In a world that hates and fears them for being mutants, the X-men continue using their powers to try and be elements of peace. Unfortunately, it is proving to be an uphill battle as the Friends of Humanity's presence grows in the public eye.

As the Friends of Humanity continue to be agents of chaos, discrimination, and detestation against mutants, there are also those who are looking for ways to try and make the world more peaceful. The X-men aren't the only ones who are hoping to prove that peace is a better solution than violence. Hank Pym – Giant Man – is Tony Stark's best friend since childhood, and has a pacifistic mindset and a peaceful view for the world. Pym having peace in mind, he is hoping to find better solutions to help Tony privatize world peace and aid the X-men in their quest for making the world peaceable.

Issue 50: Mysterious Mojo Part 1

Pym Enterprises – One Week Ago

"Hank, I do not know why this is so important to you. I know you do not like violence, baby, but, seriously? Creating an AI system with Tony Stark and Hank McCoy to put into emergency protocols to protect the whole entire world?" asked Janet "Wasp" Van Dyne as she watched her fiancé, Hank "Giant Man" Pym present to her his own idea of achieving world peace.

Just hearing that her fiancé wanted to create an artificial intelligence brought Janet feelings of weariness. She knew her fiancé to be an ambitious man, but he often went over his head and didn't think about consequences that could come with it all. More than anything, it made Janet determined to make sure that her fiancé didn't go through with this. She understood, though, that a huge part of why Hank wanted to do this was because he wanted to make the world a better place. He wanted the world to be peaceful. He was nothing more than a noble idealist like that of Professor Charles Xavier.

"Jan, you just don't understand what this could mean! Why the hell is the government relying on Sentinels to keep mutants in line, when they could have an AI system, based on my brain patterns, protecting the country? And this new project Senator Kelly is launching with that MRD is violating basic human rights. Think about what we can achieve. And I think the X-men would appreciate it highly," said Hank.

"But, Hank . . . you . . . you haven't had the best luck with mental health lately. Your bipolar disorder has been getting worse. I understand that you mean well, honey, but, think about the risks! You never think about the risks that can come with something such as this," Janet said. "Use your head!"

"Jan, honey –!" Hank started to say.

"No, let me finish!" Janet said angrily.

"No, c'mon, Jan, don't lecture me! I think I did plenty to prove myself these past few years! I gave you your job as my lab assistant, I put you in a beautiful home; I gave you nice things . . ." Hank was growing increasingly angrier, a sign of his bipolar disorder starting to flare up and threatening to have him go into a manic episode.

"Did you just hear the words you just used? "I put you here!" It sounds like you picked me up off of 42nd Street, and fucking put me here! Do not speak to me like that!" Janet growled. "Okay? Stop and think for two minutes before you go in plotting stuff like this! I can't let you –!"

That was the moment Janet felt Hank's hand backslapping her hard in the face, her head whipping to the side.

"No, Jan, you just don't get it do you? You do not see how this can benefit the world! Stop only thinking of yourself!"

"No, and keep your hands off of me! Okay? I'm done! You know what? If you want to self-destruct, then don't ask me to be part of it!" Janet spat, walking out of the room. She turned on her heel and stalked out of the lab, but before she could fully leave, she said, "I'll start packing up the apartment. I'm sleeping on the couch tonight."

X-Corporation Tower, Tony's Office – Present Day

"So, let me get this straight," Hank McCoy said. "You are looking to build artificial intelligence to add to United States protocols to keep the country secure?"

"Yes, McCoy," Hank Pym said simply. "We're living in a time where we are seeing the harm being done to mutants and humans alike. You saw what happened the other day at the presidential rally for Lilandra Neramani; it will only continue to get worse if we do not find some other solution to the problem."

"Well, old friend, I would typically support your decision, but you are talking about basing this AI, which you call Ultron, off of your brain patterns," Charles Xavier started to say.

"Not you too, old man," groaned Pym with a roll of his eyes. "First Jan, now you!"

For the past hour, Hank Pym had been trying to pitch the idea of building the artificial intelligence based off his brain patterns to Charles, Tony, and the other members of X-Corporation. However, like with Janet, Pym was hitting a brick wall trying to get them to see his side to it all. Add to that, Tony had managed to gather enough strength to force himself out of the convalescence room with assistance of Moira. Moira had placed Tony in a wheelchair, since he was still heavily weak and sickly due to his cutting cold turkey from alcohol.

