The Danger Room was alive with chaos, as Wally darted around the space, being relentlessly blasted by the training Sentinels. Each hit sent him skidding, sparks flying as his body collided with the metallic walls. His frustration boiled over, his voice echoing through the chamber.
Wally: ENOUGH!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down from nowhere, engulfing Wally in a blinding flash of yellow and white energy. When the light cleared, he was gone.
Logan, standing near the control console, furrowed his brow as he scanned the room. His claws were already extended in anticipation.
Logan: Where'd he go?
Before anyone could answer, a deafening metallic crunch resounded through the room. The Sentinels, one by one, began collapsing. Their heads were torn off, their chests caved in, sparks and oil spilling everywhere. In mere moments, every towering robot had been utterly dismantled, their remains scattered like discarded toys.
Logan: Two seconds... Damn. I messed up.
He turned to Hank and Ororo, who both had their arms crossed, glaring at him. Ororo's voice was stern but laced with exasperation.
Ororo: Yes, Logan. You really messed up.
Hank adjusted his glasses, his tone dry and sharp.
Hank: You unleashed chaos, as usual. Look behind you.
Logan's gut tightened as he slowly turned around. There, standing amidst the wreckage of the Sentinels, was Wally. His stance was unwavering, his figure radiating raw energy. His face vibrated at an unnatural speed, creating a distorted and haunting visage. His eyes glowed an ominous red, crackling faintly with the remnants of the lightning that had consumed him moments ago.
Logan: What in the hell…
Wally's voice, layered with the vibrations, was deep and distorted, echoing ominously through the room.
Wally: I told you... I've had enough.
A bolt of lightning flickered across his body, and the entire room seemed to grow still, the atmosphere heavy with tension. Logan instinctively readied himself, stepping in front of Hank and Ororo.
Logan: Kid, take it easy.
Wally tilted his head slightly, his glowing red eyes boring into Logan.
Wally: Take it easy? You threw me into this! Now look what you've done.
The room seemed to hum with energy as the air around Wally grew hotter, electricity sparking around him. Hank leaned over to Ororo, whispering.
Hank: We need to de-escalate this. Quickly.
Ororo nodded, stepping forward cautiously.
Ororo: Wally, I know you're angry, but we need to understand what's happening to you. Let us help.
Wally clenched his fists, his vibrating face beginning to slow slightly as his gaze shifted between them.
Wally: Help me? You started this. Now, you're all going to finish it.
With a deafening crack of thunder, the lights in the Danger Room flickered.
Wally knelt on the ground, his breath shallow, the faint yellow glow around him dissipating. Ororo and Hank were by his side, trying to stabilize him. Suddenly, Wally felt a soft but firm hand on his head.
Wally: What the fu—
Before he could finish, his body seized up, his eyes fluttering shut as he collapsed to the ground.
Logan: What the hell?!
Standing behind him, Rogue casually adjusted her gloves, her green and white hair catching the faint flicker of the danger room lights.
Rogue: Ah figured he needed a lil' nap. Poor thing was gonna burn himself out.
Ororo shot Rogue a sharp look, concern flashing across her face.
Ororo: Rogue, was that necessary? He's unstable enough without you draining him.
Rogue shrugged, her Southern drawl as nonchalant as ever.
Rogue: Relax, 'Ro. Ah didn't take much. Just enough to calm him down. He'll be fine in a few hours.
Hank crouched by Wally, scanning him again with his tablet.
Hank: Vital signs are steadying... It seems Rogue's intervention stabilized him. Though I must stress, this was incredibly risky.
Logan crossed his arms, glaring at Rogue.
Logan: You better hope he wakes up fine, kid. He's been through enough without you playing your games.
Rogue shot Logan a sharp glare of her own.
Rogue: Games? Logan, Ah just saved his hide! If ya'll hadn't pushed him so hard, Ah wouldn't have needed to step in.
Ororo: Enough, both of you. This isn't helping.
The tension in the room hung thick as they all turned to look at Wally, who lay motionless on the ground, his face finally still, his breathing even.
Ororo sighed, her voice softer now.
Ororo: Let's get him to the medbay. And no more surprises, agreed?
Logan and Rogue exchanged a reluctant glance before nodding.
Rogue: Fine by me. But Ah stand by what Ah did. Sometimes, y'all need a little help, even if ya don't wanna admit it.
Logan grunted but didn't argue further as Hank gently lifted Wally's unconscious form.
