Two months later. Zack sits comfortably on the sofa, holding a bowl of food. Jeffrey, the pet landshark, is next to him, eagerly gobbling up the food Zack is feeding him. The room is warm and inviting, with a TV playing in the background.
Close-up of the TV screen. A news anchor reports the latest victory of the Justice League over an alien invasion.
TV Anchor: ...and once again, the Justice League has saved the world from a devastating alien attack. Heroes like Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman have proven their might...
Zack, with a look of admiration and a hint of longing, watches the TV screen. He absentmindedly feeds Jeffrey, who happily munches on the food.
Zack: (thinking) How cool they are...
Jeffrey nudges Zack's hand with his snout, demanding more food. Zack smiles and continues to feed his enthusiastic pet.
Jeffrey: (munching sounds)
A wide shot of the cozy living room. Zack and Jeffrey are a picture of contentment. The TV continues to display images of the Justice League in action, adding a heroic backdrop to the tranquil domestic scene.
Zack glances back at the TV, a determined look crossing his face.
Zack: (thinking) Maybe someday...
Jeffrey licks Zack's hand, bringing him back to the present. Zack chuckles and ruffles Jeffrey's head affectionately.
Zack: You're right, buddy. For now, i have a day-off being a hero for a whilke.
Zack is still feeding Jeffrey on the sofa, the TV in the background showing the latest news. Suddenly, the program is interrupted by a breaking news alert.
TV Anchor: We interrupt this program with breaking news. A villain identified as Cheetah is currently robbing a bank in downtown New York City. Authorities are on the scene, but she is proving to be a formidable opponent...
Zack's eyes widen, and he immediately sits up straighter, his hand pausing mid-air with a piece of food meant for Jeffrey.
Zack: (shouting) No one will dare come to my city!
Jeffrey looks up, confused by Zack's sudden outburst. Zack jumps up from the sofa, almost spilling the bowl of food. He rushes towards his room, determination etched on his face.
Zack: This is my city. I won't let anyone terrorize it.
Inside Zack's room. He throws open the closet, revealing his Cyclops suit. The blue and yellow costume stands out against the dark background of the closet. Zack grabs the suit with both hands, his expression one of fierce resolve.
Zack: (muttering to himself) Time to suit up.
A quick montage of Zack putting on the suit. He fastens the visor over his eyes, pulls on the gloves, and adjusts the chest piece. He stands up straight, looking every bit the hero.
Zack: (thinking) Cheetah won't know what hit her.
Fully suited up, Cyclops rushes out of his room, heading for the door. Jeffrey watches him go, his little shark eyes wide with curiosity.
Zack pauses at the door for a brief moment, glancing back at Jeffrey.
Cyclops: (to Jeffrey) Stay here, buddy. I'll be back soon.
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Meanwhile in downtown New York City, where chaos reigns. Police officers are taking cover behind their cars as Cheetah tears through their ranks. She claws at a police cruiser, ripping the door off and tossing it aside effortlessly.
Cheetah: (shouting) No one can stop me! This city is mine!
Suddenly, a red laser beam strikes Cheetah in the stomach, sending her stumbling back. She snarls in pain and confusion, looking around for the source of the attack. Her eyes land on a figure standing atop a nearby building, clad in a blue and yellow suit with a distinctive visor covering his eyes while wearing a brown jacket.
Cheetah: (hissing) Who are you? Another metahuman here to challenge me?
The figure leaps down, landing gracefully on the ground. He stands tall, exuding confidence and determination.
Cyclops: Name's Cyclops. And I'm here to kick your ass and defeat you for daring to terrorize my city.
Cheetah's eyes narrow as she sizes him up, her claws flexing in anticipation of the fight.
Cheetah: (growling) We'll see about that, Cyclops.
Cyclops: (firmly) Bring it on.
Cheetah snarls and leaps at Cyclops with blinding speed. Cyclops attempts to dodge, but she manages to swipe him, tearing a gash in his suit. He stumbles back, glancing down at the damage with a look of outrage.
Cyclops: (angrily) You tore my 1 million dollar suit i created, you furry!
Cheetah: (roaring) Who do you call furry, boy?!
