which a car would be sent to pick her up and another word of gratitude – from Charles, quite obviously – Poppy was then stuck with the dilemma as to how she was going to sit her grandparents down and tell them all that had transpired.

It had been one of the hardest conversations and arguments she has ever had with her grandparents, and that was saying something, for the Cole household rarely had any disputes within their tight knitted family. The last major altercation between them was due to the alleyway incident when Poppy was eighteen and that had only been an hour long nagging session from her worried grandmother, another twenty minutes spent making her feel guilty and foolish by her grandfather's brusque 'What ifs' rant, followed by another hour of her telling her guardians about her new power.

She sighed, once again, as her thoughts drifted back to their conversation last evening.

"No."

The cold resounding order of plain, raw opposition echoed through the empty café, as it seemed to fill the entire place. Ella Fitzgerald's rich vocals floated in the tensed air at a soft but audible volume, creating a stark contrast to the strained conversation

"But Nana – "

"No means no, Poppy."

"I haven't even told you the whole story yet!" Poppy bit back, annoyed that her grandmother was giving her such a definite non-consent so quickly. She had yet to tell her the entire situation and already, she was saying no.

Elia Cole stared down at her granddaughter with calculating dark eyes. A deep frown was etched into her tanned, weathered forehead. "I do not need to know the whole story to say no, Poppy."

There was a few seconds of tensed silence between the two women, leaving the only man, Henry, to his own thoughts.

"You know why I agreed to this, Nana." Poppy explained with a defeated sigh. Her hands reached up to rub at her eyes tiredly as she thought of a valid reason to win her grandmother over. "You know why I had to do this."

"I do, and that's why I'm not letting you." Elia Cole rebutted. Her dark eyes were stormy and her wrinkled lips were pursed tightly. "You're going to get yourself killed in whatever these… these two sciagurato strangers are telling you to get into."

Poppy bristled. "They're not wretched, Nan. They're people like me. You wouldn't call me wretched now, would you?"

"Poppy…" Henry Cole, who had hung back and let the two women have their squabble, finally spoke up. His raspy voice was one of warning, one that was reminding his granddaughter not to get his wife anymore riled up than she already was.

The young woman sighed once more and pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Either way, I'm going. I've already agreed and I can't very well go back on my words."

"Oh really?" Elia gritted out. "Then I'll just have to look these two men up and back them out for you."

"Nana." Poppy was tired. She had known her grandmother was going to be difficult about the whole matter, but this? This was just ridiculous.

"I'm twenty-four, for God's sake!" She cried, finally reaching the end of her patience. "I can make my own decisions! You have to stop treating me like the lost 16 year old I was, Nan. I've grown up. I can take care of myself!"

Henry Cole frowned. "Don't raise your voice at your grandmother, missy."

The young woman ignored him as she stared down at her portly grandmother defiantly.

"The war is no place for a lady like you, Poppy!" Her grandmother snapped. "Especially one regarding him. You know how ruthless he is, dear. You're only going to get yourself killed."

Elia huffed. "And God forbid I lose anymore family at the hands of people like him."

"I'm like him, Nana!" Poppy rebutted. "And he is going to be stopped by the same group of people with special abilities like him; like me. We're trying to prevent a war from breaking out. I'm trying to help. Help them. Help us."

"You can help me by staying at home where I know you're going to be safe and sound."

"I have to do this." Poppy's defiant and determined whisper broke the short silence as she ignored her grandmother's reply blatantly. "I need to do this."

Instead of getting angrier at her granddaughter's incredibly stubborn and headstrong nature, Elia Cole was resigned. Her dark stormy eyes turned mournful and defeated and shining with unshed tears, as she looked up into Poppy's green eyes.

"It's not just about the war, isn't it?"

Poppy stayed silently as her eyes stared down at her hands.

"Isn't it time to move on already?" Elia whispered, her voice so sorrowful, so plaintive it sent a heart-wrenching lurch through the young woman's soul. "It has been eight years, Poppy. It's time to let it go and move on with your life. You've got a bright future ahead of you. Don't let it go to waste because of hatred. What happened to your parents were unfortunate and it was a very cruel twist of fate, sweetheart. But that's just it. You can't keep harbouring on the past."

The young woman's head looked up from her lap slowly as the colour drained from her flushed face and her lips were pressed taut against each other.

"No."

The same word uttered by Elia before was now repeated by Poppy. Thick, unwavering hatred and firm determination were entwined into the two letters. Gone was the young woman who had been begging for her grandmother's consent moments before. Green eyes that had been beseeching were now glaring into sad, dark orbs as an angry flushed grew evident on Poppy's porcelain cheeks. Her hands were clenched tight in her lap, causing her skin to stretch white over her knuckles.

