Weapon X, I knew that one. It was a movie about Wolverine, but it was really a series of government projects to give soldiers mutant abilities. But, it was also synonymous with Wolverine in most comics. The 'X' was actually the roman numeral for '10' whereas the first incarnation of the program was 'Weapon I' which gave birth to Captain America.

I'd assume they were trying to integrate the Wolverine's X-Gene into me seeing as how he was captured for the experiment and this wasn't project Weapon XI.

But that was a story for another time seeing as how I had more immediate needs for my attention.

Dying from cancer, while generally uncomfortable, was more like a silent death. I had aches, pains, and headaches from hell, but it was gradual so I think I got used to it.

Being cut felt like a sharp, hot pain. So did being electrocuted. They were cutting pains, more precise.

But this.

This shit different.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't manage enough energy to scream.

I wanted to claw my own eyes out, but because my hands were bound I couldn't reach my face.

I just wanted it stop, oh God, someone please make it stop.

Industrial sized needles bore into every facet of my body. One was between my eyes perpendicular to two in my temples. There were two on each arm and leg, and another was digging into my spine while another sank through my solar plexus.

"Ladies, gentlemen! You are witnessing evolution! One must be quick so that the body does not have the chance to self implode on itself from the process. You must be thorough so that all essential parts of the body are being given the same treatment."

The mad scientist paused as the vital reading assistants spoke.

"199's heart rate is exceeding natural limits at 300 beats per minute."

"Subject's temperature is higher than any other that's been recorded thus far."

"199 has exceeded record cognizant time of any other subject."

The lead scientist continued. "One must be resilient enough to survive whatever is thrown his way."

And that was when my eyes rolled back.

"This is the...full success we've had."

"...199 genome is...well suited for..."

"...will give time to...place him in cell..."

"Same cell as...?"

"...what I said, pair him with..."

….

This jumble of a world between My Hero and Marvel made me think hard about the end-game villains that'd eventually plague the world.

All For One was definitely out there which was scary. Thinking about the kind of damage he could do while in the company of the Marvel villains made me shelve that idea for later out of the sheer need to not concern myself with that mess.

The thing is, though, is that I really didn't know much about the Marvel side of this spectrum. Mutants were still, technically, part of the Marvel Cinematic Universe. But that still meant there was still Thanos, Ultron, the fucking Celestials. My Hero's power scaling was so skewed against the Marvel-verse threats it was laughable.

And here I was. A small, Quirkless boy in a cell.

Again.

The first instinct I had was to vomit when I opened my eyes but the nausea quickly left me as a tingle washed over my body.

I actually felt...okay. I rose my hand to my face and inspected my arm, trying to see if there were any holes there from the needles but I found my regular skin.

Sitting up slowly, I also realized that the pain I had grown accustomed to feeling from my beat down was also gone. I didn't just feel okay, I realized, I felt great. I was also wearing the same, white, two-piece jump suit that I had on earlier.

Looking around the cell, I rose an eyebrow. There were two beds here and this cell didn't have the clear walls the other ones did. There was a sink like last time but there was also a smaller, separate room with no door that had a shower and toilet.

This wasn't studio apartment level by any means, but it was a step up from my last room.

I then frowned. "Emma..." I sighed sadly.

Was she still alive? I wasn't conscious for my trip here, but if I knew anything about Weapon X pirate programs, Deadpool being anything to go by, then there was barely a snowball's chance in hell she was still alive.

I hit my fist against the wall, loss filling my gut.

So much for being able to keep my promise. When she needed me most, I fucking failed her.

Hitting the wall again, a deep seated anger replaced the sadness.

"Fucking animals."

Growling this time, I stood up and paced around the room.

Hydra was always the go-to, back drop, smallish time villains, that really only made their way around the world through lies and deceit since they were disassembled by Cap in World War 2.

They were always the ones to do the experiments, the ones to kill to achieve their goals of a Hydra encompassing the world, the ones that decided it was their way, or six feet under.