Hank: Let's focus on getting him the rest he needs. We can sort out the rest later.
The group left the Danger Room, the faint hum of its systems echoing behind them as the doors slid shut.
-Next Day, Location:Abandoned Military Base in Hawaii-
The vast expanse of the abandoned military base stretched out before them, the early morning sunlight glinting off rusted equipment. Wally crouched on the cracked tarmac, adjusting the tight yellow-and-black X-Men spandex suit he was wearing. Hank stood a few feet away, engrossed in his tablet, monitoring the intricate readouts of Wally's vitals and performance metrics.
Wally: Hank, I'm telling you, this suit is way too tight around my crotch! It's like you made it two sizes smaller on purpose!
Hank didn't look up, his tone calm but distracted.
Hank: It's designed for aerodynamic efficiency, Wally. And trust me, your "discomfort" is secondary to the data we're collecting. Now, are you ready?
Wally adjusted his goggles, grumbling under his breath.
Wally: Yeah, yeah, I'm ready. But if I lose circulation down there, you owe me a new suit.
Hank smirked briefly but kept his eyes on the tablet.
Hank: Duly noted. Now focus. On my mark…
Wally crouched lower, his fingers digging into the cracked asphalt, his body vibrating faintly with anticipation.
Hank: Three… two… one… go!
Wally shot off like a bolt of lightning, the ground cracking beneath him as he accelerated to an unimaginable speed. The air around him shimmered, leaving a faint trail of yellow lightning crackling in his wake.
Hank: Incredible! 10,000 miles per hour in just 20 picoseconds! He's breaking every limit we've ever recorded.
Wally zoomed around the perimeter of the base, his speed creating shockwaves that shook the surrounding structures. The air around him shimmered with heat and kinetic energy.
Wally (over comms): Hey, Hank, is this fast enough, or do I need to kick it up another notch?
Hank: Let's not push it too far just yet. We're collecting invaluable data as it is. Maintain this speed for another 30 seconds if you can.
Wally: Copy that, Doc.
As Wally looped around the base, Hank marveled at the readings.
Hank: His cells are generating energy at an exponential rate, far beyond anything I anticipated. If we can harness and control this…
Wally (interrupting): Uh, Hank? The ground's kinda starting to look like a blur. Is that normal?
Hank: Yes, that's expected at these speeds. Just keep your focus and—
Before Hank could finish, a sonic boom rippled through the air as Wally pushed himself faster. Hank's tablet flashed with warning signs.
Hank: Wally, that's enough! Slow down!
Wally skidded to a halt, the ground beneath him scorched from the friction. He staggered slightly, catching his breath, as faint steam rose from his suit.
Wally: Okay, that was… intense. And, Hank, I'm still saying this suit needs some adjustments.
Hank chuckled, walking over with his tablet.
Hank: Noted. But Wally, you just achieved something extraordinary. Your potential is limitless.
Wally smirked, wiping sweat from his brow.
Wally: Yeah, well, let's just hope I can put it to good use. And maybe avoid wearing a speedo next time.
Hank: Deal.
Wally, still adjusting to the tight fit of his red-and-yellow X-Men suit, stood awkwardly in front of Hank's makeshift station. He shifted uncomfortably, once again tugging at the crotch area.
Wally: I swear, Hank, this thing is tighter than my high school gym shorts… I can barely breathe down there.
Hank, absorbed in his tablet, barely looked up.
Hank: Wally, it's meant to be tight, it's calibrated to your body and speed. Focus on your performance, not your personal discomfort.
Wally let out a heavy sigh and rolled his eyes.
Wally: Easy for you to say, your suit's probably made of something that doesn't squish all the important parts.
Just then, a familiar voice echoed across the training area.
Professor X: Wally, come here, please.
Wally turned to see Professor Charles Xavier, who had rolled into the area in his wheelchair, his serene expression unwavering.
Wally: Oh, hey, Professor. What's up?
He limped over with his forearm crutches, still not quite used to walking with them. As he approached, he knelt down before the professor, a respectful gesture he had quickly grown accustomed to.
Wally: What do you need, Professor?
Professor X gave him a warm, almost knowing smile.
Professor X: Wally, Hank's suit may be a temporary solution, but I believe it's time for you to have something more fitting.
He gestured with a nod to Ororo, who had been standing nearby. Ororo, with her ever-composed demeanor, stepped forward, her presence commanding as always.
