Chapter 1: Installation

Connor is 16 years old. Part Filipino, part American. Ever since he could read, his began reading legends of superheroes. His favorite, Captain America, inspired him to try and join the U.S. army. But then doubts came into his mind saying that he wasn't physically capable of even making the draft. On his way home from high school, a seemingly minor event will come and change his life, and the lives of many others.

Disclaimer: Like I said: Trigunner is of my design, so he belongs to me. As for M.O.D.O.K. and the other Avengers, they're part of Marvel.


Connor is just walking to the bus stop down the hill.

"I'm not sure if I really should be even thinking about this. Dad seems to like the idea, but mom is just, well, being mom." Connor thought,"Maybe I am better off as a soldier. Nothing more, yet I don't know if I'm even up for that."

He holds his most treasured position, a drill-shaped charm wrapped around his neck, which was just...given to him. He never knew what it was for, nor did he have much interest in it.

Many students were walking towards the same stop in order get the best seats, while they can. He then notices a mysterious cloaked figure come creep up behind him.

"I don't know what you want pal, just promise me it isn't anything weird." Connor thought. The man then pulls out a syringe and injects a drug into Connor. "Augh! What the?" He thought, "That hurt and why am I getting sleepy..."


Connor opens his eyes. At first everything seems okay, waking up in what he assumes is a hospital room. He tries to move, but then he realizes that his movement has been held within some steel restraints. "Okay this is definitely not normal!" his head screamed. He struggles, squirms, but his efforts were futile.

A steel door opens, revealing 6 guards holding rifle in what appear to be yellow hazmat suits and a giant, purple, floating, head, thingy which he didn't think was a bad guy until he noticed the A.I.M. logo on one of the computer screens.

"Advanced Idea Mechanics? Oh crud." Connor said.

"Hello, subject Redfield." said the floating head on a rocket chair.

"Who are you?" Connor demanded. The restraints had a firm grip on his limbs.

"You've heard of A.I.M. but not M.O.D.O.K.?" the head replied.

"Uh... no. But I assume 'M.O.D.O.K.' is your name, you big oversized head in a high tech wheelchair. Right?"

"Correct"

"So why do you have me for a test subject?"

"Oh, no particular reason. Just need to use some random 16-year-old we find off the street."

"For...?"

"For this!" M.O.D.O.K. presents a drill-like artifact which reminded Connor of his charm except this one looks like it could replace Tony Stark's chest reactor."I'm not really sure what this device does, nor do we know how to even activate it. All we know is that we need a mid-aged teenager like yourself to put it on. Maybe it's a health monitor, or a high tech pacemeker, or maybe I can use it to control you. Oh, the possibilities are ENDLESS!"

*gulp* was all Connor could do.

3 more AI.M. soldiers come into the room, each one prepped for surgery.

All Connor could remember M.O.D.O.K. Say before getting hit with an anesthetic was," Shall we get started?"


When Connor finally woke up after who knows how long, he notices his T-shirt was removed, revealing his bare chest and a black circle sitting, on his chest?

"Blast!" Shouted M.O.D.O.K. ,"Nothing happened." He looks at a random soldier, "You insignificant fool. You've wasted a valuable artifact on such a lowly commoner!."

"Wait!" the man says,"How is it my fault?"

Just as M.O.D.O.K. began to charge up his psionic blaster, a faint, light-blue glow emits from Connor's position. They notice that Connor's charm hums and pulses in sync with the device in his chest. M.O.D.O.K. then looks closer; there is a small hole in the center of the device that was glowing and it looks like it could fit the charm.

"Maybe this will activate it!" declared M.O.D.O.K.

He then rips the charm off Connor and drives it into the center of the device, stilling the light and, of course, really hurts Connor. With a good twist, the rest of the device glows light-blue, which then causes Connor's blood stream to glow the same color. At first it kind of stings, but after 10 seconds the energy felt, oddly soothing. The next thing everyone realizes was that Connor began to change. His body began to grow in size. His muscles also got larger and toned, and there don't appear to be any downsides to the effects.

