Nathan stood over the groaning body of Pyro, steam rising from the damaged flame-throwers at the mutant's wrists. The heat in the air began to dissipate as the fires died down—replaced by the more subtle tension of awareness.
Killgrave was already backing away, his smirk now brittle, the arrogance fading beneath the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead.
"Don't come closer!" he barked. "I still have—"
Nathan didn't let him finish. He closed the distance with a burst of motion, his hand grabbing Killgrave by the collar and lifting him slightly off the ground.
"No, you don't," Nathan said, voice cold, visor glowing.
[Target neutralized. Pheromone output still active in area,] Raphael said. [Advise: do not kill. Hostile control can be reversed.]
Nathan dropped him without ceremony, knocking him out with a swift, controlled blow to the side of the head. Killgrave crumpled like paper, finally silent.
Across the rooftop, Gwen (Tennyson) still held Jessica at bay, pink constructs glowing faintly around her hands and shoulders. Jessica panted, soaked in sweat, every muscle in her body locked in resistance.
"She's not attacking," Gwen muttered. "But she's still locked up inside her own head."
Nathan approached, Raphael already scanning.
[Suggestion: physical contact will enable direct interference.]
He didn't hesitate—reached out and gently touched Jessica's temple.
[Sub-skill: Separate. Activating.]
A shimmer of light rippled across her body. Jessica gasped—eyes wide as if yanked from underwater. She dropped to her knees, chest heaving.
"It's gone," she whispered. "I couldn't—I couldn't stop him—"
"You just needed a hand," Nathan said, stepping back. "You're good now."
Jessica looked up, blinking. She gave Gwen a grateful nod before slumping back, mentally exhausted.
[Tracing residual signatures… Identifying remaining subjects. Five infected. Preparing purge.]
Nathan was already moving. One by one, he reached the controlled mutants—Toad, Mystique, Shocker, and Vanisher—each one locked in a dazed loop of stillness or subtle obedience. With every touch, Raphael worked silently—clean, surgical disruptions that tore the lingering influence out of them without harm.
When he reached Mystique, Regan Wyngarde was already kneeling beside her, her own powers extended. "I tried pulling her back, but something was blocking me."
"It wasn't psychic," Nathan said. "It was chemical."
Mystique blinked herself awake, coughing lightly. Regan looked at Nathan with surprise and grudging respect. "You fixed them."
He nodded. "Killgrave's out cold. Won't be charming anyone for a while."
Magneto approached, face stern, cape fluttering in the wind. But his voice was measured, almost soft. "Your intervention… was timely."
Nathan glanced at him. "Would've preferred it didn't take this long."
Magneto smirked faintly. "Don't we all."
The moment of peace shattered with the sound of an energy discharge.
Mr. Fract, cornered but defiant, unleashed another burst of stolen alien weaponry—a cybernetic cannon drawn from some fractured fusion of alien tech. Torchwood agents flanked him, SHIELD agents weaving in from the side. He was holding his ground, barely—but that was about to change.
"Ready to finish this?" Gwen asked.
"Absolutely," Nathan replied.
Magneto raised a hand, metal debris around them rippling to life, forming a swirling sphere of shrapnel at his command. "Let's remind him he's not the only one with toys."
SHIELD tightened formation. Torchwood's weapons charged with an eerie blue pulse. Nathan shifted into Cyborg form, plating sealing across his limbs with a hiss of energy. Gwen's pink constructs shimmered to full life, casting her in a violet glow.
Together, they descended on Mr. Fract—finally united.
And this time, he would fall.
The rooftop erupted into chaos as the final battle began.
Mr. Fract stood at the center of the storm, cybernetic limbs clicking into place, alien plating shimmering with borrowed tech. Twin energy cannons deployed from his back, both already glowing with ominous light. Circuits along his skin pulsed like veins—ugly, mismatched power fused with brute functionality.
And he was furious.
Pyro didn't wait. The mutant stormed forward, flamethrowers flaring to life. "I needed a target!" he roared, teeth clenched, jets of fire roaring toward Mr. Fract like a dragon's breath. "And you're it!"
Mr. Fract raised one arm—an alien forcefield shimmered into place. The flames slammed into it with a wave of heat and light, but the shield held.
"Impressive," Mr. Fract said. "But irrelevant."
Shocker followed close behind, hurling blast after blast of electricity. The ground cracked with every strike—but they washed over Mr. Fract's armor like rain on steel.