She lunges at him again, claws extended. This time, Cyclops is ready. He quickly adjusts his visor, and a powerful optic beam blasts from his eyes, hitting Cheetah square in the chest.
The force of the blast sends her flying backwards, crashing into a parked car with a thunderous impact.
Cheetah: (groaning) Ugh...
Cyclops: (stepping forward) Stay down, Cheetah. You're not taking over my city and your under arrest.
Cheetah smirks as she pushes herself up, shaking off the effects of the blast.
Cheetah: (grinning) Yet.
Cyclops: (confused) Yet?
Before Cyclops can react, Cheetah delivers a swift kick, knocking his visor off his face and sending it clattering to the ground. Cyclops instinctively covers his face with his brown jacket, trying to shield his identity from the public.
Cyclops: (panicked) Oh no... Shit!
As Cheetah makes her escape, a police officer rushes over, picking up the fallen visor.
Police Officer: Here, Cyclops. You dropped this.
Cyclops quickly takes the visor, sliding it back over his eyes, relieved to have his identity concealed once more.
Cyclops adjusts his visor and turns to the police officer, extending a hand in gratitude.
Cyclops: Thanks for the help. What's your name?
The officer straightens up, a hint of pride in his posture.
Captain Stacy: Captain George Stacy. You can call me Captain Stacy.
Cyclops nods, committing the name to memory.
Cyclops: Alright, Captain Stacy. Can you tell me what happened earlier? How did this all start?
Captain Stacy glances around, surveying the chaos left in the wake of Cheetah's attack before responding.
Captain Stacy: She hit the bank early this morning, right when it opened. It was a well coordinated strike. My theory is she knew our patrol schedules and response times. It's like she had everything timed perfectly, exploiting the gaps in our coverage.
Cyclops: (thoughtful) Sounds like she did her homework. We need to figure out how she got that information and stop her before she tries something like this again.
Cyclops: Sounds like she knew our moves before we made them. Do you have any leads on where she might be heading next?
Captain Stacy shakes his head.
Captain Stacy: Not yet, but we're working on it. She's cunning, but she'll slip up eventually. We'll keep you posted if we find anything.
Captain Stacy approaches Cyclops, eyeing the damaged suit with concern.
Captain Stacy: Your suit took quite a beating back there. You need a replacement.
Cyclops hesitates, unsure how much to reveal about his suit's significance.
Cyclops: It's nothing, really. Just a personal thing.
Captain Stacy narrows his eyes, sensing there's more to the story.
Captain Stacy: Look, I know someone who might be able to help you out. He's a bit of a character love reading comic's himself, but he's got connections. His name's Stan Lee.
Cyclops raises an eyebrow, intrigued by the offer.
Cyclops: Stan Lee? What does he have to do with a suits?
Captain Stacy chuckles, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
Captain Stacy: Stan knows a thing or two about everything, my friend. And when it comes to heroes like you, he's the man to see. Trust me on this.
Cyclops considers the offer, appreciating Captain Stacy's willingness to help.
Cyclops: Alright, Captain. I'll take you up on that. Where can I find this Stan Lee?
Captain Stacy: I'll give you his contact info. Just tell him I sent you. And by the way, nice magenta hair. Adds a bit of flair to the hero gig.
Captain Stacy rummages through his pockets, finally retrieving a crumpled piece of paper. He smooths it out, revealing an address scrawled in bold letters.
Captain Stacy: Here you go, Cyclops. This is the address of Stan Lee's workplace. He's usually there during the day. Just tell him I sent you, and he'll take care of you.
Cyclops accepts the paper, studying the address with curiosity.
Cyclops: Thanks, Captain. I appreciate it.
He tucks the paper safely into his pocket.
Cyclops grins, grateful for the compliment.
Cyclops: Thanks, Captain. I'll be in touch.
With a nod of farewell, Cyclops heads off, feeling hopeful that Stan Lee might just be the solution to his suit troubles.
Cheetah watches from a shadowy perch, her amber eyes gleaming with a mix of frustration and determination. She clenches her fists, her claws extending slightly as she whispers to herself.
Cheetah: This won't be the end, Cyclops. You may have won this round, but I'll be back. And next time, I'll be ready for you!
