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In the shadow of the Cold War, tensions between global superpowers mirror a growing divide between humans and the emerging mutant population. Y/N Maximoff, a powerful mutant with abilities rooted in chaos magic and energy manipulation...
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Everyone stood gathered outside Hank's lab, staring at the handwritten note taped to the door.
Charles tore it off without hesitation and pushed the door open. A wave of sterile air and chaos greeted us. Papers scattered. Equipment overturned. Beakers cracked and leaking blue fluid onto the floor.
"What the hell happened here?" you muttered, stepping in beside Erik as you both surveyed the wreckage.
Charles moved further into the room, opening a large metal case marked with a bold "X" on the front. Inside, yellow-and-blue uniforms were neatly folded—untouched by the chaos.
We circled around him.
"Hank's been busy," Erik remarked, brows raised.
Alex poked at one of the suits. "Do we really have to wear these?"
Charles didn't look up. "As none of us mutated to withstand extreme G-force or being riddled with bullets... yes. I suggest we suit up."
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We regrouped in front of the jet, now wearing our new uniforms. The fabric was light but durable, and surprisingly comfortable. You glanced at Erik beside you, the suit fitting him with an ease that made your stomach flutter. He caught you looking and gave the smallest smirk.
"Where's Hank?" Raven asked suddenly, eyes scanning the hangar.
"I'm here," came a voice.
We all turned—and froze.
Hank stepped into the light, but he was... different.
Thicker, stronger. Blue fur now covered his body. His hands and feet were larger, claws extending slightly from his fingertips. But it was still him. Just more—evolved.
"Hank?" Charles asked, cautiously.
"It didn't attack the cells," Hank said, voice deeper, rougher. "It enhanced them. It didn't work."
You stared in disbelief. "No, Hank... it did."
"Yes, it did," Raven added, stepping forward. "Don't you see? This is who you were meant to be. No more hiding."
"You never looked better, man," Erik said, offering a friendly pat on the back.
But something shifted in Hank's eyes.
He growled—actually growled—and grabbed Erik by the throat, lifting him off the ground with one arm.
"Don't mock me," Hank snarled, his grip tightening. Erik's face began to darken, hints of purple creeping in as the air was choked from his lungs.
"Hank, put him down. Immediately," you said, your voice sharp as your hands sparked with faint blue energy.