They were comic book villains and always lost in the end, but this wasn't a comic book and they had now made this personal.

A deep, guttural, noise tore its way through my throat as I hit the concrete wall again, the skin of my knuckles giving way to the wall. I didn't feel it though. All I felt was wrath. Breathing loudly, I felt blood trickle down my hand as I pulled back.

"I'm going to fucking kill them all."

I grimaced. I can't keep moping on this. I'll get my revenge, but I have to keep moving. Being angry and depressed all the time sounds shitty.

A moment passed and the haze that filled my head began to recede as I ran a hand over my knuckle, expecting a stinging sensation to flood my senses. I was surprised when I only felt the quickly drying blood.

Bringing it up to my face, I allowed a small smile to come over features. There it was, pristine skin and not a gash from the concrete in sight.

"I guess it worked. Explains why I'm still alive, too," I mumbled. I still felt the sting of sadness and regret, but I had to keep going forward. For mine and Emma's sake.

That was when I heard walking from outside of the door. There were a few sets of footsteps that were gradually getting closer before they stopped in front of the cell. I heard a soft 'badoop' noise and the door slid open.

There were two fully kitted out guards with the same man that tasered me in front of them. He saw me and offered a small, almost unnerving smile.

"Ah, 199! I'm happy that you are up and about. You flat-lined on the way back to your cell so I wasn't sure if I'd be coming back to a corpse or not," he said as he entered the room with his hands behind his back.

I just glared at him. "Give me another gun and I'll make sure one of us flat-lines," I muttered out.

The guards shuffled but the scientist merely laughed and rose a hand, dismissing them. "I'm sure you would, 199. Anyways, we're dropping off your new roommate. Please do get along," he said, turning around and walking out of the cell.

I just moved over to my bed and sat down as another guard came from around the corner with a young girl. She had the same outfit as I did and looked bored more than anything. She didn't have any restraints on her either.

She had brown hair and brown eyes, and maybe looked to be a year younger than me. I rose a brow. I didn't recognize this girl from the last testing area. Maybe she was the another success?

The guards quickly left the room and the scientist stepped in the doorway again.

"Please try not to kill each other...not like you could, anyways."

And with those outstanding words of confidence, the door slid shut and footsteps were hear retreating down the hallway.

The girl just looked around the room and then back at me before moving over to the unoccupied bed.

And that was when I saw it.

Proudly displayed on the back of her uniform was a solid black 'X-23'.

Many memories of how the girl was raised flashed through my eyes. In those comics it was some other company but here, it was Hydra that was influencing her growing up.

I'm so fucked.

….

Alright, maybe I'm not so fucked?

When I realized who I was dealing with, I promptly sat on my bed and waited for the inevitable attack of a feral, female clone of Logan AKA Wolverine.

But then she just sat on her bed and went to sleep, barely a glance in my direction.

From my knowledge, X-23 or 'Laura Kinney', was the product of a place aptly dubbed 'The Facility.' She was supposed to be a perfect clone of Wolverine but they had failed to extract the Y chromosome. Another scientist, Sarah Kinney, used her own eggs to produce the other X chromosome and 'gave birth' to Laura.

Subsequently, she was raised as a weapon within the Facility and they used radiation to forcibly activate her X-Gene.

Brainwashed, experimented on, and it all lead to killing her teacher, a man who treated her with kindness, when given a 'trigger scent' that made her fall into the classic Wolverine berserker rage.

Afterwards she was given a new teacher who trained her more harshly than the first but Sarah Kinney still tried to let Laura lead a life that didn't just comprise of killing and training. After a cluster of underhanded plot-lines later, a new supervisor didn't like how Sarah was treating Laura and introduced the trigger scent when Laura was present with Sarah making her kill her mother. With Sarah's dying breath, she officially named X-23 'Laura.'

Laura then destroyed the rest of the facility and eventually joined the X-Men after a few years on her own.

