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Chapter Title: "Just Another Totally Average Breakdown"
POV: Leon Walter
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Leon – Still Today. Somehow.
I told myself I was going to go home, shower off the "paranoia sweat," and maybe spend the evening playing that one online game where everyone calls each other "bro" and rage-quits after five minutes.
I lied to myself.
Because instead, I ended up at the edge of the school roof.
Not dramatically—no cape fluttering in the wind, no sad boy stare at the stars. I was just... standing there. Because I could.
The wind didn't bother me. The height didn't scare me. I didn't even remember climbing the damn stairs.
I just was.
And the weirdest part?
It felt right.
Like something inside me was stretching. Opening. Yawning awake like a pissed-off god.
Then a pigeon landed beside me.
Stared.
And flew away in a panic like it knew something I didn't.
"Cool," I muttered. "Even birds think I'm cursed."
Behind me, the rooftop door creaked.
"Oh, hey," said Gwen, holding her bag like a shield. "Not trying to broodingly jump off the roof, are you?"
I coughed. "No! What? No. Just… getting some air."
"Right. Because the rest of the Earth doesn't have that."
I gave her a weak smile.
She looked at me. Really looked. "You've been twitchy all day. What's going on?"
"Would you believe me if I said I think my socks are sentient?"
"No."
"Then we're out of options."
She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "Leon… people are talking. About you. Weird things."
I tensed.
"Roxy said something before she left today. Looked pale. You scare her."
I didn't respond. Because I didn't have an answer.
Instead, I whispered, "Do you think I'm dangerous?"
She studied me for a long moment.
"I think you're… changing," she said softly. "And it's scaring all the right people."
That should've comforted me.
It didn't.
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Earlier that day– Carol Danvers' POV
Carol Danvers stared at the digital report projected above her desk, one gloved hand covering her mouth.
Her eyes flicked across the screen:
Leon Walter
Age: Classified (actual unknown)
Behavioral Status: Rapid meta-psionic spike
Incident: "Dented gym wall with foam ball. No injury. Students unsettled."
Staff notes: "Increasing gravitational disturbances during stress surges."
Observation Match: Phase One Awakening.
She exhaled slowly.
"Shit."
"Something wrong?" asked Jesse, bringing her a cup of tea. Somehow the butler had made it across the room without making a sound.
Carol nodded once. "He's cracking."
Jesse hesitated. "The school?"
"No. Leon."
She leaned back in the chair and looked out the window at the city skyline.
"It's starting, Jess. Just like they warned me. SHIELD's 'experiment.' The reason I even stuck around this godforsaken block pretending to be his aunt."
Jesse said nothing. Just stood there, as usual, a silent fortress.
"He doesn't remember," she murmured. "Not what he was. Not what he is. They called him the Quantum Seed. Said he wasn't born—he was activated. Something about synthetic soul imprinting and stolen cosmic DNA."
She rubbed her temples. "I thought maybe if he lived like a normal kid, it'd stay buried."
"But he's not normal," Jesse said.
"No," Carol admitted. "He's one bad day away from ripping the planet in half just to understand why gravity obeys him."
There was a long pause.
Then Jesse asked, "Will you tell him?"
Carol swallowed. Hard.
"…I don't know. If I do, I might lose him. If I don't… we all might."
She paused, her finger tapping the file before her. "Jesse, prepare my flight."
"Milady, can't you just fly---"
"I'm not in the mood. Navigation while emotionally compromised is a crash waiting to happen." She replied, not even bothering to look back.
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(HOURS LATER)
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The Triskelion wasn't welcoming.
It never had been.
Too many glass panels pretending to be walls. Too many suits pretending to be people.
And too many secrets pretending to be forgotten.
Carol Danvers had walked its halls before. As Captain Marvel. As Agent. As threat. Today?
She walked in as something worse: A pissed-off aunt.
Her boots echoed off the synthetic tiling. Everyone avoided her eyes.
Good.
She reached the secure floor marked "Null Access." No signs. No labels. Just a cold silver door that didn't open unless it remembered your face… and the mistakes you swore you'd never make again.
She stepped inside the archive room like a memory stepping into its own grave.
The AI voice greeted her. "Welcome back, Major Danvers. How long has it been?"
"Long enough to regret this."
"Affirmative."
The screen lit up.
[Subject: Leon Hart – Quantum Seed Initiative]
Clearance Required: Alpha Black.]
"Override," she said. "Authorization Carol Danvers, Level Omega, Project Genesis prime witness."
A beat.
"Override accepted. Opening classified files 12-X through 17-R."
She didn't sit.
She couldn't.
The screen scrolled. Each line tore her memory a little deeper.
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> PROJECT: QUANTUM SEED
Status: Terminated – Experimental phase complete.
Origin: S.H.I.E.L.D. BioForge Blacksite - Sector V (now defunct).
Genetic Architect: Dr. Nathaniel Essex (aka Mr. Sinister, rogue consultant – containment breach classified)
Cosmic Sample Origin: Celestial remains – Gamma Root Fusion successful.
