New York, Bayville.
Within the hallowed halls of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, a serene silence blanketed the atmosphere, broken only by the faint hum of advanced machinery. In a dimly lit chamber, a bald man sat in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the massive array of screens before him. His head was adorned with a sleek, intricate helmet—a device known as Cerebro. This man was none other than Professor Charles Xavier, or simply, Professor X, the visionary leader of the institute.
Using Cerebro, Charles extended his mind outward, linking to every consciousness on Earth in search of a new mutant to welcome into the school. His psychic reach sifted through countless minds, seeking individuals whose abilities might aid in harnessing the chaos and preventing further tragedies. His mission was not merely to train mutants but to foster understanding and ensure peace between them and humanity.
Charles knew all too well the fear and suspicion with which humanity viewed mutants. It was a sentiment he could not wholly dismiss, for even he recognized the latent danger some mutants posed. Yet, despite these concerns, he remained steadfast in his resolve to guide and protect both worlds, striving to prevent conflict from spiraling beyond control.
'Huh?' Charles suddenly picked up a faint yet distinct presence amidst the countless minds. Narrowing his focus, he traced it to a young boy strolling casually through dimly lit streets. The boy's knuckles bore faint traces of blood, but his movements were relaxed, his breathing steady—a stark contrast to the group of thugs sprawled on the ground behind him, groaning in pain. Their wallets and cash now rested in the boy's hands, but his demeanor suggested the entire encounter had been little more than a mild inconvenience.
Charles observed quietly, piecing together the boy's circumstances. It was clear he hadn't attacked unprovoked; the violence was an efficient act of self-defense. The stolen money, Charles surmised, wasn't out of greed but necessity. The boy's worn clothes and composed yet guarded expression told the story of an orphan surviving on the streets with calculated resilience.
As Charles delved deeper, attempting to uncover more about the enigmatic child, he froze. The boy stopped mid-step, tilting his head slightly as though sensing something. Slowly, his gaze lifted, calm but sharp, locking directly onto Charles.
Charles tensed, unprepared for this moment. Never before had someone so young and untrained brushed off his psychic presence with such ease—or confronted it with such poise.
'You know, peeking into my mind is a bad idea?' He was further taken aback by the boy's ability to respond to him, a feat few could achieve, let alone with such calmness. For a moment, Charles hesitated, the unexpected encounter unsettling him. Quickly, he composed himself, steadying his thoughts before addressing the boy.
'Apologies. I mean no harm. My name is Charles Xavier, a professor and founder of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters like yourself.' Charles spoke to him, his tone calm yet earnest, hoping to reach the boy's guarded heart. Deep down, he knew the risks this child faced—the kind of attention his abilities would attract from those who sought to exploit and experiment on him. Charles's words carried a silent plea, driven by the hope of saving the boy from such a cruel fate.
'Ah, I heard of you. I think Stryker and Trask mention you.' Those names sent a jolt of alarm through Charles's mind. Panic surged as he pieced it together—the boy wasn't just a troubled orphan but an escaped mutant. Someone who had likely endured torment at the hands of those who sought to exploit his abilities.
This revelation left no room for hesitation. Charles knew the urgency of the situation; he had to locate the boy immediately before others found him first.
'Those two…I'm sorry you suffered…' Charles felt a sharp ache in his chest, the weight of the boy's likely suffering pressing heavily on him. The thought of what the child might have endured—experimentation, isolation, fear—gnawed at his conscience.
'Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault anyway. That aside, I am Adam Ila'ah, or Number 682 but I dislike that name.'
Upon hearing the number, Charles's heart sank. The sheer scale of it was staggering—a chilling revelation of how many mutants had been exploited, used, and ultimately discarded by the government in their relentless pursuit of creating weapons.
The thought of so many lives extinguished, each one a potential future lost, filled him with a profound sense of grief and anger.
'Alright Adam, I will come and bring you to my school. I shall provide you enough that you won't steal from anymore.' He said locking the location of the boy through searching the memories of nearby humans.
