Thanks to everyone for the outpouring of support that I have received for this story it means alot to me. Now to the reviews.

Response to Kneelbeforezod Review

Your wish is my command!

In all seriousness though I have a number of sequels and spinoffs planned to go along with this story, so I can more than likely work your suggestion into my plan.

Response to roguetrick00 Review

The twins are two of the companions he selected and are naturally suspicious, by telling them about his powers and giving this little demonstration he will be able to more easily earn their trust.

Thank you for taking the time to right a review I appreciate it.

Response to Shinigami's Review

You beautiful madman, that idea is absolutely glorious I might have to make a spinoff of Blast just Saitama/Mob-level wrecking everyone while Cauldron runs around like a bunch of headless chickens trying to figure out where Scion 2.0 came from.

Thank you for writing these reviews I always enjoy reading your questions and suggestions they are great motivation for me to keep writing.

Response to Fallen-Ryu's Review

Thankfully Blast has access to a multiverse that is just full of cheesy one-liners and magic talk. And as for his miracles I plan on doing a chapter detailing everyone's reaction to Blast and his debut.

Big thanks to everyone who favorited and followed this story

Now for what you have all been waiting for here is the third chapter of OP, Yes Please!

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Previously on- Op, Yes Please!

"What..what is your name?" Thank you Trainwreck you beautiful bastard you just gave me a perfect excuse to say this.

"My name is Blast." He flashed the boy a shine that fucking sparkled with how clean it was. "I'm a hero for fun." With that he turned and walked towards the crowd, the twins in particular.

You know he hadn't meant for his debut to go like this, but he wasn't complaining afterall it was a hell of a statement to make. With that on his mind Nicholas grin grew three sizes that day as he strode towards the Steel Demons whose mouths were currently hitting the floor. Oh yeah, that sight alone made everything else worth it, he thought with a chuckle.

Now on- Op, Yes Please!


"So" He began trying very hard not to smirk at the expressions literally everyone was sporting after his stunt. "Arsenal want me to take a look at those ribs?" He received a mute nod in, sighing slightly irritated at their continued lack of words he fixed her side. Fractures mended and bruises faded, he was pleased to see her stand a little straighter as the pain faded. "Better?" Another nod. "Good. Now would I be wrong in assuming you all have questions."

"Well, a few." The voice that came from behind him was trying far to hard to be casual but he could sense some strange amusement in the speaker's tone. Wondering which member of the crowd had decided to speak he turned and saw the trio of Protectorate capes he had seen earlier when he returned to the twins. The one who had spoken was Assault, wearing his red body armor and a visor that covered the upper half of his face, letting Nicholas see the playful smirk that was tugging at his lips. To his left was Velocity in a red costume with racing stripes down either of his sides and two stripes meeting in a 'v' on his chest. To Assault's right was his wife Battery, not that he was supposed to know that, dressed in a skintight white and dark grey costume covered in circuit like cobalt blue lines on it, who had just elbowed him in the side with a look of reproach on her face.

"If you are willing that is." She said doing her best to sound reasonable. Taking a quick look behind him back at the twins who were huddled together talking in low tones, he looked back at the three Protectorate heroes he gave a quick nod.

"I think I have a few minutes to spare." He said keeping his tone light as he observed the three capes behind the safety of his helmet.

"Great." Assault flashed him a quick smile rubbing his side. "My name is Assault, this is Velocity, and the lovely lady to my right is Battery." Once again he was elbowed in the side by his increasingly exasperated wife.

"I am Blast." He nodded "It is a pleasure to meet you all." And it really was, assault had always been one of the more likable heroes in his opinion, so meeting him and finding out that he was exactly how he pictured him to be was quite the treat.

"Likewise." Velocity finally spoke up. "Would you mind explaining just what happened here?"

"So, I was at home enjoying an amazing sandwich my partner had made me." Alas poor submarine, I hardly knew thee. "When we received a report that there was a ongoing car chase involving a group of parahumans. After receiving said report I asked my partner to teleport me here, so I could help."

"Partner?" Battery questioned.

"Yeah she is back at HQ." He replied. "She keeps me updated on the situation in the city, and I move to resolve issues."