-18 Minutes Later-
Zack, disguised with a paper bag over his head, stands nervously in front of the door, his heart pounding with anticipation.
He takes a deep breath before knocking.
"Knock knock"
The door creaks open, revealing an elderly man with a warm smile.
Stan Lee: Well, hello there! How can I help you, young man?
Zack hesitates for a moment before responding, trying to sound confident.
Zack: Uh, hi. My name is Cyclops. Captain Stacy sent me. He said you could help me with something.
Stan Lee's eyes light up with recognition.
Stan Lee: Ah, Captain Stacy! Of course, of course. Come on in, Cyclops.
Zack breathes a sigh of relief as he steps inside the shop, the door closing behind him.
Inside, the shop is filled with various fabrics, sewing machines, and costume designs scattered around. Stan Lee leads Zack to a cluttered workbench in the corner.
Zack: Alright, Mr. Lee. Thanks for agreeing to help me out.
Stan Lee smiles kindly and places a reassuring hand on Zack's shoulder.
Stan Lee: It's no problem at all, son. And remember, you can call me Stan.
Zack nods, a sense of gratitude washing over him as he prepares to explain his request.
Zack: Thanks, Stan. I really appreciate it. You see, I need a new suit. Something perfect. The one I have now...
He gestures to the torn and tattered remnants of his current suit, his frustration evident.
Zack: ...it's just not cutting it anymore. And I want something different this time. No utility belt.
Stan Lee listens intently, nodding thoughtfully as Zack explains his vision for the suit.
Stan Lee: Noted, son. Leave it to me. You come back in a next days, and I'll have something ready for you.
Zack nods in agreement, feeling a renewed sense of hope for the future.
Zack: Thanks again, Stan. I'll see you in a next days.
With that, Zack turns to leave the shop, the paper bag still concealing his identity.
As he steps outside into the bustling streets of New York, Zack can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him.
Zack steps out onto the sidewalk, the bustling sounds of New York City surrounding him. With a sense of determination, he reaches up and removes the paper bag from his head, tossing it casually into a nearby trash can.
Zack: Guess I'll need a new disguise by next days.
He chuckles to himself, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders now that he's taken the first step towards getting a new suit.
Zack walks briskly through a bustling city street, lost in thought. Suddenly, he collides with a purple-haired woman with striking turquoise eyes. Papers fly everywhere as they bump into each other.
Zack: (apologetically) Oh, I'm sorry! Are you okay?
The woman regains her composure, a gentle smile gracing her lips despite the mishap.
Aiko: (smiling) No worries, I'm fine. Thank you for asking.
Curious, Aiko studies Zack for a moment before initiating a conversation.
Aiko: What's your name?
Zack responds, a friendly expression on his face.
Zack: Zack Summer. And yours?
Aiko introduces herself, her voice soft yet confident.
Aiko: Aiko Inoue. Nice to meet you, Zack.
Zack seems intrigued by Aiko's name, prompting a question.
Zack: Japanese?
Aiko nods, confirming Zack's assumption with a gentle smile.
Aiko: Yes, I am. My family moved here a few years ago.
As they exchange pleasantries, Aiko's mind wanders briefly, noticing Zack's handsome features and contrasting them with thoughts of her current relationship.
Aiko (thought bubble): He's quite handsome... despite me dating a random man i always found in the internet and always a single mother but i-i need his...
Aiko's sudden boldness catches Zack off guard as she grabs his hand with a blush on her face.
Aiko: Come with me.
Zack: (surprised) Umm...
Zack hesitates for a moment before agreeing, his expression a mixture of curiosity and anticipation.
Zack: Okay...
Aiko leads Zack to a nearby love hotel, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment and excitement.
Inside the dimly lit room, Aiko takes the lead, paying for the room with a confident yet nervous demeanor.
As they enter the room, Zack's anticipation grows. He knows what lies ahead and jests with Aiko, his tone playful.
Zack: Looks like I'm in for some fun, huh?
Aiko leans in, her lips drawing closer to Zack's. The tension in the air palpable as their kiss ignites a passionate encounter.
Zack's hands move with purpose as he reaches for Aiko's shirt collar, his expression determined.
