Farrah Hopkins is a Mutant, and for the last five years, she has taken car of Orphan Mutants who have been disowned by their parents. She teaches them to use their powers for good and keeps them safe from those who would try to harm them.

Fury worked alongside Farrah when she was young, and believes that the recent incident, that claimed the life of their Bus driver, was not an accident, and sends Steve and Natasha to work alongside Farrah, to investigate the situation.

A lot of people out there would kill to get their hands on children like the Mutants, to harm, or use them, equally. It's imperative that know one else finds out what Farrah is doing out in the middle of nowhere.

Prologue
"Alright! Alright, everyone! Calm down, stay in your seats. It'll take us at least 4 hours to get to Manhattan, and when we get to the Museum, I expect you all to be on your best behaviour." Mrs. Farrah Hopkins said as she stood at the front of the bus, the rowdy children all sitting in their seats, with excited smiles. Mrs. Hopkins' long aurban hair was done up in a tight, perfectly shaped bun, and she had on a long, burgundy coat, and black gloves.

It was cold and wet, out in Hamilton County, as it was early January, and only 6am in the morning. Naturally, with it being January, it was time for the kids at County Orphanage to take their beginning of year excursion. Mr. Daniels, wearing a deep green coat, and black gloves, cilmed on the old bus behind Mrs. Hopkins. Two late, excited children, running on before him.

"That the last two?" Mrs. Hopkins asked as she turned around to face her fellow colleague and friend. Mr. Daniels nodded and smiled.

"That's all of them." He said proudly as he sat down in the first seat at the front of the bus. Mrs. Hopkins nodded to herself and then turned to face the lovely, old man who drove their excursion bus, every year, Mr. Harold.

"Onward, Mr. Harold!" She called as she pointed out the front window, and all the kids shouted in glee and excitement. The old bus driver laughed and started the engine, closed the door, and began their long drive, as Mrs. Hopkins sat beside Mr. Daniels.

With half an hour left on their journey the children began to become rowdy again, jumping in their seats and loudly, and excitedly talking amongst themselves. Mrs. Hopkins and Mr. Daniels halted their conversation, as the noise picked up in the bus, and the George Washington Bridge came into view. Mrs. Hopkins stood from her seat again, and turned to face the children.

"Alright, everyone! We're almost there! Everyone remembers who their buddy is?" Mrs. Hopkins started as the rolled onto the bridge, the traffic pretty light for the time of day.

"Remember you must stay with the group at all time-" The bus shook and clattered as it heavily veered to the right, and sped up. Mrs. Hopkins nearly fell over, catching herself on the chair beside her, Mr. Daniels putting a hand on her shoulder to stabilise her.

"What on earth is-" Once again she was cut off as the bus went flying threw the bridge fences and then off the edge, plunging into the dark water bellow.

Mrs. Hopkins was thrown backwards into the front windshield, as the bus hit the water. The glass shattered as the bus driver hit it head first at the same time. Children were thrown from their seats and the bus filled rapidly with water.

Mr. Daniels was the first to act as his skin changed, gills growing into his neck, his fingers becoming webbed, as he kicked off his shoes, his feet webbing to as he swam towards Mrs. Hopkins. The womans eyes sprun open and they locked eyes. She fanned her hands away from herself towards the children.

Mr. Daniels swam quickly threw the bus, swimming three children at a time to the surface of the water. Mrs. Hopkins linked her arm threw the bus drivers, beside her and swam to the surface. She broke it and pulled Mr. Harold up beside her, only to realise his head was smashed in and he was clearly dead. Hearing the sounds of spluttering childer and Sirens, she dropped his body and swam towards the growing group of children, helping them swim to the bank.

Mr. Daniels arrived with the last child at the edge of the bank as Mrs. Hopkins helped pull the others onto dry land. Police and Ambulances appeared at the top of the bank, and Mr. Daniels retracted his fish-like qualities as the vechiels drove down closer, people jumping out to help the children.

Mrs. Hopkins looked out at the water, Mr. Harold's body floating not to far from where she'd let him go. Sirens blaring, children crying and coughing, as a paramedics asked her if she was okay.