"Does this lady have a name." Assault said and Blast didn't have to see the man's face to know he was waggling his eyebrows. Ignoring that expression and everything it implied, he thought about it should Kolki have a cape nam? Did she want one? Oh well he would have to ask her when he got back to base.

"Not, one I can give you." He gave out, "We haven't come up with a cape name for her yet."

"I'm more interested in how you got here. You said she teleported you here?" Velocity asked getting a nod in return. "Is that her power?"

"No but she can do it through the magic of Tinker Bullshitery." Cue jazzhands.

"And that is pretty much all of the explanation we need on that front." Assault chuckled. "But hey what happened after you arrived, that caused Squealers beast over there to turn into some demented taco.?" Okay just going to ignore that metaphor.

"I popped up right in front of Arsenal and Nitrous."

"Scared the shit out of her too" Arsenal called over getting a whack upside the head from her sister for the comment.

"After getting their attention, I tossed them out of the vehicles way, and proceeded to stop the Merchants." He continued resolutely ignoring the interruptions.

"By letting her hit you with the walking junk heap." Nitrous supplied, and judging by her tone she wasn't all that impressed with Squealer's work.

"Wait." Assault said. "You did that to her car." Here he pointed at the smoking wreck behind him, from which PRT officers had taken the now awake, and very confused, Merchants into custody. "Just by getting in its way." Nicholas just nodded as he watched the three capes, somewhat saddened by their situation.

"Yo, Blast you okay?" Arsenal asked nudging him, apparently having noticed his now melancholic mood.

"It's just a waste." He said his voice low but with a undercurrent of exasperated anger that made everyone who heard him stand just a little bit straighter.

"What's a waste now, buddy?" Assault queried keeping his body loose and a easy expression on his face as he eyed Nicholas from behind his visor.

"The Merchants, the other gangs, every other villain and lowlife who got thrown into this mess." He saw them open their mouths but this time he would NOT be interrupted. "We have been handed a key to a brand new world, parahumans and baseline humans have the potential to form a utopia on earth, but instead we squander our powers, our strengths in petty contests for wealth and prestige. Skidmark, Kaiser, Lung for all of their strength are nothing more than shortsighted fools. We are facing a extinction event the likes of which has not been seen for millions of years, instead here they rest building their fiefdoms at the expense of both this city and the world at large."

"Industries could be strengthened, cities made into impenetrable fortresses, and our future secured." Here he sighed, he now had the attention of virtually of everyone who had gathered to see what became of the Merchants. "Instead he we rest, broken under the weight of our own experiences and content to fight amongst ourselves even as we our slowly picked off one by one."

"Than why even fight. If things are so bad why did you help us, why did you help them" Nitrous said her voice bitter and angry.

"Because I have hope." Here he let his power seep into his words and he could feel his perks add a certain weight to his word, whatever he said now would influence everything that came next. "I have hope that despite how dark our situation may have become, we will reach the light at the end. I have hope that no matter how broke we are, how often we are beaten into the dirt and told to stay down, because they say We. Can. Not. Do. This. That we get up time and time again to brush off the dirt and grime and try again, having learned from our mistakes. I have hope in the idea that people can change, that we can be better than we once were. That Nitrous is why I helped you, and why I healed the three of them."

Everything was silent for a moment as his words sunk in, everyone stopping to contemplate his words, but the silence was broken surprise, surprise by Assault of all people. "Wait you said you healed all three of them. I saw what happened to Mush and Trainwreck, still kind of digesting the whole can heal Case 53s thing by the way, but what did you do to Squealer?"

"I removed all traces of drug residue, repaired all of the damage that her addiction had done to her body and her brain, and restored as she should have been in her to her prime."

"Wait you can heal brains!" Battery exclaimed.

"Yes?" Why was that such a big deal Panacea was a healer and… oh she was still saying she couldn't do brains at this point, whoops. Oh well time to improvise. "I assume that is a big deal."

"A big deal he says." Assault scoffed amused by his answer. "Panacea is the only healing cape in the city and is one of the best in the world, and even she can't do brains. If you are being serious about fixing her brain than it is a very big deal. And that isn't even mentioning what you did to Trainwreck! How did you even do that by the way." The last sentence was spoken much quieter than the near yell that he had been leading up to before hand.