"It wasn't just an unfortunate event, grandmother. Nor was it a cruel twist of fate. It was intentional. And it ruined my life. It ruined your lives! How can you possibly ask me to move on? I can't." She spat. "And I won't. At least not until –"

Poppy closed her eyes and took in a deep breath when she registered the look of hurt carved deep into her grandmother's pained face at her spiteful words. The onslaught of fresh tears pricked at her eye, causing her nose to sting painfully.

"Just because I haven't brought it up in the past six years doesn't mean I've forgotten about it. I've never forgotten about it." She said, her voice now returning to their soft, dulcet tone. "And I don't think I ever will."

There was a beat of short tensed silence, then –

"Let her go, dear." Henry finally said, leaning back in his chair with a troubled frown.

"What?" The old lady turned to her husband, flabbergasted. She had expected her husband to support her, to understand where she was coming from with her vehement protests, and yet, here he was, encouraging their reckless granddaughter with her impulsive choices.

"She needs the closure, Elia." He explained patiently. "If this is the only way for her to come to terms with everything, we have to let her go. She has to do this on her own. Forbidding her would only prolong the pain and we won't be doing her any good."

Poppy's teary eyes shone with extreme gratitude for her grandfather at his understanding. Whilst she loved her grandmother for her years of unwavering care and concern, she had always been closer to her 'Papa'. Henry knew his granddaughter like the back of his hand and the coffee he had been making since the start of time, and he had always been her loyal silent supporter during her arguments with her grandmother.

"But… But war, Henry?" Elia sputtered. "It's no place for her."

"Misery and hatred is not a good place for her too." He replied softly.

Poppy turned to Elia and nodded firmly before reaching up to wipe away a wayward tear. "I promise I'll be safe, Nana. Cross my heart and promise."

Her fingers mimed the cross above where her heart lies, like she always does when she swore to her grandmother about something.

Silence grew thick between the three as Elia looked down at her abandoned cup of tea.

"Fine." Elia sighed in defeat, acknowledging the fact that she was fighting a losing battle alone now. "Fine. Do whatever you want with your life."

She pushed herself off of the chair and started gathering the abandoned dishes around the café. "But the minute you think you can't take it anymore, I want you to come home straight away. I don't care if you have to walk the whole nine miles if no one wants to offer you a ride. I just want you back home with us. You got me?"

Poppy nodded, reaching out to pat her grandmother's withered hand reassuringly.

"I promise."

And now, as she stood in front of the building's steps, her grandmother had been right once again, as stern her voice rang out in her head.

This was no place for her.

For starters, she had yet to even step foot into the foreign building and already there were multitudes of men (and a selectively few women) clad in professional looking dark suits walking all about her. She had felt immensely out of place in her powder blue day dress, and felt very much like a stain on an otherwise white and immaculately clean blouse.

Secondly, everyone around her was striding forward confidently with their destinations clear in mind, and yet there she was, one lone blue figure standing out among the sea of dark suits, trying to figure out where she was supposed to go.

And where were the two men that had pulled her into this predicament? Shouldn't they have been waiting for Poppy's arrival? Waiting to provide her with some directional guidance?

Her teeth gnawed hard at her pale pink lips as the grip on her brown leather bag tightened. Her other hand reached up to fumble with her chestnut locks self-consciously before sliding back into the pocket of her dress, where it sought solace in the one object sitting inside – the one thing she had deemed too unsafe to leave in her bag, where she could lose it anytime. Things were always safer when it's on you – that had always been Poppy's motto, for she had a tendency to misplace her belongings.

Her fingers moved over the object's intricate grooves and carvings, feeling a sense of comfort and assurance wash over her. It blanketed the self-doubt, foolishness and apprehension just that slightly, giving her enough peace to take a deep breath and remind herself again why she was where she was. Swiftly, she threw her consternations off of her mind and allowed that one thought to push through all the other negative emotions to the forefront of her mind.

"Everything's going to be just fine." She assured herself quietly as she started her walk towards the dark glass doors of the daunting building. "I am going to be alright."

Her black-strapped flats padded rhythmically on the grey concrete floor as the entrance loomed nearer and nearer, until she was standing right before it. The people around her were stealing secret glances at her that were not as subtle as they hoped it would have been for Poppy had noticed the looks. She shifted uncomfortably, wondering if their gawking was due to the fact that somehow, they knew what she was or the fact that she looked like she was going for an afternoon picnic at the park instead of joining the new division CIA had formed.

She felt exposed under their scrutinizing stares.