Tony was currently wearing the Stark Industries sweatpants and white t-shirt he'd been wearing for nearly a whole week. He had a blanket wrapped over him as onslaughts of chills ran through his entire body. His head continued to spin and he continued to feel significant discomfort. Nonetheless, it did not mean he wasn't the least bit interested in what his best friend had to say.

"If Jan already warned you then I assume you did not listen to her," Pepper Potts quipped from where she sat next to Tony. "I've never known you to take anyone's advice, Henry, let alone your fiancé's."

"Pepper does make quite the point, Henry," said Xavier. "Basing Ultron off your brain patterns could lead into something rather catastrophic. Are you still in therapy for your bipolar disorder and depression?"

Pym was silent upon Charles asking him that question. "Uhh . . ."

"I take that as a no," said Beast in a stern tone.

"So, give us a good reason why we should back you up on this project? Why should we aid you?" asked Pepper.

"Can you all just think about the benefits that could come from us creating something like Ultron? I see a suit of armor around the world, protecting it from anything that means to cause it harm," Pym insisted.

"But why your brain patterns in particular, may I ask?" asked Charles in a serious tone.

"Professor Xavier, I can assure you that I am creating this AI with nothing but good intent; making sure to program into this AI that it will be used strictly for armistice, and not anarchy, I think we can and will make it work," Pym insisted. "I just want to use this AI to bring peace to mankind. Professor Xavier, you talk about this all the time. I think you, of all people I've grown to know and respect, could appreciate me creating something that will be designed to bring world peace. If this AI understands that its role is to be a pacifist; to protect us all from anything hostile, then why not create it? All I want, as a person who doesn't want war in this world, is to find a more nonviolent solution to a world that is completely divided right now, especially on the mutant issue."

Tony sat there, contemplating it. He understood that his oldest friend, Hank Pym, was a pacifist by nature, much like Beast. Of course, Pym would want to create something like an AI to privatize world peace. In fact, they both had talked about it when they had been in school together.

"Tony, you know how we've talked about this. When we were in school how we discussed building an AI that can potentially help protect not just the United States, but, the entire world," Pym tried to persuade.

"I thought that Ultron was just a fantasy, though," Tony said.

"Yesterday it was, my friend," Pym insisted. "But, between our resources at Pym Enterprises and Stark Industries and even X-Corporation, we have more than enough resources and funds to build Ultron now. All I am asking for is your support."

Tony let out a sigh. He knew that there was no persuading Pym otherwise. The man was almost as stubborn as Tony was.

"There's no telling if this could actually work," said Beast with a shake of his head. "But, I think, to make sure that your brain patterns are indeed the answer behind fashioning this AI which you call Ultron, I suggest you allow Tony and I to crunch numbers and decide whether or not this is the case. Do you have a prototype of this AI completed yet?"

"Yes, I do; it's sitting in my lab at Pym Enterprises as we speak," Pym said.

"Very well then; I think we should start making sure that everything adds up as soon as we possibly can," Beast said. "If what Henry says is true, and his brain waves are the only solution behind this, then, we can get started soon."

"Fair enough, Beast; that I can agree on," Pym said with a nod of his head. "I'll be at my lab waiting for you whenever you are ready." Pym proceeded to walk out of Tony's office; however, Charles and Pepper were still wondering if Pym creating an AI based off of his brain patterns was the answer behind world peace.

"Professor, do you honestly think that this could be the solution behind world peace?" Tony asked.

"Tony, if you want me to give you my honest estimation, I frankly think that this proposal is something that can lead into mayhem, but I cannot make Henry's decisions for him," Charles said finally.

"You want to give him the rope to hang himself?" asked Pepper as Tony got wheeled out of the room by Moira so she could take him back to the infirmary for him to rest.

"From what I have observed over the years, sometimes, you just have to let people learn things the hard way and learn from their own gaffes. I think that that is what needs to happen here," Charles said, even though he didn't like this one bit at all.