Zack: (thought bubble) What's this?
With a swift motion, Zack pulls down her shirt collar, revealing a collar around her neck with the inscription "BBC Only."
Zack's eyes narrow in disapproval as he grabs the collar and ear accessories, tossing them aside with disdain.
Zack: That thing is disturbing.
Aiko looks puzzled as she watches Zack discard the collar and accessories, her curiosity piqued.
Aiko: Why did you throw that?
Zack smirks, his gaze meeting Aiko's as they share a moment of understanding.
Zack: Because you don't need it.
Their lips meet once more in a passionate kiss, the remnants of the discarded items forgotten as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.
Zack start taking off his clothes and once he made it to his boxers
Aiko: Stop! Let me take those off for you~
She then gets down on her knees and grabs the top of my boxers with her teeth. She then starts pulling them down with her teeth. Zack semi hard member spring out of it's fabric prison. Zack member flops on Scarlet's face.
Aiko: (Gulps) Oh my~ I wasn't expecting this.
Aiko starts licking around his tip. She then starts sucking on it.
Zack: W-Wow, you're really good at this!
Aiko: (Mouth full) Mmm?
She start going faster until Zack finally came. She's now swallowing Zack cum. And with that he shots long white ropes in her mouth. It was too much for her where it starts spilling out her mouth.
Aiko: (Swallowing and Licking) Wow, that felt really good in my throat and delicious~
She then starts taking off her clothes.
Aiko: So, what do you think~
Zack: I think you're hot and sexy~
-6 Hours Later-
Aiko awakens from her slumber, the afternoon light filtering through the curtains of the love hotel room. She finds herself alone in bed, a sense of emptiness washing over her.
Aiko: (mumbling to herself) Where's Zack?
Her gaze falls upon a folded piece of paper resting on the bedside table. Curiosity piqued, she reaches for it and unfolds the note, reading its contents.
Aiko's eyes scan the handwritten message, her expression shifting to one of understanding mixed with a hint of disappointment.
The note reveals Zack's reason for leaving a mention of needing to return home to avoid his mother's wrath for being late. Aiko sighs softly, realizing he had to depart abruptly.
Aiko's disappointment fades as she reads Zack's note, explaining that he had to leave for home to avoid being scolded by his mom for being late. Despite her longing for his presence, she can't help but smile, reminiscing about the passionate moments they shared just hours ago.
Aiko begins to dress herself, her movements slow and contemplative. She murmurs softly to herself, considering the consequences of her intimate encounter with Zack.
Back to our favorite hero Zack arrives home, carrying a bag of food for Jeffrey, his pet landshark. He notices that his mom hasn't arrived yet and calls out to Jeffrey with a smile.
Zack: (calling out) Hey, Jeffrey! I'm back!
Excitedly, Jeffrey rushes towards Zack, thinking his beloved owner has returned to shower him with affection.
To Zack's surprise, instead of receiving a warm hug from Jeffrey, the landshark dives straight for the plastic bag of food, sinking his teeth into it with gusto.
Zack, slightly irritated, watches as Jeffrey ravages the bag, completely ignoring his attempts at affection.
Zack: (annoyed) Hey! That's for you, not the bag!
In a comical chase, Zack tries to catch Jeffrey, who's now gleefully running around with the bag still clenched in his jaws.
Just as Zack reaches out to grab Jeffrey, he trips over something on the floor, losing his balance.
Zack falls to the ground with a loud thud, shouting Jeffrey's name in frustration like Dave Seville Style.
Zack: (shouting) JEFFREY!!!
In the end Zack lying on the floor, Jeffrey still happily munching on the bag of food, unaware of the chaos he's caused.
Meanwhile to our favorite legendary himself Stan Lee, is in his workshop. Tools, sketches and fabrics are spread across the room. He carefully adds the finishing touches to a new suit on a mannequin.
Stan Lee: (focused) Just a few more stitches...
Stan steps back, wiping his brow with satisfaction. The new Cyclops suit stands proudly on the mannequin, showcasing a sleek blue design with individual uniform tweaks. The main change is the replacement of his suit is small yellow part with blue on the chest and no longer have the utility belt.