Ignoring the looks and taking a deep breath, Poppy motioned to push open the door so they she could seek refuge in the building and away from the prying eyes of others. Fate, however, seemed to have other things in mind for Poppy, as another force (a much bigger one), pushed from the other side of the glass quickly, overtaking her feeble attempt.

In a split second, she had found herself sprawled on her back, staring up at the ceiling of the entrance with her bag strewn a few feet away from her. Fortunately none of her personal belongings spilled out for the clasp on her bag was strong enough such that it still remained snapped shut on impact. Her sore bottom yelled out in pained protests while her wide green eyes blinked profusely at the sudden turn of events.

From somewhere above her, a familiar voice cursed out loudly. Then, a fair, muscled hand was stretched out in front of her face, causing her to gasp at the sudden action.

"Oh dear god, I am so, so sorry!" Charles apologized frantically as Poppy took his hand and allowed him to pull her up from the ground. His worried blue eyes raked over her form quickly for any injury he might have caused. "Are you hurt, love?"

Poppy blushed at the typical English endearment that had fallen from his lips like second nature and quickly looked down to fidget with her dress before shaking her head. "I'm fine."

"I am so terribly sorry." Charles apologized once again and bent to pick up Poppy's bag. His lips were quirked into a small sheepish smile that showed a tiny glint of his pearly teeth.

He was dressed similarly as he had been when Poppy had seen him just yesterday. Clad in a dark navy blazer, a pair of ironed black pants and a crisp blue shirt with its top buttons undone, Charles looked every part the Oxford graduate he is.

"Here I was thinking this place can't be as hazardous as it looks and then you had to come slamming the door in my face." Poppy replied with a quiet chuckle as she motioned to take her belongings from him. Charles shook his head and continued holding her bag as he flushed at her words and offered yet another sincere apology.

"I guess my excitement got the better of me when I saw you standing on the other side." He explained as he pushed open the glass door again and led them down a quiet hallway.

Poppy was wrong when she had thought the inside of the building would have been less rigid as compared to the exterior. Like the design of the Division on the outside, the interior was covered in grey granite slabs – on the ceiling, the walls and the floor.

"I was never sure you would have showed up." Charles confessed as they rounded a bend, noticing Poppy's silence. "You have no idea how pleased I am to see you."

Poppy turned to regard the blue-eyed man striding beside her and raised a dark brow at him in question. "You thought I would've stood you up?"

"A clear misjudgment on my part," Charles replied, smiling at her as he pushed the large cream door open. There was another long grey hallway, except this time, it was wider and there were two doors on each side of the wall.

"Where are we going?" Poppy's words were tinged with just that little bit of uncertainty. The rigid surroundings were making her uncomfortable and she felt like she was heading down the cold, unfeeling hallway to her prison cell.

"Your humble abode for the stay." Charles replied and moved to open the door that was nearest to the entrance on the other end of the hallway. He turned to Poppy and stretched a hand into the entrance. "Ladies first."

The young woman shot the telepath an amused look in which he replied with a cheeky grin and a small nod of his head towards the open door. He then reached to the side of the door and flipped the light switch on, causing the round ceiling light to flicker once and then brightened rapidly.

Poppy looked in from the doorway before taking slow steps into the room. Her brow rose in slight surprise at the atmosphere of where she was going to stay as she took in the sights.

As compared to the rigid and severe design the entire building had been going for, these personal dormitories were much warmer and more welcoming. The walls were painted a light brown colour and there was actually a large glass window fitted with a set of brown chiffon curtains. Poppy had actually been expecting a creaky wire-frame single bed sitting against the wall, instead, she was looking at a cozy and comfortable queen size bed fitted with light apple green colour sheets and accompanied by two fluffy white pillows. A mahogany table was sat on the opposite wall of where the bed was, while a similarly coloured closet was placed at the corner of the room.

"So?" Charles asked, quirking an eyebrow at the quiet elementary teacher after setting her bag onto the dark wood study table. "If you don't like it, I can obtain another room for you."

"Oh no. No. It's fine." She answered, turning to him with a small smile. "It's nice and uh – homey."

"Homey?"

She hummed in reply and nodded. "Well, I was expecting something along the lines of a creaky metal bed, scratchy fleece bed sheets and a hole in the ground for a toilet. So yeah, this is pretty nice."

Charles let out a low chuckle. "We aren't holding you in custody or anything, Poppy."

"Could have fooled me." Poppy said, shrugging her shoulders and fiddled with the object in her pocket once again. "It matches the design of the building, don't you agree?"

"Why yes," Charles replied. "This place does seem a bit cold and dreary, doesn't it?"