What the fuck she was doing her was beyond anything I could think of. She also didn't seem that feral, at least, I hoped she wasn't.

Observing her sleeping form, not in a creepy way, I hummed in thought.

I supposed she wasn't all that bad in the comics when she wasn't given the trigger scent, but I wasn't too sure. This was a Hydra facility so there was definitely something going on.

Sighing to myself, I stood from my bed and walked into the shower room and began to discard my clothes. The last shower I had was the one I woke up to when it washed all the blood off my beaten body.

I turned the water on and was pleasantly surprised to feel that the water was warming up steadily. The 'showers' in the other cells were lukewarm at best and freezing at worst. Turning to the mirror, I observed myself.

My hair was messy and all over the place. The dirty blonde mane was kissing the nape of my neck and was falling in front of my eyes. In my other life I had hair like this when I was in my teens but cut in shorter when I started college.

Brushing it out of my eyes I noticed the full length of the now singular scar on my face. The one from Michelle had already been in the process of healing and, based off a leap of logic from what healing factors I knew of, it healed up until the formation of a scar as if was the base blueprint of my body.

The cut from that bitch Michelle looked like it had been there for a while now. It was still situated on the left side of my forehead, over my eye, and down to my cheekbone. The cut from the guards was completely closed and only pristine looking skin remained. I'd take that win.

And on my fucking face, too, man. C'mon.

Average looking was how I'd best describe my previous life's looks. I had, had a couple girlfriends, but they were as average as I was. But I had a better look to me now. As if someone had cleaned up my previous looks and added dashes of cuteness here and there. But I was still a kid.

I really did not have a lot of time these past couple weeks to really sit down and process what was going on around me. It didn't help that shit progressively got more fucked as time went on. And now I had a relative moment of peace.

The collar was still around my neck and I felt nothing inhibited, just as I had previously. Emma had reached out to a couple kids around us back in the other cells and they said they felt awful being cut off from their Quirks. I had a few years left of my denial in hoping that I was just a late bloomer with my quirk.

Humming, I turned and entered the shower and let the water fall down my small body.

I really think that it's odd that X-Genes are different from Quirks.

From my introspection, they were fundamentally the same. They gave you powers that you wouldn't normally have, were given to you through artificial, intentional, means (All for One), born with them, or gained through accidents.

After washing myself, I leaned against the wall with the water still running. "But are they really different things?" I mumbled.

Backpedaling my thoughts from days prior, Quirks were introduced 200 years before My Hero Academia canon whereas Mutants' first appearance was over five thousand years ago with En Sabah Nur AKA Apocalypse.

He was born in ancient Mesopotamia with gray skin and blue accents on his face. He was abandoned Spartan style in the desert before bandits found him. Their leader raised him and eventually his powers came to fruition and he conquered Egypt and fucked around all over the world.

There was a lot of other shit that he did throughout the ages that I honestly skimmed over because the X-Men comics weren't my favorite. The X-Men also fought him multiple times, etcetera, etcetera.

Whether or not that applied to this world, I didn't know.

Mutants were much more rare in the Marvel-verse than Quirks were in My Hero. Over eighty percent of the world population in My Hero had Quirks whereas the X-Gene was exclusively recessive and had nothing to do with lineage.

Did someone introduce Quirks to the modern world? Or did the X-Gene mutate and become something easily transmissible when genes were given to the child?

Finishing my shower, I allowed a huff to escape my throat as I pushed my hair back. Too many questions, too many variables.

And where did I fall in all this? Was the only reason for me being here to be a lab rat then an assassin made by Hydra? Would I even see anything that I'd want to, do anything I wanted to do? Or was this my fate?

Sighing loudly, I reached for a towel that was on a towel rod next to the shower.

"Here you are."

"Thanks."

I was now getting into the existential question line and that would be a rabbit hole I did not think that would be able to escape from any time soon. Plus-.

Wait a second.

Turning my head, there was X-23 standing right in front of me with a curious expression on her face.