Stan Lee: (smiling) Finally, it's done.
Stan takes a closer look at the suit, examining the details with a discerning eye. The blue fabric gleams under the light, with the iconic visor and streamlined design making the suit look both classic and powerful.
Stan Lee: (proudly) A fresh look for a new era.
He steps back again, crossing his arms and admiring his handiwork. The room is filled with a sense of accomplishment and nostalgia.
Stan Lee: (reflectively) Hope you like it, kid. This one's special.
-Next Day-
Morning light filters through the trees as Zack stands beside his parked Ducati Monster 797 on a quiet street. A traffic officer, wearing a stern expression, approaches Zack with a notepad in hand.
Traffic Officer: Do you have a driver's license, young man?
zack fumbles through his wallet, pulling out his driver's license. His expression is a mix of anxiety and determination.
Zack: Yes, officer. Here it is.
The traffic officer takes the license and examines it closely. Zack watches him intently, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.
The officer's face softens slightly as he hands the license back to Zack.
Traffic Officer: You're pretty young to be riding a Ducati. Everything looks in order, though. Just be careful out there.
Zack, now visibly relieved, nods and takes his license back.
Zack: Thank you, officer. I will.
The officer gives Zack a small, approving nod before walking away. Zack watches him go, a mixture of relief and pride on his face.
Zack hops back on his Ducati, taking a deep breath and putting on his helmet. In the background, the city moves on, oblivious to the small drama that just unfolded.
The traffic officer watches Zack start up his Ducati, still slightly amused by the encounter. As Zack rides away, the officer shakes his head with a chuckle.
Traffic Officer: Kids these days.
Zack pulls up to the Jollibee drive-thru on his Ducati, the sound of the engine humming softly.
A cheerful Jollibee employee greets Zack at the window, ready to take his order. Zack, helmet off, leans in with a smile.
Zack: Good morning! I'll have two Burger Yum and two Burger Steak, please.
The employee nods enthusiastically, punching in Zack's order on the register with a sunny disposition.
Jollibee Employee: Coming right up! Anything else for you today?
Zack shakes his head, content with his selection.
Zack: Nope, that's all. Thanks a bunch!
While waiting for his order, Zack takes in the sights and sounds of the lively morning drive-thru scene.
The Jollibee employee returns with a large bag filled with Zack's order, handing it over with a smile.
Jollibee Employee: Here you go! Enjoy your meal and have a fantastic day!
Zack accepts the bag with a grateful nod, his excitement evident.
Zack: Thanks a lot! You too!
With his order secured, Zack revs up his Ducati and rides off into the morning, the aroma of delicious Jollibee food filling the air as he heads Stan Lee'S workshop to indulge in his breakfast.
Zack pulls up to Stan Lee's workshop on his Ducati Monster 797. The workshop's sign proudly displays Stan's name alongside various superhero emblems.
Zack, still wearing his helmet to conceal his identity, dismounts his bike and heads towards the entrance, the excitement palpable in his demeanor.
Inside the workshop, Stan Lee stands with anticipation, holding out a sleek blue costume reminiscent of the classic Cyclops suit.
Stan Lee: Ta-da! Here it is, Zack! Your new suit!
Zack, still masked, eyes the suit with a mix of awe and determination.
Zack: Wow, it looks incredible, Stan! Thanks.
Stan, with a warm smile, claps Zack on the back, proud of his handiwork.
Stan Lee: Glad you like it, Cyclops! It was a joy to craft something special for you.
Zack nods appreciatively, a sense of purpose washing over him.
Zack: Thanks, Stan. It means a lot.
Zack, now standing in the workshop beside Stan Lee, looks at him with a curious expression.
Zack: Hey, Stan, I've been meaning to ask... How much do I owe you for this awesome suit?
Stan, with a grin on his face, waves off Zack's concern.
Stan Lee: Oh, don't you worry about that, Cyclops! Consider it a gift from one hero to another.
Zack's eyes widen in surprise and gratitude at Stan's generosity.
Zack: Seriously? But this must have taken a lot of time and effort...
Stan places a reassuring hand on Zack's shoulder, his smile warm and sincere.
