Mother Nature

Mother Nature

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(I DO NOT OWN MARVEL, IM JUST GOING ALONG WITH THE STORY TO MAKE IT FIT BUT STILL INCLUDING EVENTS) Your name is Tara. You were born in New York 1700. When you were born the midwives where took by surprise, you had a shade of bright purple eyes. You were examined on and they couldn't find out what was wrong. They just said it's was extremely rare, 1 in a billion. Although, when you got older you didn't seem to age quickly, when you were 15 you stilled looked 10. Your parents took you to the doctors and they figured you just aged slower than everybody else. But one day you felt weird, like something needed to burst out of you. You were in the middle of class when you suddenly coughed and all the desks went flying. That's when you figured you had powers. It's now the present day, you are an 319 year old girl, who you figured is immortal and has the power to control weather, animals, and is able to fly. You named yourself Mother Nature as you can practically control most things. When you were on a mission, it took you by surprise as there was a man in a red suit, he introduced him self as iron man. And that's how you ended up here, in the avengers tower apart of the team.
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