She was clothed and I was not. She looked me up and down before pointing down. Following her finger slowly I realized what she was pointing at.

"What's that thing?" She asked, pulling her pants forward. "And why don't I have one?"

A pause.

"This has gotta be the worst trip on pain meds I've ever had."

….

Sitting on my bed fully clothed with X-23 on the other, I had my legs and arms crossed and leaned against the wall. I had also mustered the most pensive look I could.

I just stared at her. She looked almost like an average, young girl. Brown hair, brown eyes with a little button nose. Then again, Wolverine had brown hair and eyes, so it was to be expected his clone had the same traits.

X-23 tilted her head almost like a puppy. "What?"

How would this really play out? What the aim of the Hydra agents here? Were they starting their own superpowered army? Had they totally given up on the Super Soldier serum? There was nothing that I could gleam from my meta knowledge about this. This was clearly a Hydra base and not 'The Facility' where X-23 originally grew up. This was some offshoot of a comic that I didn't read. Maybe.

I truthfully didn't know. I was more into the mainstream Marvel comics and the movies if anything. I didn't have a photographic memory. Really I just replaced all the brain power that could've been filled with 'useful' things with information that I actually enjoyed knowing. But that could only go so far.

I didn't have the 'nitty gritty, min-maxed, whole life spent' knowledge that a lot of the fanfiction's OC MC's had. And that was fine if I was in literally any other situation that was even sort of mainstream.

This was both a mashup world and had either the Marvel comics in it or the extended Marvel cinematic universe. With My Hero sprinkled on top of it, I just didn't know if my knowledge even had value.

Snapping back to reality, oops there goes gravity -

Man, I loved that song. Do they have an Eminem here?

I blinked as I looked at X-23. "So...are we roommates now?" I asked her slowly.

X-23 shrugged. "I suppose. I do not know what a 'roommate' is. But this is a room, and we are here together. So...maybe?" she ended in a shrug.

Shutting my eyes for a moment, I realized what I was dealing with. A heavily sheltered, probably here all her life X-23.

But if wanted to make it out of here alive, I'd need someone who'd help me. Even with my regeneration, I didn't doubt for even a millisecond that Hydra didn't have ways to subdue a mini Wolverine.

But for that to happen, she'd have to be on my side. With Hydra's history of brainwashing, though, I didn't know how deep I'd have to go until I could truly trust her.

Shrugging, I explained to her what a roommate was. Friendliness was the first step towards trust I supposed. "Roommates are people who share the same living space but usually aren't related to each other. It's sort of like people splitting an apartment or a college dorm."

X-23 nodded in understanding at that explanation. "What's a college?"

Slapping myself with a sigh I began the long, arduous task of teaching her a portion of the English language while trying to avoid making the rabbit hole I found myself in deeper.

….

It must've been late in the day because a singular meal was dropped off before the lights in the cell went out.

X-23 and I were both laying in our beds. Sleep was eluding me because I had spent most of the day unconscious, and I picked up the soft sound of her breathing.

Sighing to myself, I turned over to look towards her.

I could see just a little better, hear just a little better, and smell more, but I think that the prioritized function in that transfusion was to give me the regeneration factor of the Wolverine. I didn't want to test it. I didn't enjoy being hurt, nor did I want to go through the things that the Wolverine himself went through to showcase how insane his healing factor was.

I saw her eyes fluttering up and down which meant she was looking at the ceiling.

Letting loose a breath I was about to turn over to the wall before she called out to me.

"199?"

Because of the impromptu grammar class earlier I guess I forgot to give her my name.

"What's up?" I muttered out.

"The ceiling- oh wait, you told me that was a form of acknowledgment or greeting," she paused which made me chuckle lightly.

A few seconds later, she picked back up on her sentence. "Are you like me? A clone of someone you've never met?" she asked while turning towards me.

Blinking, I almost laughed. That was deep. I supposed it was the nighttime thoughts getting to her.