Mojovision Studios – Hollywood, California

Many would think that the life of being a mutant in a world that hated and feared you was hard. But, for Alison Blair, she considered herself to be the exception to this.

Armed with her ability of using sound vibrations to produce beams of light, Alison found that using her mutant abilities to become a huge star all over the charts of iTunes and Hollywood was much easier than she ever thought that it could ever be. However, the only real struggle she faced was the fact that not too many people wanted to book her as an act in their venues, or cast her in movies or TV. Knowing she could not lose another opportunity at a gig, the young woman understood that her meeting at Mojovision Studios had to go well.

With her manager, Sean Kirby, at her side, Alison stepped off her tour bus, her short dirty blonde hair streaked with highlights of hot pink, blue, and purple. She was wearing ripped jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a black, studded leather jacket.

"Are you sure this is the place?" she asked her manager in a serious tone as she took in the sight of Mojovision Studios, which appeared to be completely shut down with no activity.

"Yes, this was the address that I was given, Ms. Blair," her manager replied.

As the two walked further up the studio lot, they could see a man in about his mid-thirties with dark hair approaching them.

"Ah, you must be Quentin Beck," Alison said with a smile. "You were who we spoke with on the phone?"

"Yes, yes, as a matter of face, Ms. Blair. In fact, my boss, Mr. Adams; he was interested in having you being part of this for quite some time. He's wanted you for his reality show for a while now, and we believe you could be the very thing that would bring us good ratings. Believe me; we need them more than anything. You help us, we'll help you in return; ever since our main cast member, Arthur Centino, quit last year, we were looking for someone to replace him for our show, Mojoworld," Quentin said with a smile. "Come with me, I shall introduce you to your opponent."

Alison nodded, proceeding to follow Quentin inside the studios, where she could see a tall young man with dark red hair standing there, flipping through a deck of cards.

"Webber Torque, meet your newest opponent, Alison Blair. I think you will find a note-worthy opponent in her ever since Longshot ended up retiring last year," said Beck.

"Ah, yes, I recognize you, Alison. Songs all over the iTunes charts," said Webber with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, but, it's been quite the struggle booking gigs at this point know that the world is less than kindly towards mutants. That is why I decided to take this, because anything that brings me a paycheck, I gotta do what I gotta do," Alison replied back.

"Well, we were hoping for you for a while. Ever since my co-star retired last year from the show, we've needed a replacement for him. At this point, with the recognition that you get in the mutant community for your music and acting talents, we think you're a rather fine addition." Webber smiled wider at the young, mutant pop star.

"So, when do I meet Mr. Adams?" asked Alison as she followed Webber onto the main stage, which was huge and vast.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I've never met the man, but, apparently, he's a television producer who was willing to give Beck here a chance at show business. You see Beck's had it rough, being a mutant with telepathic abilities which allow him to create illusions; he's been disgraced from the entertainment world because he cannot book a job as a stuntman or an actor. He's a master of his craft. He's got quite the amount of talent, but, he cannot find a job anywhere," explained Webber with a heavy sigh. "And they took quite the chance on me to get this show started, considering the only talent I've got is being an expert at video games."

Alison nodded along with this, seeming to understand.

Meanwhile, from where he sat, Mojo Adams – producer of Mojovision studios, watched on with a smile on his face. The albino, obese man sat there in his suit up in the control booth, watching as the two newest contestants of his failing TV show took the stage, which was laced with mutant power dampeners without.

"Are you ready, Mysterio?" asked Mojo.

"Indeed, Mojo; we shall begin the show," said Beck, grinning as his eyes proceeded to grow a shade of purple. Before Alison and Webber knew it, the environment around them proceeded to warp and twist around them, images and colors swirling and a sensation of them falling through an abyss overwhelmed both contestants of the TV show Mojoworld.

"What the hell is happening?" asked Alison in a panic.

"This is the start of the show," explained Webber as finally, the dizzying, falling sensation around the both of them came to a halt. That was the moment they could hear the sounds of a voice filling the air, and they took in their surroundings. Their surroundings seemed to be some sort of island of some kind; however, it was raided with technology beyond anything that Alison had ever seen before in her lifetime.