M.O.D.O.K. Assumes Connor is now under his control and begins to talk to him.

"This reaction... it's just like that of that super soldier serum." he says. "What's your condition now?"

"Pretty good, I guess.' Connor replies.

"Good." says M.O.D.O.K., "Now take your armament and, hmm... what to make you do?"

Connor says,"Uh... what are you doing?"

"I've got it!" M.O.D.O.K. declared,"You probably have a um... 'crush' on someone, right? So go and kill her for me!"

"What!?" shouts Connor,"Why on Earth would I do that!?"

"Because I told you to." says M.O.D.O.K. "You are a product of A.I.M. munitions, making you my slave! To test your 'trust' in me, you will go murder... Vesela Woods."

"Huh!? H-how do you know I like Vesela!?"

"During your surgery, I used my psionics to go into you mind and find that one fact. Anyway, you are now property of A.I.M., now comply with my command!

Connor felt anger build up inside him. Not metaphorically, but literally. His body tensed. The device began to glow red. He felt his muscles threaten to burst the clamps.

"I don''t know who or what you are, M.O.D.O.K., but I've read what A.I.M. has done to people." Connor shouts,"If you think I'd kill my love just to gain your trust, then I'd might as well decline."

"Well, if you won't cooperate with A.I.M., then we'd might as well dispose of you now. Kill him!" M.O.D.O.K. shouted, but before the A.I.M. soldiers could even ready their guns, Connor immediately breaks his restraints and leaps off the operating table and runs for the door. Guards open fire, but then Connor enters a state which gave him senses and reflexes hat could rival even Spider Man, causing him to dodge bullet that came his way.

"What an odd sensation." he thought,"What is this?"

Connor notices a large metal door which he assumes is the exit. His new found senses let him dodge all the shots, but the door was locked tight. A.I.M. soldiers took aim (heh, that pun) at Connor.

"No!" Connor thinks to himself,"If I die here, how will I get to Vesela!?"

Connor, his pacemaker giving off a red glow, reaches between the two sliding doors. With all the strength he could, he steadily pushes the door open.

The A.I.M. soldiers startled at how easily he opened that door with his bare hands, each of them too hesitant to even put their finger on the trigger. One of them thought,"Only someone as strong as the Hulk could actually do that..."

Just as Connor opens the door wide enough to run through, he hears a beam heading his way. He dodges then continues running, until he finally makes it outside where he recognizes to be the Californian region of Barstow. Determined to make it home, he calms himself causing the pacemaker to turn light-blue again, and runs back to his home in Brentwood.


Much to his surprise, he ran at 25 mph and did not get tired what-so-ever. Once he got to his apartment, his mom had prepared his couch/bed and went right to sleep.

Or at least, he tried to, until a somewhat robotic voice said,"Hello, Mr. Redfield."

This woke up Connor, obviously."Ah! Who's... there?" He looks around, realizing that he, his brother and sister were the only ones in the room.

"Sorry to wake you up at this hour. I am the Neural Adviser and Definite Core Optimizer, or N.A.D.C.O. for short. I'm the AI who's programmed to serve the first bearer of the device that's directly linked to your heart, the Spirit Pacemaker."

"So what is it you want?" Connor asks.

The voice then replied,"Nothing more than to serve my master, but it seems you might need a tutorial on how I can serve you tomorrow morning."

"Okay then, how about we start by making myself talk to you mentally? I don't want people think I've gone paranoid, especially her." Connor said.

"Understood." N.A.D.C.O. said," Activating inter-mental messaging with master."

Connor then closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, thinking of what this AI can do to help him.


Author's Notes:This isn't really my first fanfic concerning this hero. It's just my first to make it to the site. Anyway, yeah. There will be more chapters about Trigunner. Probably 3 more, so I'll do what I can to incorporate him understanding his powers, and he'll also encounter members of the West Coast Avengers, or maybe Captain America himself. There will be more chapters being written while making time amidst the finals, so... stay tuned. Oh, and don't forget to Rate and Review!