Our Love Is Bulletproof (x-men)

Our Love Is Bulletproof (x-men)

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The X-men are going to have a new recruit. Vida McCoy is Hank McCoys neice. She has hated herself for her mutation as she grew up thinking it was a dangerous thing that could kill. Charles and Ororo come to Vidas house when she is 12 years old, They explain about the school that can teach her anything she may want to know. read on to know how she helps fight for the people who hate and fear their kind. Maybe she finds something on the way... ---- Hey, I've decided to begin editing so you may need to stop reading and then re read- just warning you, have a great day xxxxx Chapter 1: edited 2/5/15 2 : edited 3: edited 4 : edited 5 : edited
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