"I repaired his shard, and before any of you ask a shard is semi-sapient crystalline organism that has symbiotically bonded to a Parahuman's Corona Pollentia and is the source of our powers." Best to just be honest there, but he was not bringing up the space whales. "Trainwreck's shard and the shards of all other Case 53s have been forcefully broken apart and mutilated leaving them in a state that is remarkably similar to brain death in humans. To heal Trainwreck I had to do three things. The first of which was put his shard back together, which might I add is almost as difficult as trying to reassemble a broken stature that had been reduced to dust, by hand while wearing oven mitts. The second thing I had to do was find a copy of Trainwreck from a similar universe who had not been made into a Case 53s and use the image of that copy as a basis for repairing Trainwreck's body, which is like trying to find a specific needle on a planet made entirely of needles. Finally the third, and arguably the easiest thing, I had to do was reshape Trainwreck's Biomass back into his original form and repair any damage that the mutilation of his shard had done to his body and the shard itself."

"Okay...I am just going to ignore the whole sentient crystal bug thing, and the dimension hopping as well, because that is way over my paygrade." Assault said slowly drawing out his words as he processed what he had just been told. "But I gotta ask what was that weird speech chant thingy you did, some kind of spell, you a wizard like Myddin?"

"No it was not a spell." Nicholas said holding in a chuckle at the way the man slumped at his reply. "It was a mantra to help keep myself anchored while I was searching for Trainwreck's body, and a useful philosophy to follow if one can decipher its meaning."

"Ok not a wizard just a philosopher."

"Unfortunately so, now do you have any other questions?"

"More than you could possibly imagine, and I think we should probably ask them somewhere else." This time it was Velocity who spoke while pointedly looking over Nicholas' shoulder, causing him to do so as well. Oh, well looks like the crowd had decided to start filming them, got to love modern society's need to record absolutely anything. Although in this case it may be warranted, he did just cure a Case 53 afterall.

"You may have a point." Nicholas said, turning back to the capes.

"Look Blast," This time it was Battery who decided to speak up. "Would you be willing to come down to the PRT Headquarters, so we can sort this out?" Did he want to? No, not really, but these three weren't on his shitlist so it wouldn't hurt to be polite.

"...Not today I'm afraid" Upon seeing the disappointed look on Assault's face, and the somewhat annoyed looks on the other two's faces, he hastened to explain. "I have to get back to base my partner is going to get worried if I don't get back soon." That assuaged them somewhat, hopefully what he was about to do next would get rid of any other concerns. Pulling one of the spare communicators from his belt he tossed it to Assault, who eyed him questioningly after catching it. "Its a communicator, once I get everything settled back at home I can contact you guys and we can set up a meeting."

"Huh." Assault looked down at the black small black cylinder in his hands before shrugging. "Works for me, it was nice meeting you Blast, looking forward to your call." With that rather abrupt goodbye he turned around and walked towards one of the PRT vans, a confused Battery and Velocity following in his wake.

"It was nice meeting you all." Giving a wave, which they returned, Assault throwing his over his shoulder, Blast turned around to face the two remaining parahumans, who had been mostly silent during his conversation with the PRT.


"So how are you two doing." Smooth, Nicholas real smooth.

"Were...good I think." Arsenal said eyeing him from behind her mask. "My ribs are good i'm just processing things right now." Cue awkward silence, god he sucked at talking to people.

"Look," Nitrous spoke up with a sigh. "I feel like I should thank you for taking care of the druggies for us, and fixing up my little sister."

"Your welcome." He flashed the two of them what he hoped was a winning smile. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you two going to do now?"

"We probably won't stick around the Bay for much longer." Arsenal said shooting a nasty look at her sister when she called her the 'little sister', apparently she had issues with her height. "To many gangs, and our last workshop went when Squealer tossed a firebomb in their, just couldn't stand the idea of another vehicle tinker in her city now could she."

"Not my fault the bitch is crazy." Nitrous bit out, before letting out a sigh "Took me weeks to get that place setup and what happens, poof it all goes up in smoke, typical."