'Sure, I'll wait.' Adam shrugged off as if it wasn't an inconvenience. Charles sighs in relief hoping to meet him and come to his school safely. He came off the link and immediately called out to someone.
It was a beautiful young woman with long white hair and dark chocolate skinned currently conjuring a storm cloud that watered the indoor plants around her. She wore a blue sweater that showed her bare shoulder and yoga pants that tightly wrapped around her legs.
'Storm.' A voice rang through her mind as she briefly halted.
'Professor? Is there something wrong?' She asked, hearing the distressed tone that he was showing.
'I need you to prefer the jet and call on the team. There's a mutant that needs to be brought to us immediately. I'll be joining you this time.' Charles showed a level of urgency that Storm or Ororo Munroe went to action.
'Consider it done, professor.' She immediately left the room and prepared to leave.
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Location unknown. North America.
It's been at least a week since Adam escaped his home. He was not worried about being found since he had adapted and made some psychic abilities that made anyone who saw his face not recognize him even though they tried.
Perhaps a powerful psychic could find him but that's near impossible. Adam also reconstructed and adapted to not being found by any mutant detection.
"Man, how I miss eating this." Adam was on the rooftop eating his burger and fries while drinking soda. He was not fed after adapting to not die of hunger.
Adam has a nearly countless level of immortality that he was unstoppable. Perhaps only the one who brought him into this world would be able to harm him?
"I wonder what universe I am in? 616? Evolution? MCU? Maybe it's a mix of alternate universes?" Adam takes everything at face value when Marvel has numerous what if and alternative universes that it is difficult to know what exactly the universe he was in.
Adam sighs, taking a bit of his food despite his lack of necessity to eat doesn't mean he didn't want to. He enjoyed the flavor of the food.
"Man, the only thing I want to do is help my hero, Spiderman."
He felt bitter at how the outcome of the Spider man series had gone to crap and the writers literally self inserted themselves as Paul.
Spiderman or Peter has always been an icon to his life where the quote of "Great Power Comes Great Responsibility" kept him from falling to despair.
Though, he dislikes how this trauma made him feel obligated to not have a life of his own. For fuck sake he is a genius and could easily create a company. Or better yet, he has allies that could collaborate and create a company with!
"Now I'm just ranting." Adam said leap down into the streets heading out into the outskirts where he had been living for the past week. As he was alone suddenly sensed someone and turned to see an old man wearing Red and purple armor. Similarly colored helmet. Purple cape. Floating amongst a cloud of metallic debris.
"Hello there, young man."
The fuck? This was the first thought that came into his mind upon seeing Magneto! He didn't expect that he would be found by him this early. Perhaps some mutant that has powers unknown to him was able to give Magneto the precise location he was. He wasn't alone, there was sabertooth and Pyro with him as well as the juggernaut.
"General Kenobi." Adam snicker unable to stop himself from making a joke that even Pyro laughed at his joke while Sabertooth growled and the other man frowned.
"No, I am not whoever that is. I am Magneto, the leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants, a group of Mutants that have banded together to fight against the oppression exerted upon us by this world, and to ensure the survival and victory of the Homo Superior. Mutantkind."
Frankly, Adam don't hate Magneto considering how fucked up the world and life he lives in. Both he and Charles have flaws in their pursuit for their kind. Charles is good yet naive while Eric is bad yet realistic.
"...I see. I did suffer a fair share of oppression." Adam honestly feels conflicted because he agrees with Magneto and wants to stop the hate but at same time his decision was too brutal.
"You somehow found me and decided to try to recruit a new mutant into your group. Is that it?"
"Correct. You may not be aware of this yet, howev- Logan, you should know better than engage me in combat by now."
The sentence that had begun at a genial tone had changed midway into naked mockery as Magneto moved his fingers, pulling a scowling Logan into view.
Despite the fact that Magneto had a hold over his entire skeleton, Adam could still see his muscles strain as he tried to attack the master of Magnetism. He stopped, however, a shit-eating grin on his face as he spoke in a savagely satisfied tone.
"Just acting as bait, Bub."