"What the hell?!" Shocker shouted. "He's grounded?!"
Mr. Fract's cannon spun toward him—and fired.
Shocker barely dove aside as a pulse of energy turned the rooftop concrete into glowing slag.
"Plan B!" he grunted, rushing forward with fists raised.
Mystique and Lady Mastermind were already on the move. The two of them broke into a synchronized sprint, weapons drawn, Regan unleashing illusions to confuse Mr. Fract's sensors while Mystique fired twin pistols with brutal precision. Their combined barrage lit up the rooftop like fireworks, forcing Mr. Fract to fall back.
"Focus fire! Keep pressure on him!" Regan shouted, firing as she flipped behind cover.
Meanwhile, Magneto floated above the battlefield like a dark god. His hands were outstretched, and a storm of steel—pipes, scaffolding, even a crumpled lightpost—hovered around him like orbiting satellites.
"With every piece of stolen metal, you write your own end," Magneto said, voice cold and thunderous.
He hurled the debris like missiles—dozens of jagged weapons slamming into Mr. Fract's barrier in rapid succession, each hit cracking and dimming the shield's glow.
Nathan, still in his Cyborg form, charged beside him. His arm transformed mid-stride into a heavy cannon, loosing a beam of concentrated energy that ripped through the side of Mr. Fract's armor, exposing tangled wiring and sparking internal systems.
"Raphael, weak point?"
[Right auxiliary core. 32% exposed.]
Nathan didn't need more. He raised his other arm—transformed into a repulsor cannon—and fired again.
Mr. Fract stumbled, shield flickering.
Gwen (Tennyson) was everywhere—deflecting stray blasts with glowing pink constructs, throwing energy discs that cracked Mr. Fract's armor, shielding allies when they overextended. She slid beside Shocker at one point, blocking an incoming retaliatory strike before blasting Mr. Fract in the shoulder with a focused burst.
"Eyes up!" she shouted to Shocker, nodding toward his blind spot.
"Appreciate it!" he growled, swinging his gauntlet again.
Below them, SHIELD and Torchwood coordinated with brutal efficiency. Daisy Johnson led the charge, seismic blasts toppling the last of the Forever Knights' defenses while Gwen Cooper and Ianto Jones disarmed those still fighting. The medieval cult didn't stand a chance once the heavy hitters moved on.
But above, the tide began to shift.
Cyborg-Nathan's glow dimmed.
[Warning. It has been an hour, H-Omnitrix will now go in cooldown mode.]
"Damn," Nathan muttered, armor retracting into his casual gear mid-sprint.
He staggered—and Gwen was already there. Her energy wrapped around his waist, dragging him behind cover just before a chunk of masonry exploded where he stood.
"You're out," Gwen said firmly. "I've got you."
Nathan nodded, panting. "Thanks. He's still—"
"I know."
The pressure mounted. Mr. Fract took the opening, cannons charging again. With Nathan sidelined, the weight fell squarely on Magneto, Mystique, and the others.
And then—Torchwood returned.
A small device hit the ground near Mr. Fract and detonated with a pulse of shrieking feedback. Lights on his body flickered—then dimmed. The weapon systems stuttered.
"What—?" Mr. Fract's voice crackled. "Interference—"
"Disruptor grenade," Gwen Cooper smirked, holding the remote. "Tech-based freaks hate them."
Magneto didn't hesitate.
In that instant of weakness, he unleashed every ounce of his power. The rebar and shrapnel orbiting him slammed forward like a meteor storm. Mr. Fract's shield, flickering from the disruptor, cracked under the weight—then shattered.
The final spike of steel drove through his chest plate, pinning him to a ruined generator behind him.
Mr. Fract's systems sparked, his head slumping.
Silence.
Only the low hum of Torchwood gear and SHIELD chatter filled the air now.
Nathan exhaled, still catching his breath. "Hope that doesn't work on Omnitrix."
"You'll be fine," Gwen said with a smirk. "You've got me."
Pov Switch Unknown Hydra Agent
The battlefield simmered, smoke rising from cracked pavement and ruined vendor stalls. Burned-out Forever Knight mechs lay strewn like discarded toys, their gleaming armor singed and warped. SHIELD agents, now fanned out and efficient, began zip-tying downed Knights and collecting weapons.
Torchwood agents moved straight for Mr. Fract, their expressions grim. The alien tech he'd deployed—now glitching and occasionally twitching—was already being catalogued. Gwen nodded at the lead agent. They shared a silent understanding: they'd seen enough Cybermen to know the scent of it, even in fragments.