"I'm sorry about your workshop." Nicholas cut in causing them to jump a little, looks like they forgot he was there for a moment.

"Thanks." They both mutter before the situation once again devolves into silence…

"You know what fuck it." Once again they jumped only this time surprised by his language. "Do you two want to join my Superhero team."

"...What?" Arsenal bites out eyeing him like he had just grown a second head, actually he could probably do that with Shaper now that he thought about it, but that was not the point. What was the point was recruiting his first two companions, well second and third counting Kolki.

"Do you want to join my Superhero team." He repeated slowing down. "I have more space than I know what to do with, plenty of space for each of you to have your own workshop and a place to stay if you wanted to."

"Figures," Arsenal said under her breath sounding annoyed. "and just why do you want us to join your 'superhero team'." Wow she actually put air quotes around the words superhero.

"Because despite the obvious reason of how awesome it would be to work with two other tinkers. I wanted to be friends." Nicholas muttered that last sentence despite how much he wished he didn't, and he certainly wish he didn't turn redder than a tomato when Arsenal started snickering. On the plus side, seems like they weren't anywhere near as suspicious as they had been, when he first made his offer. "Look you don't have to give me an answer now, take some time to think about it, and then get back to me." Grabbing the second communicator from his utility belt he handed it to Nitrous. "When you come to your decision, or if you just want to talk, you can use that to get in touch with me. Just press the button on top and I will get your call. Okay?"

"Okay Blue, I got ya." Arsenal snickered, grabbing the small ceramic tube and stuffing it in her jacket.

"Great," Nicholas smiled, not missing the nickname Arsenal had given him. "Whatever you end up doing it was nice meeting you both."

"Yeah you to big guy." With that the two of them walked back to inspect their bike, and he turned around and shutting his mouth plate.

"Kolki, can you teleport me back to base." Observing the crowd of onlookers and the twisted wreck that was Squaler's creation, he nodded. "I think i'm done here."


He reappeared in the conference room in a flash of blue light, with a rather pensive looking Kolki right in front of him.

"You okay, there Kolki?"

"You said I was your partner." She said looking away. Really? That was what this was about. Okay time to nip this in the bud, like right fucking now.

"Of course your my partner." He let his helmet fold away completely so she could see his face, and more importantly the reassuring smile he was sending her way. "Who was it that found me when I first arrived?"

"Me." She said shyly looking up at him through her hair.

"Yes you." His smile got a little wider, on the right track. "And who was it that showed me around and made me feel welcome when I had nowhere to go and no idea what I was doing?"

"Me." She was now looking directly at him.

"Yes you." Keep going Nicky boy. "Who was my first friend in this world, the one that made all of this possible?"

"Me." She was now offering him a small smile her worries assuaged at least for the moment.

"Yes you. Now stop worrying, yes you are my partner, and yes you are my friend and that is not going to be changing anytime soon. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good." He said giving the miniature teen a small nod along with his usual smile. "Now what do you say you and me head back down to the lab and put together some ideas to beat the snot out of those morons up top. Sound good to you?"

"Sounds good." She giggled her smile coming in at full force. Good he didn't like seeing her sad.

All in all it had been a rather productive day, he finished his armor, met the local PRT, made contact with his first group of companions, and taken down three supervillains. Not bad, hell it was rather impressive, even when you compared it to Lung getting taken down by Tayl-

Oh shit he had forgotten about Taylor.


How the flying, monkey, fucking Jesus had he forgotten about Taylor. Stupid, stupid, stupid, hell he couldn't even blame some other cape thanks to his perks, it was just him acting like a kid on Christmas and rushing to play with their new toys, without waiting for the rest of the family to even show up.

Okay Nicholas you can fix this, hopefully your appearance won't cause too much of a butterfly effect but that is probably asking for too much. Whatever happened he needed to know if Taylor had actually taken down the massive Mr. Nazi Azian Dragon, and he could work everything else out from there.