"No, I'm not. I was kidnapped and taken here. They gave me some mutant gene that I think you have."

Laura hummed in response. "Then you have been outside, yes? What is it like there?" she asked me softly.

Propping my head up with my hand I tossed a few words around in my mouth before responding. "It's big. Really big. There's big cities, or towns that are filled with people. People that don't treat you badly, and some that do. It's just how they are, I guess. But there's a lot of things to do. There are malls, restaurants, farms, tall buildings that reach the sky. There's big forests, lakes, and oceans. Also, there's lots of different foods, too. It's really just...big," I explained to her.

I could feel that she had a lot of questions about things that didn't come up in the 'lesson' earlier, but she didn't ask them and just listened.

A minute passed like this before a question of my own popped into my head.

"How long have you been here, 23?"

She was silent for a moment longer before responding. "I have been here as long as I can remember. All I know are the halls around this place. The people come and go, but I have been here since I was born."

Grimacing to myself, I continued. I needed information and I needed it badly. "Do you know who your parents are?"

Seeing her shake her head on her bed, she continued to look at the ceiling. "I was told that I was a product of an experiment and was given to the lead scientist here, 'Mr. Z.' I have been raised here and haven't been outside. They locked me up, and only let me out to change cells," she ended with a small voice.

Who was 'Mr. Z?' The only one I can think of is Armin Zola, but he should be dead and uploaded into that computer. Wait, is this that same facility that Cap and Black Widow went to during Civil War? It is in New York, or at least I think it was in the movie. That'd make sense.

My eyes dialed back in to the direct problem hand, though.

This girl's had it rough. It seems they're pretty laid back with her, though. She really just wants to go outside. But if she's only experienced here, will she want to leave? I thought before a sinister voice in the back of my mind betrayed my next thought.

Oh, you wanna save her? You couldn't save Emma. And now she's dead because of you. You gonna let this girl die, too? Looks like the world's hero complex has already rubbed off on you.

My brows furrowed as anger resurfaced in my chest. It'll be different this time. It'll be different...

Whatever keeps us sane. We both know you'll fail. You're trying to be a hero when you only have third hand knowledge from things that didn't even exist until two weeks ago.

I blocked it out. I couldn't give up. Not yet. X-23 needed my help and I needed hers if we were gonna get out of here.

"I'm going to help you see the outside, X-23. We'll get out of here and leave together. I promise," I told her, trying my best not to think of the last words I told Emma.

"But what will Mr. Z. think? I don't want to make him mad..."

There was the Stockholm syndrome, or at least a small part of it. "23, the people here that are 'looking after us' are bad people. They hurt me. They hurt my friend, too. I'm pretty sure they killed her. They are bad, bad people. When we get out of here, we won't come back."

After a moment of processing what I told her, she nodded to me. "I understand. I'm...sorry that happened to you, 199. But yes, we'll get out together," she said with a small smile.

"Cameron."

She blinked. "Is that a new word?"

Shaking my head. "No, it's my name. Cam-er-on," I sounded out.

"So...numbers are not names?" She said, as if processing something that was told her previously as a lie.

"No, they aren't," I said with a pause. I could just give her the name Laura and be done with it, but what if she wanted to be called something else? "Do you...want me to give you a name?"

X-23 shuffled in her bed before shaking her head. I could tell she had a ton of thoughts running through her head which could range from 'Who the hell is this guy?' to 'My whole life is a lie.'

"No...only when I get out. That way, it will be a reward for leaving. Leaving with my first...friend. We are friends...yes?" She responded after half a minute of silence. It seemed that she wasn't ignorant to what was taking place around her which I was thankful for. That would make this much more difficult.

She almost sounded afraid of my answer.

Smiling lightly, I laid back in my bed. "You're right, 23. We are friends."

...And I'll raise hell and heaven before I let this one go.

….