A massive bolt of lightning slammed into Magneto, hurling him through the air and sending him crashing far from where he had been floating. As he struggled to regain his bearings, a vision of beauty descended from the heavens, her form clad in a sleek, black bodysuit. Adam couldn't help but whistle in awe as the goddess-like figure floated down, commanding the attention of all with her presence.
Magneto, recovering quickly, retaliated, manipulating the debris around him into makeshift weapons. However, Storm's control over the weather effortlessly destroyed his attempts.
Realizing his efforts were futile, Magneto shifted tactics, retreating just as a laser beam shot past him, narrowly missing its mark. At that moment, Cyclops arrived, his ruby beam cutting through the air, joining forces with Jean Grey to confront the Juggernaut, each of them determined to stop the unstoppable force.
"Are you alright?" Storm moved closer to him while Adam shrugged it off.
"I'm fine. Nothing could really hurt me." He answered while Ororo wondered what kind of life he lived but she had to focus on taking care of their enemy.
"Raaaaaghh!"
"Ughhhhhhh!"
He turned towards the source of the grunts, his eyes narrowing as he observed the fierce struggle between Wolverine and Sabretooth. Both mutants fought with relentless ferocity, their healing factors making it clear that their attempts to kill each other were futile, yet they continued to clash with every ounce of rage in their bodies.
Suddenly, a fireball soared through the air, heading directly toward Adam. In an instant, everyone's attention shifted as the flames engulfed him, his body set ablaze by Pyro's fiery assault.
"You fool! Why did you kill him!" Magneto shouted in anger. He didn't care if that boy refuses and wouldn't resort in this kind of cruelty.
"He doesn't have the guts to do what we do! He's going to betray us sooner or later! I simply removed a pont—Gaah!" Before he could finish his words was suddenly grabbed by a hand from the flames and Storm sigh in relief seeing the boy unscathed by the flames believing it has to with his mutant powers.
"Man…Your flame is weak as shit. Is this the best you got?" His gaze peered into Pyro's eyes, burying his lifeless eyes into his soul. Adam had been burned in flames and acid endlessly that it hardly made him feel anything.
He suddenly sensed danger and threw Pyro away as he struck Juggernaut and this pushed Adam inches away from his position and adapted to the attack.
"What!? How did you take my attack!" Juggernaut was baffled that someone scrawny would be able to shrug off the attack.
"I built a different, dickface." Adam's eyes glinted with amusement as he quickly assessed the Juggernaut's sheer size and strength, yet he wasn't fazed in the slightest. The sheer absurdity of it all made him grin. Juggernaut came charging at him with a thunderous roar, fists swinging with incredible force, but Adam effortlessly dodged, his movements almost casual.
"Oh, is that the best you've got?" Adam taunted, his voice light and mocking, as he danced around the massive mutant. With each swipe, Juggernaut's attack only seemed to push him further away, but Adam always seemed to be one step ahead, moving with ease as though toying with the brute.
"You're slow. Is this supposed to be a fight or a comedy routine?" Adam quipped, effortlessly sidestepping another punch. Juggernaut's frustration grew as he swung wildly, his rage clouding his judgment.
The ground cracked beneath Juggernaut's feet as he finally bellowed his infamous line.
"I AM THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH!" His voice echoed across the area as he lunged at Adam, his fists raised to crush him. But Adam didn't even flinch. He raised a hand, casually flicking a finger as he dodged yet another powerful punch. With a smirk, Adam replied.
"Yeah? Well, I'm a little busy for this bullshit," and with that, he moved in, delivering a precise strike that sent Juggernaut hurtling backward, crashing into a nearby wall with a deafening crash.
The battlefield went silent as the towering mutant groaned, trying to regain his bearings. Adam stood tall, brushing himself off as if he had just stepped out of a casual sparring match, his eyes filled with mock disappointment.
"Seriously, is that it?" Adam shook his head.
"I expected more. But hey, no hard feelings, big guy. You're just... too easy."
The Juggernaut groaned in disbelief, his immense form struggling to rise. Adam gave him one last, playful glance before turning his attention to the others, leaving the once-unbeatable Juggernaut lying defeated in his wake.