A quick search on his suit's computers revealed the date to be the fourth of April, four days before the start of the story and a week before Taylor's debut as a cape. Okay first off is setting a timer for the eleventh to make sure he doesn't forget about one of the most important events in Worm. Second step is consolidating his resources, recruit his companions, and hopefully some other cape-

He had an idea, a potentially bad idea with horrifying consequences should it go bad, but it was an idea, and one that would if successful would make his life his ideas much easier. What if, and hear me out on this, I just made some capes. Hell it wouldn't even be that hard he could use Shaper to make them and just give them modified copies of the powers he already had.

It wasn't like they would be his slaves, they could have their own personalities, their own dreams, and their own hobbies. They would have lives, he would not become like Cauldron he would not create a bunch of monstrous slaves that he kept in his basement or threw to the wolves. They would be friends, support for both himself and Kolki, because god knows that girl needed more people to talk to than just him, and for the city at large because it desperately needed a counterbalance to the many superpowered cunts that called it home.

He could do this, hell how hard could it be.


He arrived at one of the empty labs and immediately set to work, using Psychokinesis he raised a number of walls that divided the room into six sections, each with a number of tables for his capes to be 'born'. Each section would house a 'team' or part of his team, with two teams for each major gang, leaving Coil's Organization for the PRT and New Wave, meaning for the first time ever the villains of Brockton's Bay would be outgunned and more importantly outnumbered two to one.

But first he needed to actually make his team, so heading to the first section he began to create the cornerstone of his own superhero organization. The section he had entered contained six tables one for each of the capes he had in mind, and refusing to waste anymore time he set to work on the first one.

Reaching in his mind he activated three of his cores, namely Kaleidoscope, Shaper, and Power Manipulation. With his powers primed and ready he began his work.

Biomass was drawn from his core, and bones, organs, and muscles began to form his eyes skin forming to cover the resulting mess and revealing just what, or who in this case, he created. This body was a copy of Samuel Rodriguez from Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance, with a few alterations. For example his slicked back hair was black instead of brown and was tied into a ponytail, and he possessed a more stubbly beard than he did in the game. Samuel Rodriguez was an obvious choice, in his mind, both because he didn't exist in this universe and because his skills, powers and equipment made him a match for most parahumans. And with the alteration he made to the man's biology he possessed a brute rating to go along with everything else.

Leaving the man as he was for the moment, he moved onto the next two bodies. The first of which was a young Luke Cage, bald, muscular, and with sharp powerful facial features. This body he had made with an archer in mind, making sure the muscles in his arms, back and abdominal region were developed and enhanced, with the necessary muscle memory already installed.

The third body was in essence a younger version of Alex Mercer, with pale skin, brown hair, and dark steady eyes. To this body he gifted a lesser and much more restricted version of his own Shaper powers, as well as making sure that the boy wasn't a sociopath like the man he was based on. No mutant plague zombies for me thank you very much, he would already had his hands full with all of the other monsters that called the Wormverse home, and he did not need anything else to deal with.

The fourth body he made in the image of Nagi Springfield, with his tall and willowy build, long spiky-brown locks that fell to the nape of his neck, and warm amber eyes. Basically your stereotypical pretty boy, but he had made sure to make this body just as powerful as the man he was based on. To do so he had upgraded the body to be slightly better than peak human condition, and browsed the vast supermarket known as the multiverse for organs made to carry magical energy.

Upon finishing his shopping trip, the body now had two extra nervous systems, and a "Core". The first of these systems was a chakra network that would allow the body to perform Jutsu. The second were actually semi-spiritual magic circuits from the Type-Moonverse. The body ended up being able to support fifty individual circuits, each with ten branching circuits. These circuits produced some 25 units of prana for the body to work with, giving him a total of 12,500 units.

The core he spoke of was actually taken from one of the Potterverse's, and turned out to be somewhat similar to a rubber band ball, only being made up of individual and interconnected veins that when taken all together gave him an extra 1,500 units of prana.

The fifth and final body he made was around 5'11 and was made to look like a younger more italian version of the Deus Ex Human Revolution character David Sarif. He stopped forming the biological bits of the body after he was about halfway done and let the Psychokinetic and Inspired Inventor do their work. In a heartbeat a wave of tiny liquid metal and ceramics descended on the body before solidifying to form clothes and a number of prosthetics and implants.