I read time here much the same way that I had in the other cell block. Meals were delivered three times a day but the guards would often come in the room, three at a time with one outside the door, to pick up the trays and drop off clean sets of towels and clothes.

A singular guard always stayed by the door while the other two did similar tasks to what a maid would do, which I found ironic. We were told to stand in front of our beds and not move unless the guards told us to. Laura obeyed quickly while I stood there with my arms crossed.

One guard looked like he wanted to say something, but another one stopped him.

I almost grinned.

Testing the waters in my new accommodations was much easier because they actually entered the cells. The way they were cleaning the room meant that whoever was in charge of them wanted us to be somewhat 'comfortable'. That meant we were an investment and drawing our ire (even though we were still locked up) was something they weren't keen on.

This was reinforced by the fact that I killed two guards and basically got off with a slap on the wrist. I had learned my lesson previously on antagonizing the guards so I didn't speak to them and X-23 didn't either.

There still wasn't much to do and three days went by somewhat quickly without us leaving our cells.

I spent most of my time fiddling with my collar, teaching my roommate more words without interrupting on what they meant, and working out more.

Because of my new regeneration I could easily complete my sets of exercises and be back at it within a couple minutes. The lactic acid from muscle use was filtered out and I didn't experience any soreness like how I usually would. This was dumb, but I couldn't go overboard just yet. Stunting growth with premature muscle exertion was a thing and I wouldn't let that happen.

What my regeneration did not do, however, was replace my energy. It didn't seem that it was like Recovery Girl's quirk where it used the patient's energy to replace the lost cells but I hadn't gotten a big enough wound to really establish a baseline.

But it was a novel feeling when you could sense your muscles becoming stronger over a period of minutes when it would usually take months.

When I became old enough, I could ride this out to stand at the peak of human physique, but I probably couldn't go much beyond that. And when there were beings that could level planets with a snap of their fingers, peak human physiology didn't mean much.

But until that point, I'd take what I could.

"So, tell me again. What is the point of...reading?" X-23 asked me as we sat on the floor of our cell between our beds.

I pulled out one of the history books that Mr. Z. had dropped off and pointed to the cover. It was a generic middle school level history book that went from the civil war up until 9/11 so I knew it fairly well.

It was surprising to see that the World War 2 section wasn't ripped out like I thought it'd be, but I guessed since there wasn't anything there that related to Hydra, they didn't care.

"Books are what help you learn. Or the internet. There's schools out there for kids our age that teach us our alphabet and cover a lot of subjects like math, science, history, and physical education," I explained.

At her understanding look, I continued.

"School usually starts when you're four or five and continues up until you're eighteen. Then there's college which gives you a piece of paper saying that you're qualified for whatever your degree is in. Make sense?"

These past few days of teaching her had actually paid off and I was glad that I didn't have to explain what every other word meant.

She also didn't question me on how I knew a lot of this stuff which made me sigh in relief. Emma thought I was just intelligent like her, but this really wasn't how a typical 9 year old acted. If I was in an actual foster home, I'd probably tone down my vocabulary a little bit.

I opened the book and moments later there were a series of footsteps outside of the door. A few more than usual.

We both stood up and I placed the book on my bed. The two of us took up our positions by our beds and waited.

The door opened to reveal two guards and Mr. Z. himself.

I had been looking directly at him more often now and I didn't see the resemblance to Armin Zola at all. This guy looked to be in his forties, didn't wear glasses, and had slicked back black hair. He looked nothing like Zola so it was either his son or someone else.

"Ah, just who I wanted to see," he said with a smile. A guard walked past him and held up some shackles.

I glanced at X-23 who stood there with a small, pained look on her face. I was expecting something like this for a while now and was thoroughly surprised it took this long.

"I'm amazed I had a few days of quiet," I spoke out loud as my hands were brought behind my back and ankles cuffed together.

Mr. Z. chuckled. "Yes, well, we had to prepare our labs for the upcoming events. X-23 is going to continue her training regimen after we conclude our tests," he spoke.