Human Memory Scaffold: Blank host matrix designed to emulate natural psychological growth.
Emotional Anchoring Agent: Carol Danvers (designated caretaker)
Final directive: Integrate subject into terrestrial society under false kinship.
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Her knees nearly gave.
Sinister.
Of course it was him.
Of course SHIELD outsourced a rogue mad scientist to build a synthetic god and handed her the leash like she was supposed to house-train it.
Her voice cracked. "He's not a weapon."
The AI answered flatly. "He was never meant to be."
She turned sharply. "What does that mean?"
The next file opened automatically. Footage played.
An old lab. White, cold, and humming with quantum fields.
In the tank floated a boy. Not a baby. A boy. At least twelve years old. Curled in sleep. Like he'd been built, not born.
Behind the glass, she saw herself.
Younger. Confused. Heartbroken.
And behind her…
"Professor Charles Xavier?" she whispered.
The footage confirmed it. He was there.
So was Fury.
So was Essex.
All of them watching the tank like it was some damn miracle.
> "This isn't just a weapon," Xavier said in the footage. "It's a seed. If he blooms wrong, the world ends. If he blooms right... maybe it survives."
Carol felt sick.
The screen blacked out.
The AI intoned calmly, "Project Quantum Seed: the most expensive, ethically bankrupt salvation plan in human history."
Carol clenched her fists. "He's just a kid."
"Correction," said the AI. "He is what comes after gods."
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Back in her car, parked outside...
Carol gripped the steering wheel.
Her hands were shaking. Her breath trembling.
"Dammit, kid…" she whispered.
Then, quieter: "What the hell are you becoming?"
She looked through the windshield.
Leon was walking out of the school doors with Gwen beside him, Normal.
So painfully normal.
But she saw it now. In his walk. In his aura.
He was starting to crack.
And once he broke… nothing would ever be the same again.
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"The Child Built from Sin"
POV: Magneto
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He didn't need to turn when she entered.
Her footsteps didn't belong to Roxy.
They belonged to Raven.
"Bold of you," Magneto murmured, standing with his back to her, staring at the rust-colored horizon from atop the old monastery that now served as the Brotherhood's safehouse. Shamelessly Aura farming as his cap fluttered from the mysterious wind.
"A girl's got her tricks," Raven purred, her form shifting mid-stride. Gone was the playful goth schoolgirl, replaced by Mystique in her full mutant regality—blue-skinned, yellow-eyed, barefoot and burdened with secrets.
She tossed a sleek datapad onto the stone table. It landed with a clack.
Magneto turned.
The title glowing across the screen made his breath pause:
PROJECT QUANTUM SEED – S.H.I.E.L.D BLACK FILES
He picked it up slowly, reading the first lines. Then the second. Then the redacted horrors between them.
Raven's voice came from behind, like a devil whispering into Genesis.
"You were right. He's not human."
Magneto's jaw tightened.
She continued. "Built from the marrow of dead Celestials, refined with unstable cosmic filaments, and laced with mutant genome scaffolding. You know whose signature that is?"
He did.
"Sinister," Magneto said.
Raven nodded. "And with Charles Xavier listed as a project witness. Imagine my shock."
He set the pad down carefully.
For a moment, neither spoke.
The sun was setting. The monastery creaked in the wind like it remembered war.
"I thought he was just another latent," Raven said, arms folded. "Awkward. Hormonal. Confused. But the things I've seen him survive…"
Magneto exhaled through his nose. "He's begun to awaken."
"Oh, he's more than awake," Raven said, pacing. "He doesn't even know what's in him, Erik. That's what terrifies me. Because when he does…"
She looked him dead in the eye.
"…what if he's not on our side?"
Magneto was quiet.
The datapad hummed.
Raven's voice dropped, cautious now.
"Essex called him the Seed of Quantum Dominion. You know what that means?"
"I do."
"Then you know why I'm afraid."
He looked out the window again. This time, he didn't see a sunset.
He saw the boy in the trench coat. The stupid hair. The eyes too sharp for a teenager.
"Leon Walter," Magneto said. "The child built from gods, molded by monsters, and raised by a woman with no idea what's ticking inside him."
Raven walked beside him.
"And?"
Magneto finally spoke—softly. Almost reverently.
"If we reach him first… we win a god."
"And if we don't?"
Magneto's eyes turned to steel. "Then we bury him before he becomes one."
He walked towards the window that slowly opened on it's own according with his hands folded across his chest.
"Charles has sins to answer for. And I intend to collect." He spoke out, his eyes glinting a deadly light.
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(A/n: Originally, I was thinking of making it some kind of a harem vibe and shit, but lately I'm just not filling it anymore so I'll just leave it up to y'all.
Should it be Harem or no Harem? (Comment here)
If you pick Harem then comment 3 girls with their respective arts you think is the best. Voting should be over by the end of the 10 chapter challenge I've given myself. #NoSpaming#)