His limbs were instead of flesh and bone, made of advanced nanoceramic that came with a few hidden systems built in. His arms housed a rectangular nanoceramic blade that could be released at either the the wrist or elbow for close quarters combat. His fingers each housed a number of high powered tasers and tools, while also retaining the ability to dislocate and turn a full 360 degrees.

His legs were mechanical from just above the knee down, and in place of roganic musculature, these limbs utilized myomeres, spun carbon nanotubes activated via electric fields, that functioned similarly to human muscle, except much stronger and with a greater ability for endurance.

His torso at first glance appeared to be biological, but is in fact covered in dermal ports, along with bolt ports from the bar placed within his chest to support augmentations. Underneath the "hood", so to speak, he had a variety of cardiovascular and muscular augmentations, such as an internal rebreather, a cellular-regeneration system, an internal battery, and the Typhoon Explosive System.

The TES was a series of interlinked and electromagnetic launchers installed throughout the body and connected to a target processor installed at the base of the body's attached to the new body's spinal column was a modified version of Nicholas' original reflex boosting implant, and a system he called the Icarus Landing System.

This system which was connected to an accelerative descent sensor; that would trigger during free-fall, then generate a fixed-focus electromagnetic lensing field. This field magnified the Earth's ambient magnetosphere and produced a reciprocal effect, gently pushing upwards against the person with the implant. Slowing their fall and facilitating a smooth landing.

The new body's head had a plethora of augmentation, most notably a variety of hacking tools and the C.A.S.I.E. Module, which would allow him to see personality traits and emotional reactions of anyone he conversed with. He possessed a cochlear implant within his ear cavity, that enhanced his hearing to superhuman levels. His eyes were also noticeably replaced by cybernetic ones, as shown by their now golden irises, that would display various information about his environment and could be used to record and view video footage.

The final, and arguably his favorite augmentation was a pair of black comma-shaped augments around his eyes, that when activated would project a pair of "Mirrorshades" and could grow to form a mask in the form of a featureless human face composed of numerous golden triangles.

With the augmentations done he let his cores go except for Shaper and Kaleidoscope, before connecting the six of them together mentally. That done he began to teach them, information was fed to them teaching them about politics, geography, and history, while also giving them access to his own memories. Little by little he felt them grow, as poor a metaphor as he could come up with but whatever he wasn't a poet, and develop their own personalities.

He sat there for maybe fifteen minutes giving them all the info they might need, before he was satisfied and let the connection fade and their own mental processes take over. Slowly one by one their eyes began to wake up, with a groan and a few mumbled curses thrown in by Rodrigues and Cage, before they sat up on their 'beds'.

For a moment they simply sat there looking at him before Rodrigues decided to break the silence.

"Boss, not that it isn't nice to meet you and all but I gotta ask." His face was deadly serious, so much so that Nicholas almost missed what he was called. "Why the hell is Sarif over there the only one of us with clothes on?"

...Not the question he was expecting, and certainly not what he was expecting of the man's first word but hey beggars cant be choosers.

Afterall now he had a superhero team of his very own...neat


Sorry this chapter took so long guys, just took me a while to set everything up, (Turns out I suck at dialogue who knew ¯\_()_/¯)

Now before you go I have some questions on what you guys want on the next chapter

Should I go through with my idea for multiple teams or stick with the six capes that Blast just created. If they do they will be 'seperate' teams/squads but answer to blast forming his own organization, or should he stick to these six.

The teams I had in mind are

a group of Samurai and Ninja themed heroes (Called the Akatsuki),

A team of Nordic themed heroes (Called the Asatru),

A team of knights and medieval style warriors (Called the Crusaders), A

group roman themed capes (Called the Legion / who are quite badass from my notes if I do say so myself),

A cape family (Called the Paramounts).

Whether or not I end up creating these capes as biological constructs or as OC heroes introduced in future arcs, or as members of other cape groups who decided to follow their "friend Blast" (I'm going to make one of the Vikings a hug-happy thor) to the Bay after his Debut. On one hand you get to meet these capes one by one, on the other you get treated to the site of Piggot and the rest of the PRT ENE freaking out over the fact they now have around two dozen independent capes running around the city. You guys give me your opinions, I will listen to and consider them, and write the story based on what I decide.