Suspicious. Very suspicious. I didn't like the sound of these 'events' or 'tests'.

The other guard in the room walked up X-23 and motioned for her to follow him. She spared one last look at me and walked out of the room with a couple more men following after her.

Looking at Mr. Z. the guard who secured me nudged me forward with an elbow. I grunted and walked out of the cell in the opposite direction of my roommate.

….

The guards and Mr. Z. were escorting me somewhere within the facility. I had no idea where I was going and this didn't seem familiar. That was probably because I was unconscious for the previous trip to my cell so I didn't take it personally.

I began to memorize the turns and hallways we were going down, though. There were guards at ever corner and some patrolled the hallways. It was a wonder there was such a large Hydra presence here in the United States. I had to remind myself that these were the comic book counterparts of the MCU Hydra. The comic book Hydra always seemed to have a veritable army at their disposal at all times with a semblance of leadership. This meant that this was sanctioned all the way up to Baron von Strucker.

That was a scary thought. Strucker died in the first Captain America movie, but his comic book counterpart always seemed to come back again and again.

Shuddering slightly, I pressed on. Not like I had much choice.

We soon entered somewhere that was very familiar to me.

An operating room.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck. Shit shit-.

My breathing rate began to elevate. I'd say I wasn't scared of hospitals, but being in one, living (taking up space), and dying in one apparently left a bad taste in my mouth.

I pushed back against the guards but a paired shove from each of them made me fall to the floor.

"No, no no no," I began to mumble with wide eyes.

"Why yes, 199. We must begin to understand the lengths at which the X-Gene took to you. And for that we need to do..." he paused. "Ah yes. Limit testing."

The guards picked my frantically kicking body off of the floor and attached my shackles to the table before metal restraints popped up from the operating area. Like before they went over my ankles and wrists but this time one appeared over my waist and over my head.

I pushed against the restraints fervently as Mr. Z. smiled at me. "Now, now 199. It will all be alright. Unless we failed of course and your regeneration is only a shadow of Weapon X's."

His smile suddenly turned cruel as my breathing picked up another gear.

"First we'll begin with pulling out your major muscle groups, then removing bones. Afterwards we'll inject you with most known diseases that still plague the modern world. It's all in good fun...right, 199?"

I felt a panic flush through me. "Why are you doing this?! You said I was your only full success! Why risk it?!"

Yelling was the only volume right now. I couldn't do much else. These simple steel restraints were what were keeping me in this hell. I was just that weak.

He chuckled as a team of doctors slid an array of tools over on a rolling table. I didn't even recognize some of them.

"While yes, out of the hundreds of children that have through this facility, you are the only one to fully take to the procedure. However..." He trailed off. "X-23 is the perfect clone of James Howlett and does not require such testing."

He poked my chest.

"You, however, are just a nobody. You're a child no one will miss. No one will look for you. And even if you die, you're just a number. Isn't that right, 199? We'll find someone with a similarly compatible genome and start this all over again."

I was going to throw up. I was gonna die here. Unless the genes they gave me saved me.

His smile turned chipper as he turned around.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" I screamed as one doctor picked up a scalpel and another a bone saw.

The man laughed as the door to the room opened.

"Remember good doctors, no pain inhibitors."

He paused as he turned with a sinister smile in place.

"It is the ultimate teacher, after all."

….

Heyo.

Kind of a by-chapter. We'll be out of this place soon enough so don't worry your sweet little heads.

Now, you might've noticed that I removed the HS DxD from this. After some talks with a couple reviewers, it just made sense. Four crossovers would be messy and the DxD part just didn't fit with the other intended X-Overs.

Sorry if I ruined any expectations or your waifus aren't gonna be here but that's how it is. This is now a MHA, Marvel, Invincible X-Over only.

Now, we see some inner thoughts here about Quirks and X-Genes and this will be an ongoing mystery. So just hang in there!

Review for me, plz. Makes me feel good.

Deuces.