"Ahhh . . . Webber "Arcade" Torque and Alison "Dazzler" Blair. I see that the two of you are ready for the games to begin!" boomed the flamboyant, over-the-top voice of Mojo Adams. "Welcome to Mojoworld, the place where you fight for survival in a world created by our very own Quentin Beck – Mysterio! I hope the two of you are prepared to see who ends up winning. Also, no mutant powers allowed!"

"Wait, what?" cried Alison as century guns suddenly started to fire every which way, forcing the young woman to dodge out of the way.

"You heard the man!" Arcade cried out.

X-Corporation Tower – Rec Room

"Okay, Scott, I'm telling you, if you compare Injustice 2 to Injustice Gods Among Us, I would say Injustice 2 is definitely the better game," quipped Bobby, who was in the middle of playing the story mode on Injustice 2 on the PlayStation 4.

"That we can agree on, Bobby," said Scott, watching as Bobby engaged in a battle as the Flash against Captain Cold.

"Can you two remind me why you're playing this right now?" Kitty asked, who was eating a bag of chips.

"Because, there's nothing good to watch on TV," Jean said. "Watching my boyfriend and Bobby beat the crap out of each other as they play video games is more amusing than cable television. That is unless you count that show with Anna Paquin's husband Stephen Moyer, and Amy Acker. Or how about that animated show with Nolan North and Steve Blum? I'm pretty sure reruns of that show still air on Disney."

"Very true," Scott said with a nod.

"Scott, I never thought you'd have enough time in the day to play video games," quipped Warren.

"Hey, I may be field leader of the X-men, but, that does not mean I do not have time in the day to do things like this. I've got other hobbies, you know," said Scott.

"I never said you didn't have hobbies Slim," Warren said. "I'm just surprised that right now you aren't sorting through your collection of DVDs."

"I could always plug in an episode of that TV show Zoo," Scott said.

"Scott, the plot of that show just gets stupid after a certain point. How many mutated, crazy animals can people hunt down on one show?" asked Jean.

"Hey, it was good until the plot got stupid," Scott said.

Suddenly, that was the moment the TV screen went black.

"What?" Bobby whined. "Oh, come on rip off!"

"Hey, for all we know, Beast and Forge are probably running their experiments downstairs," said Scott. "I'll ask them if somehow, that's interfering."

"I doubt that very highly, Scott," said Kitty, still polishing off the bag of BBQ potato chips.

"Kitty, don't eat all those. Those just happen to be my favorite," Jean warned. "I also hope you didn't finish off the rocky road ice cream in the freezer either."

"Nobody eats rocky road but you Jean; well, unless you count Kurt, with his metabolism," quipped Kitty.

"Alright, guys, guys, something's wrong with this television. I mean, didn't we just buy this a month ago?" asked Bobby, getting up to see what was wrong.

"Well, I see that it's on. I don't know what the problem is," Warren said.

Suddenly, that was the moment the TV screen flickered again, but instead of going back to the images on the PS4, it showed something else entirely. It showed an image of a young, blonde-haired woman and a red-haired young man fighting to what appeared to be the death on the TV screen.

"What the hell is this?" asked Bobby.

"Wait, Scott, isn't that . . .?" Jean started to ask.

"Alison Blair . . . Dazzler, holy shit!" Scott's jaw dropped.

"Who is Dazzler?" asked Kitty.

"Don't tell me you do not keep up to date with social media, especially mutant celebrities. That woman, Dazzler, she's an up-in-coming pop star and actress who has started to become huge in the spotlight as of lately. That's because she uses her powers of converting sound vibrations into beams of light energy to put on one hell of a light show to perform one heck of a concert. She's had songs all over the iTunes charts for almost a year," said Scott.

"How do you know that?" asked Warren.

"Are you kidding me? When it comes to staying up to date with the latest and greatest music and movies, my boyfriend's a geek!" Jean said with a roll of her eyes. "Whatever's going on, this clearly isn't normal."

"How can you tell?" Bobby asked.

"I just know," Jean said with a shake of her head.

"Do you suggest we suit up and figure out what is happening?" asked Warren.

"Is that a serious question?" Scott raised an eyebrow at the winged mutant, and they proceeded to exit.

Up next: Mysterious Mojo Part 2