Poppy cracked a smile and nodded before turning to Charles. "So, what next?"

"Meeting the rest of this motley crew,"

He then ushered her out of the room and back into the cold hallway, closing the door of her room behind them.

"How many are there?" Poppy asked as they strode towards the exit at the end.

Charles ran a hand through his dark hair, which messed it up further (but Poppy thought it looked rather nice on him) before pushing the door open. "We've recruited six so far, with the exclusion of Erik and I."

He turned to Poppy with a cheeky grin. "You're the lucky seventh."

"There's only nine of us altogether?" voiced Poppy worriedly. "I thought you guys were recruiting an army?"

"Yes, well," Charles said, shrugging his shoulders with a light smile. "The seven of you were the only ones who did not slam the doors in our faces, attempt to chase us away with brooms or threatened to call the cops on us."

"How many did you approach?" asked Poppy.

"Oh, you know, somewhere between the numbers fifty to a hundred."

"A hund – what?"

Charles chuckled. "I was just kidding. Cerebro only allowed us to search for mutants within the range of this state. Having said that, we also have to omit about half of them due to their ages.

"All in all, we visited about thirty potentials over the course of three days." He explained.

Poppy remained silent beside him as she worried over the fact that there were just nine of them against the armies from two commanding countries and a crazed power-hungry mutant. Their newly formed group was like a lost case that was waiting to blow up in their faces and leave them with nothing but eternal shame and embarrassment.

"I suppose the numbers are a little disparaging, but we're not exactly the average soldiers now, are we?"

"Did you just read my mind?" Poppy asked with a small frown as she inched away from Charles at his quiet encouragement.

The telepath nodded sheepishly. His bright cerulean eyes shone with mild embarrassment and apology as he looked to the woman beside him.

"I'm sorry," He said, "It's just – you were thinking too loudly and there's only the two of us here, so your thought's sort of amplified,"

Poppy nodded curtly at his explanation and forced the small amount of worry at having her thoughts read at the remorse in his eyes and words. "It's never quiet around you, is it?"

"I'm used to it." Charles replied with another nonchalant shrug. "I've taught myself how to shut out the people around me, but sometimes, those blocks slip up."

The two of them were now in a large open spaced courtyard; which was decorated with those neatly-trimmed evergreen hedges Poppy had seen on the outside of the precinct. A group of people was gathered in what looked to be a recreational room, opposite them as she peered through the large glass window.

"Are those… them?" Poppy turned to see Charles nodding his head. Her eyes then moved back over to the group's collective ages. "They look awfully young."

"Most of them are younger than you." The telepath replied as they made their way towards the small door at the side. "There's one who's older than you by a year or so

The young woman narrowed her eyes at the man walking beside her. "How do you know my age?"

"It's the CIA we're talking about." Charles shrugged, as though that in itself, was an answer sufficient enough to quench her annoyance.

'Of course', Poppy grumbled silently. 'I bet they've even gotten my favourite food and daily schedule down in detail.'

The two reached the door when Charles held out a hand to halt Poppy in her steps.

"Just to let you know, Erik and I will be leaving for Russia this afternoon, so I'll need you to help me with looking after the rest of the team."

"What?" Poppy blanched.

Elementary kids she could handle, but kids older than the age of 15? Not to mention kids older than the age of 15 with mutant powers. Quite simply put, Poppy knew she was going to suck at it. "But – I don't know any of them!"

"You'll be fine." Charles chuckled, patting Poppy on her shoulder lightly in hopes of reassuring her fears. His blue eyes twinkled in mirth at the sight of her flustered expression and the gnawing of her pale pink lips.

"Why are you going to Russia anyways?" Poppy cringed at the rudeness in her question before adding hastily. "I mean, if you don't mind me asking."

"We've received intelligence that Sebastian Shaw will be paying a visit to a Russian general later in the day, so CIA's assembled a group to see if we could apprehend him before the pending war has a chance to happen." Charles replied.

"Oh." She replied, looking as though she had something to say. "Can I – I mean, I want to come along."

"What? No!"

Poppy's wide green eyes shot up to the telepath at his vehement outburst for a reply and for a split second, her mind flashed back to her grandmother. Her right hand crept back into the pocket of her dress as she sought the same object out again.

"Why not?" She asked, quirking a dark brow defiantly. "The point of you guys recruiting us is to seek Shaw out and capture him, isn't it?"

"Well, yes… but – "

"Exactly!" Poppy interrupted, not giving Charles a chance to give her a proper answer. "So then, why not?"