Stan Lee: It's my pleasure, Cyclops. Heroes need to support each other, right?
Zack's expression softens as he realizes the depth of Stan's kindness.
Zack: Thank you, Stan. I really appreciate it.
Stan Lee gestures towards a covered object in the corner of the workshop, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Stan Lee: Oh, I almost forgot! I've got something else to show you, Cyclops.
Zack, still in his Cyclops helmet, looks intrigued as he follows Stan's gaze towards the covered object.
Zack: Another suit? What's this one about?
With a flourish, Stan pulls away the cover, revealing a sleek black leather suit with intricate designs.
Zack's eyes widen in surprise and awe at the sight of the second suit.
Zack: Whoa... This is incredible! But why another suit?
Stan chuckles, his eyes twinkling with amusement at Zack's reaction.
Stan Lee: Consider it a backup, just in case you need to switch up your look or handle a different situation.
Zack nods appreciatively, impressed by Stan's foresight.
Zack: That makes sense. Thanks, Stan! You've really outdone yourself.
Stan beams proudly at Zack's reaction, pleased to have impressed the young hero.
Stan Lee: It's my pleasure, Cyclops. Just remember, with great power comes great responsibility!
Zack looks puzzled, tilting his head in confusion at Stan's words.
Zack: "With great power comes great responsibility"? What's that supposed to mean?
Stan Lee pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he prepares to explain.
Stan Lee: It means that when you have the ability to do something extraordinary, you also have a duty to use that power wisely.
Stan gestures emphatically as he elaborates on the concept.
Stan Lee: You're not just a regular guy anymore, Cyclops. You have the power to make a real difference in the world, and that means you have to be careful how you wield it.
Zack listens intently, absorbing Stan's words with newfound understanding.
Zack: So, it's like... I have to be responsible for how I use my powers. To protect people, not hurt them.
Stan nods, a proud smile on his face as Zack grasps the concept.
Stan Lee: Exactly, Cyclops. It's about using your gifts for the greater good, and always considering the consequences of your actions.
Zack nods, determination shining in his eyes as he takes Stan's words to heart.
Zack: Got it, Stan. I'll will remember that.
Zack extends the burger yum towards Stan Lee with a grateful smile, the aroma of the fast food filling the workshop.
Zack: Thanks for everything, Stan. This burger yum's on me.
Stan Lee accepts the burger yum with a hearty chuckle, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Stan Lee: Well, I can't say no to a burger yum! Thanks, Cyclops. Always a pleasure working with you.
Zack nods, a sense of camaraderie between them as they share this moment.
Zack: Take care, Stan. And thanks again for the second suit.
Stan waves farewell as Zack heads for the door, the sounds of the city waiting beyond.
Stan Lee: Anytime, Cyclops! Stay safe out there, and don't forget what we talked about!
Zack glances back over his shoulder with a determined expression, his hand gripping the bag containing the two suits.
Zack: I won't, Stan. See you around!
As Zack exits the workshop, the door swings shut behind him, leaving Stan Lee alone with his workbench and memories of another successful collaboration.
The atmosphere in the workshop shifts as a powerful presence fills the room. Stan Lee turns to see the awe-inspiring figure of The Presence materialize before him.
Stan Lee: (surprised) Well, if it isn't The Presence! To what do I owe the pleasure?
The Presence regards Stan Lee with a knowing smile, his expression a mixture of curiosity and approval.
The Presence: Your work here is finished, Stanley. Tell me, what have you created?
Stan Lee gestures towards the door, where Zack, now bearing the burden and potential of the Cyclops mantle, strides confidently into the world.
Stan Lee: Take a look for yourself. That boy will grow up to be a wise man, a hero for this generation.
The Presence observes Zack with a keen gaze, nodding in acknowledgment of Stan Lee's words.
The Presence: (thoughtfully) Wisdom is a rare gift indeed. May he wield it well in the battles to come.
With a final nod to Stan Lee, The Presence fades from the workshop, leaving behind a sense of reassurance and purpose.
Stan Lee watches Zack depart, his expression one of pride and hope for the hero's future.
Stan Lee: (quietly) Go forth, Cyclops. The world awaits your light.