With Xavier confirming that my modifications to the Thinking Cap technology worked quite well, I moved on to running simulations on the integration of the modified neural tissues into the brain itself.

The external skullcap would be fine for armour, and if some of my theories held true, it might even do well as an augment to any psionic potential I develop, but I'd like to see if I could augment my body so that I wouldn't need an external device.

I've also seen some luck in adapting the technology that makes up Sombra's hard light computing interfaces to a similar biological substrate, and I'm tempted to see if I can integrate both options into the plans for my new body.

Setting those aside, I SSHed into the computers I have on Earth-365 and made sure the automated testing I was doing into Rogue's powers were going well.

Everything seemed to be going surprisingly well. Celestial genetic tampering was surprisingly modular, so when I figured out the hormones that governed mutant power activation and deactivation, it worked pretty much universally.

At this rate, I might actually be able to provide a general-purpose cure for all mutants.

Well, assuming it worked on non-human musculature.

The sample from Beast was a little more complicated.

From what I could tell, I could deactivate Beast's powers, but I was unsure if it would be sufficient to actually cure his altered appearance.

There were some minor physical changes in the tissue, and the skin sample did rapidly kill off his hair cells, but I get the feeling that even if the therapy did work on him, switching back and forth would be stressful.

I'm actually kind of tempted to see if I could get Hank to speak to a therapist from Earth-132. Maybe Nightcrawler too.

I'll have to speak like that. This feels a little strange. If they want to change things about themselves then they should do so because they want it, and I get the feeling that might not be the case here.

I spend a few moments reading up on Azazel before writing up a quick dossier for Kurt, as bizarre as this story was, assuming that I could confirm the existence of the Neyaphem in the Brimstone Dimension, he'd need to know it.

I had sent the vial of smoke to the Sanctum Santorum, and hopefully, I would get word back on that pretty soon.

As I put away my things, the door to my lab opened and Elizabeth walked through.

Or… rather, she stumbled through.

Bouncing a little off the ground, she caught herself on one of the counters.

"Getting used to your augment?" I asked.

She gingerly stepped forward, "Yeah, but being this strong is pretty cool. I went to the gym earlier and I was able to lift Gwen's weights. Only the small ones though. I couldn't get a good grip on the others."

I nodded, "My calculations put you at being able to lift a little over a metric ton in a deadlift, so you can't quite stand up to Gwen's strength regardless. Her tissues make use of mystical enhancement that I haven't quite figured out."

She nodded, "By the way… could you make me a foil?"

I furrowed my brow, "Sure, why do you need one?"

"I snapped the one that I bought in Angela's Earth when I was practising I was hoping that you could make me one that I couldn't break easily." She asked.

I shrugged, "Sure, I'm assuming you want it to be pretty stiff?"

"Yeah, my old one whipped around too much before it broke." she admitted.

I nodded, "Okay, I should be able to adapt some tougher materials for you then. I'll send you a blank in a little while, and you can see if the flexibility is right before I put a point and some decorations on it."

She grinned, "Thanks!"

"It's not an issue." I said, "You have been keeping up with your physiotherapy, right?"

She smiled, "I'm doing the treadmill stuff and the dancing!"

"What about the sculpting? And the painting. What about the other exercises I set you, Elizabeth." I deadpan.

She scratches herself sheepishly and I sigh, "Elizabeth, you need to work on the other stuff as well, you can't just do the fun stuff. I've had to replace a lot of your peripheral nervous system in order to make sure that your muscles were wired up properly. If you don't properly train the new nerves you will take ages to properly acclimate to your new strength."

"But it's so boring!" Se whined.

I rolled my eyes, "Elizabeth, until you get a solid idea of your strength again, you might hurt someone.'

She frowned, "Yeah, I can't even travel that much, just do some sightseeing."

"Just keep up with the exercises, if you don't forget, you should be ready to go out by the end of the week," I said.

She sighed but relented, "Yeah, I'll go back and see Angela."

"Come with me, I need to check up on Blair too."

I kept a hold of Elizabeth's hand as she bounced alongside me, sending herself flying even as she gingerly pushed off the ground.

By the time we reached Angela's room, she had settled into a careful loping gait, swinging her feet forward almost as much by gravity than by anything else.

I knocked on the door and was quickly let in.

The little clinic that Angela used for her medical work in the compound was a replica of the one she had back in Geneva. A large, open-plan thing, with relatively soft floors covered with an unbroken sheet of anti-pathogenic bio-plastic.

Next to the door was a little reception nook, where she would have taken consultations if needed and behind some curtains, was a large clean area.

I slipped off my shoes and socks before helping Elizabeth out of her boots, before coming in.

Angela was watching as Blair carefully sculpted a small dog out of the lump of clay she had been given. As she carefully worked the muzzle out of a small ball of material, the skin shifted from a neon purple back to her original skin tone.

She looked at Elizabeth and sighed, "Let me guess, she hasn't been keeping up with her physio?"

I grinned, "Got it in one."

"Okay, mind grabbing a lump of clay from that cupboard over there?" She asked.

Eventually, things settled down, and Elizabeth eventually managed to stop splattering the clay around and started forming something resembling balls.

Angela plopped herself down next to me, "Hopefully she keeps up with that."

"She's been keeping up with the treadmill, apparently, but I'm not sure how much of that was being done at normal walking speeds. The way she's walking makes me think that she tried to run first and never got used to actually slowing down and keeping her balance when she's not putting most of her force into forward motion."

Angela chuckled, "At least she has been staying in the compound. After Jack got his enhancements he wanted to be on the battlefield the very next day."

"His abilities were somewhat less potent than this, weren't they?" I offered,

She shook her head, "His attempts weren't nearly as stable as yours, at least right off the bat. His took several weeks before they stopped fluctuating and even then he was some two or three times stronger than he was before. He had to go through a lot of physio before he was ready for combat again."

I nodded in accedence, "Still, enough about recalcitrant patients. How has your Biotic Pill production been going?"

"Well, the month-long clinical trials have wrapped up, and everything is looking good there, so I really only need to get it through the FDA and the EMA before I can spread it." She said with a smile.

I furrowed my brow, "Won't that take months?"

"Actually, all the Biotic therapies I developed for Overwatch had to meet their standards, so this is technically a derivative medicine. Since all the active ingredients have tested before I can be grandfathered in once the trials come back clean. Now I just need to wait for all the paperwork to go through."

I beam brightly. "So how does it feel? Revolutionizing medicine like that?"

"It feels really cool actually, I can't imagine how many people this will help!" She exclaimed excitedly.

I chuckle, "I suppose being filthy rich is nothing compared to that?"

"I mean, yeah, the money is nice too, but I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I made that money by keeping the things people need for daily life all to myself."