"Because you guys are not fully trained yet. We'll be invading the territory of our potential opposition with a group of armed military soldiers; men that knew what to do and how to react should anything go wrong." Charles said, folding his arms across his chest. "Besides, haven't you told us you have absolutely no idea how to assemble a rifle? I assume machine guns are exceptionally helpful in stealth missions such as this."

"I don't suppose you know how to put a weapon together then?" Poppy challenged obstinately.

"Oh, you'll be surprised." Charles said. An amused smirk tugged at the corners of his lips at her pursed lips.

A moment of silence hung over the two as green eyes stared defiantly into blue. Poppy had hoped that somehow, miraculously, Charles would agree to let her tag along. She had half the mind to use her power, but recalled what had happened when she did and the telepath had found out. It would seem awfully rude of her to abuse her powers like that and Poppy nearly flushed at the thought.

Sighing, Poppy looked away and towards the large glass window where she thought she had seen someone staring out at them. "So, what? We're just going to stay in this place and play card games until you guys are back?"

"Yes." Charles nodded curtly before a cheeky grin appeared in an attempt to alleviate the sternness of his reply. "I've heard that one of the young ones is rather skilled in the world of poker."

With that, he turned away from Poppy stepped into the room, leaving her behind with her own thoughts and frustrations. The lighthearted guitar riffs of the latest hit by the British pop band, The Beatles, floated out the door, mingling with the sound of quiet chatters from the occupants of the room.

Taking a deep breath, Poppy held the object tightly once more before pulling her hand out of her pocket. Her feet carried her body forwards as she followed Charles into the room quietly.

The room was a large and slightly irregular square box with walls that were given a wash of cream paint. Two large glass windows were placed on either side of the room as bright natural light flitted through them and gave the space a light, airy atmosphere. Poppy's brows quirked up at the sight of a bar table on the other side of the room where rows of drinks – with some alcoholic beers and wines, she noted – were arranged neatly in their various shelves.

It was like a recreational room, with its casual setting, the large comfortable looking couches and the jukebox and pinball machines. Her brows quirked up once more. This was more like a luxurious hotel suite than a central intelligence unit area.

"Everyone," Charles' voice boomed across the room, causing her to snap her attention back to him. Poppy noticed that the chattering and the music had ceased, leaving the room in a relatively heavy silence.

"This is the last recruit of our team, Poppy." Charles said, turning towards the brunette with a reassuring smile. Poppy wondered if he could somehow sense her insecurity with his telepathic powers.

Poppy offered a meek greeting and a small wave of her hand as six pairs of eyes bored into her form in varying range of emotions. Some, such as the pretty blonde haired girl, glared up at her in guarded suspicion, while others eyed her with mild distrust. There was one, however, who regarded her presence somewhat positively with a cheeky waggle of his eyebrows, even though that only served to make Poppy feel even more uncomfortable about the whole situation.

"Poppy, these are your new teammates." With that, Charles proceeded to ramble off the names of the various members of the Division as Poppy tried to catch on with him. The only names she could make out through her fuzzy mind and the quick introduction were Raven and Darwin, both for the unique nature of their names.

"Now, Erik, Moira and I would be setting off on a short trip to Russia later, so please, for God's sake, behave yourselves and try not to blow up another statue or window." Charles said; eyeing each and every one of the six meaningfully as some looked away in obvious embarrassment. Even the young redhead that had eyebrow-regarded Poppy inappropriately began to fidget in his spot uncomfortably.

"Charles – "

"Not now, Raven." He snapped in reply at the blonde hair girl's pleading call.

Poppy looked between the two in confusion. Charles' disposition upon hearing Raven speak, was now worlds apart from the friendly man that had been talking to her just moments before. Here, he was staring at her with a look of warning and what looked to be mild disappointment and unhappiness.

Raven, on the other hand, was frowning up at the telepath with an expression akin to that of a wounded puppy who was denied playtime from her owner.

"Charles."

This time, the call came from the open door of the room. Poppy turned towards the owner of the familiar baritone growl and attempted a small smile in his direction, all in a friendly nature of greeting.

However, all she got back in return was a steely blue glaze and a blank expression before Erik turned back towards Charles with a motion of his head out the door. "It's time to go,"

'What an unfriendly man,' Poppy thought as she watched her unofficial guardian leave with his surly friend after bidding a quick goodbye to the occupants of the room. Her green eyes watched as Erik cast one last blank stare at her before closing the door with a loud slam, leaving her to acclimate with the group of strangers, who were now turning back to look at her awkwardly.

"So!" The redhead boy – was it Shane? John? Poppy couldn't remember – piped up, breaking the slightly awkward silence with his cheery voice. "Who's up for a game of Poker?"

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