Far from the commotion, a nondescript SHIELD agent crouched beside a shattered cybernetic pod. Something blinked—just once—on the cracked asphalt. A small, slivered chip. The agent's eyes darted to the side. No one was looking. Smoothly, he slid the chip into his sleeve pocket, lips curling faintly. Hydra will want to see this… and they'll want him to deliver it.
The moment passed unnoticed.
POV Switch back
Nearby, Magneto hovered slightly above the ground, cape fluttering despite the lack of wind. He glanced toward Nathan, who had returned to his base form and was breathing heavier than usual. Gwen stood by his side, helping him up.
"You've earned my respect today," Magneto said, voice grave but lacking his usual contempt. "Not many outside our kind would step in like that."
'Hey, Raphael, I really wanna stay in contact with the Brotherhood as that may help when problems like Apoc or stuff come, got any idea I can give him some secure contact?' Nathan asked.
[Affirmative, I've created a link that when accessed I'll know about whoever is visiting it and track them back and even directly help you talk.]
Nathan, brushing soot from his shoulder, replied with a nod. "If it helps, this link can be used to reach me." He took out a paper and wrote a URL on it, handing it to Eric.
Magneto raised an eyebrow. "A website?"
"If someone accesses it, I'll know," Nathan said vaguely.
Magneto didn't press. He accepted the paper and handed over a similar encrypted contact of his own. "Should you need allies—or warnings—this will reach either me or Mystique."
From a short distance away, Regan Wyngarde (Lady Mastermind) gave a short two-finger salute as she smiled toward Nathan before rejoining her regrouping team. Mystique lingered briefly, glancing toward Jessica Jones—now being medically stabilized—and then followed.
Once everyone began to pull back, Gwen took out her phone and called Ben.
"Ben, how's the situation going on your end?"
A tired sigh came through before Ben replied, "Well, we didn't find any Plumbers, but we did run into a powered guy. Turns out he's some egotistic, power-hungry playboy. He's rotting in the Null Void now."
Gwen nodded, lips twitching. "Yeah, we can't always get lucky and meet someone like Nathan." Her eyes flicked toward him, and a slight blush crept up her cheeks as she added, "Anyway, no signs of DNAliens here either—but we did cross paths with a few other groups. Some friendly… others not so much."
She hesitated a beat. "Think you and Kevin can pick us up? We… don't exactly have a ride."
A short distance away, Nathan stood with his arms crossed, eyes distant. He spoke quietly, subvocal.
'Raph, I think I'll need that identity thing sooner than later. If SHIELD tries to run background and finds nothing, they're going to flag me as an alien or worse.'
[Affirmative. However, I recommend revising the plan. Approximately 13 minutes ago, the Shop's Display Products were refreshed. I suggest you review them before proceeding.]
Nathan's brow furrowed. "Huh. Alright. Show me."
{The Shop
Everything can be bought here, as long as you can pay for it—and are lucky enough to see it on display.
Display reset in: 23:46:07
Aphrodite's Spicy Picture Collection: A picture set crafted by Aphrodite, meant only for Ares—until he leaked it trying to show off. Includes 8 divine and very compromising images.
Price: 50,000 Drachma
Ring of Necromancy: A ring that serves as a necromantic focus. Using it makes death your ally. Wearing it long enough may start turning you into a Lich.
Price: 3,500 Dead Bodies (Intelligent Life Form)
Traveller's Bag
Contains:
– A fully customizable, untraceable ID (authentic enough to fool gods)
– Self-cleaning, self-repairing clothes (just put them back in the bag)
– A location-aware dictionary that updates in real time
– A bottle that always fills with the drink you need (not necessarily the one you want)
Caveat: The bag vanishes if you stay in one city for over a year.
Price: Getting teleported to a random spot on your planet's surface for the next three days.
Deck of Gambler's Cards: Holding these cards will slowly build an addiction to gambling. You'll lose everything within 96 hours, eventually betting the deck itself. Then it resets—onto someone else.
Note: You can choose who receives the deck.
Price: Sacrifice all your wealth to Jorma the Divine Gambler
Anti-Life Equation: A transcendent mathematical formula that allows domination of any mind below High-Multiversal Rank.
Price: Your Freedom
Aleha – The Last of Darkest Void Phoenix: Summons Aleha to your realm. She will be duty-bound to protect you for one year.
Price: Free
}