Disclaimer: I don't own the Marvel Universe. That would make me god.
Just something I came up with when I was bored. More chapters to follow.
Mr Sinister had always fancied the idea of creating a child. A mutant child, with brilliant power he could use in later experiments. Creating an embryo was nothing; he just needed tissue samples from his subjects. No, the problem was who should be the gene donors of his creation? He'd toyed with the idea of Jean Grey, but the stupid girl had only decided to be the host of an interstellar force. That would be the last thing he needed. A mixture of Emma Frost and Cyclops would've been interesting, but the way things were going it looked like there may soon be a baby of their own making….
He landed on the idea of Gambit. Yes, a powerful mutant who could lead to interesting offspring. But he wouldn't use the DNA of his girlfriend, Rogue. She was weak. But may be useful in later experiments…
He decided on the second subject days later. His sensors had picked up a humanoid figure landing outside his English base. Zooming in on the screen, he noticed who it was. Sinister smiled, and leant back in his chair. Perfect. Loki.
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The Asgardian appeared to be disorientated. As Sinister watched he saw him keel over and fall asleep. Perfect. Reaching for his hypodermic needle he carefully extracted a blood supply and then silently retreated into the shadows. One down, one more to go.
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Remy leBeau raced down the street followed by a horde of mega-sized wasps. He'd no clue why they'd been doused with Pym Particles, but they were big and that meant their stings were even bigger. He also had no clue why one of them had a massive syringe instead of a sting. Why they were like that didn't matter right now. Hank could sort it out later. Skidding to a halt he spun round and unleashed a set of charged cards at the wasps. Most of them were hit and drew back. Satisfied he'd hit them, he turned around only to be stabbed in the back by the wasp with the needle.
"Aaaargh!" He fell down and sent another set of cards at the back of the retreating wasp. Weird… he thought, and then shit, my back, how do I explain to Hank a mutant wasp stole my blood?
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Mr Sinister waited for the return of the wasp. When it returned he broke he siphoned off the blood, then terminated his creation. There was no point keeping it around longer than necessary. Taking his two blood samples he retreated to his laboratory, and set to work on his new project.