Ororo: Follow me, Wally.
Wally blinked, a bit confused but curious. He stood and followed Ororo, as she led him toward the back of the room, where a new suit hung on a display stand.
Wally: Wait, what's going on? Another suit?
Ororo smiled softly.
Ororo: Yes, Wally. We've been working on this for you. It's based on your abilities, but with a few modifications that should be far more comfortable.
As Ororo reached for the new suit, Wally's eyes widened in recognition of its design. It was sleek, red with yellow accents, and a prominent lightning bolt emblem across the chest.
Wally: No way… is that…
Ororo: It's your new suit, Wally. Created by the team, with specific design features to accommodate your speed and powers. It should be a much better fit than the previous one.
Wally stepped closer, running a hand over the smooth fabric. His eyes glowed with a mix of admiration and curiosity.
Wally: You guys… really did this for me?
Ororo: We did. It's a reflection of who you are, Wally. Your powers, your speed, and most importantly, your place here with us.
Wally looked back at the professor, who nodded encouragingly.
Professor X: You are a part of this family now, Wally. This suit is just a symbol of that. But remember, your true power lies within, not in the fabric you wear.
Wally gave a small grin, feeling both humbled and a bit awkward. He looked at Ororo, then back at the suit, and let out a breath.
Wally: Well… I gotta admit, the lightning bolt is pretty cool. Alright, I'm in.
He grabbed the suit, nodding at Ororo with a grateful smile.
Wally: Thanks, Ororo. And, uh… I'll try not to complain about how tight it is this time.
Ororo chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling with warmth.
Ororo: No promises, Wally. But I think you'll find this one much more comfortable. Now, go ahead and change.
Wally grinned and gave her a nod, walking off to change into his new suit, feeling a little more at ease with his place among the X-Men.
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the advanced equipment in the corner. Professor X, Ororo, and Hank McCoy stood together, their expressions serious. Wally had just left to change into his new suit, and the conversation had quickly turned to his powers.
Ororo, her gaze focused on Professor X, broke the silence.
Ororo: So, what level would you say Wally is, Professor?
Professor X looked thoughtful for a moment, his hands resting lightly on his wheelchair. His voice was steady but laced with the weight of what he was about to say.
Professor X: I believe he's somewhere around Alpha-Level Mutant, or possibly even an Omega-Level mutant. His speed, his ability to tap into the speed force… it goes beyond anything we've seen before. He might even be beyond Omega Classification.
Hank McCoy, who had been scanning his tablet for more data on Wally's vitals and performance, glanced up in disbelief.
Hank: Wait a minute... are you suggesting he could be on the same level as Apocalypse or Mr. Sinister?
Professor X met Hank's gaze, his expression firm.
Professor X: Yes, Hank. If Wally truly is an Omega-Level mutant or somewhere close to it then yes, his power would place him in the same category as beings like Apocalypse. His potential is far greater than any of us can fully comprehend at this point.
Ororo frowned slightly, concern etched on her face as she looked at the professor.
Ororo: And if he's truly Omega-level, then what does that mean for the future?
Professor X: It means he could be a game-changer. A weapon of great potential, yes, but also a responsibility. His powers could either save or destroy if misused. We must help him learn to control them, but we also need to be cautious he could very well become a force beyond even our understanding.
Hank couldn't help but let out a low chuckle, half in disbelief, half in awe.
Hank: Apocalypse or Mr. Sinister? I mean... what are we dealing with here? The kid's got the speed to move faster than time itself. And if he's at that level, it's not just a matter of keeping him safe. It's about making sure he doesn't lose control.
Ororo: We've seen what happens when a mutant like that goes unchecked. I don't want to think about it, but if Wally ever loses his grasp on his abilities, he could be a danger to all of us.
Professor X's voice softened, as if acknowledging the weight of the responsibility that now rested on his shoulders and theirs.
Professor X: We have to make sure Wally understands the value of his power. He doesn't know his full potential yet, and until he does, we need to guide him. There's no telling what might happen if someone with his abilities ever falls into the wrong hands.
Hank nodded, eyes wide with understanding.
Hank: We won't let that happen. But we need to be prepared... for anything.
The three of them stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their conversation sinking in.
Ororo: We have to help him control his powers... before they control him.
Professor X: Indeed. We have to hope he's ready for what lies ahead because the world will not wait for him to catch up.
To Be Continued...