Wreaking Havoc!

Fandom : X-Men/MCU

Timeline : 1962

Title : Wreaking Havoc!

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Alexander Summers, born September 19, 1944, in San Francisco, California. That is my name, apparently.

Or is it Prithviraj Kulkarni, born October 27th, 1996, in Belgaon, Karnataka?

I.. don't know. I just woke up, and I'm two people…? Or maybe I was one, and now I'm another.

Prithviraj was a normal guy, 25 years old, working in a shitty Back Office job. He bought stocks as a side hustle, together which had left him with around 50,000 rupees in savings. He wasn't a die hard fan of anything, but he enjoyed watching movies, TV series, and even anime.

But.. I'm in some sort of Prison now, and no where in Prithviraj's life did I ever see him commit a crime, or at least nothing that should land me in a prison as well built as this.

Alexander, meanwhile, was.. also normal? At least, in the beginning it was normal. Born before the end of World War II, he helped his parents out a lot. His father was an Army man, while his mother was just a simple Waitress. Alex helped them both immensely, be it in chores, or in earning money.

They didn't have much in the way of savings, but they made do. But then, two things happened simultaneously. When Alex was 6 years old, his mother gave birth to another son, Christopher. And then, just a few months later.. his father died, of illnesses he caught during the War.

Life still went on, Alex became the man of the house, so to speak, and began working a job. It began as a Paper boy, for a few years, and then, he worked in a movie theatre. He then switched to working as a Waiter, not in the same restaurant as his mother, and then a cook. He helped his mother start some savings, so that Christopher might not go through the same things that he had to go through.

One day, Alex saw one of his old bullies, by the name of Tommy, bully his brother, Christopher. Christopher, just 8 years old, was being bullied bt a 15 year old.

Alex saw red, and charged to attack Tommy. Something happened during that fight, something that even Alex didn't know what it was, and Tommy's face got burned on the right side. The thing was.. Alex just punched him a few times

Alex was tried as an adult, charged with Attempted Murder, and sentenced to 10 years in California State Penitentiary. His mother was ashamed, as well as devestated, and Chris was just scared. Alex.. was resigned to his fate.

He had understood that there was something inside of him that had hurt Tommy, and he suppressed it, kept a tight lid on it.

And that.. brings us to now.

I was in a simple Prison cell, with one other man with me. He was staring at me, as I looked all around the room, observing everything as if this is the first time I'm seeing it all. The man was named Roscoe, apparently, if my memories are to be believed.

"You looking for a way out now kid? Thought you liked it in here." The man asks, seeing me look around after just waking up.

I look at him, and say, "No.. just.. seeing."

Rosco chuckles, and says, "As long as you know there's no way out, Alex. The guards will sooner kill us than let us escape."

Ah, so I am Alex now. Which means I was Prithviraj before. Everything is so confusing. Memories were all mixed up.

I pick up my pillow, looking to see if I can find a phone. Did Alex own an Android or an iPhone?

Wait.

Do those phones even exist? What year is it, 1960? Yeah.. they definitely don't.

Alex was born so far in the past, or was Prithviraj born in the future? Am I one, or the other? Or am I both?

"Ow!" I wince, rubbing my forehead. My head hurts. Everything hurts. Everything BURNS!

IT wants to get out. IT will get out!

"AAAAARGHHHHH!" I yell, slamming my fists on the ground, having no idea when I'd fallen down.

My memories were showing me something, but it was all just thrown in together, making my head hurt.

Feeling something touch my shoulder, I slap my hand towards it, sending Roscoe flying with a red coloured punch. I stare at my fist, as Rosco slams into the wall, bleeding from his head.

My hand was.. glowing? It was red, bright crimson red. Like a blast, the Red spreads all over the room, burning everything.

My clothes, my bed, the pillow, the water bottle, Rosco's bed, his stuff, everything burns. Rosco.. he also burns, his screams sounding loudly all over the Prison. And I.. I remain the only unburnt thing in the Prison cell.

The last thing I see before I become unconscious, is the highly dense iron door being opened, letting in a few people.

The next time I open my eyes, I'm in solitary confinement. Sitting up, I once again observe everything, this time my memories a bit clearer, and without an aching head.

I was Alexander Summers, and I was Prithviraj Kulkarni. But now, I am both, a mixture of the two. I have the memories of both Alex and Prithviraj, all inside my head. They don't make sense still, but they're not as chaotic right now.

When the Prison guard brings me my lunch, I ask him what had happened. And he tells me, everything. The current rumour mill, was that Rosco tried touching me inappropriately, and I took revenge by burning him, and everything else.

My memories of the last two years in Prison tell me that Rosco was not that kind of person. He had been here for three years before I even came here, but he was a good man. Or at least, as good as criminals can be.

They didn't find what I used to create fire, but I know now. The Red glowing hand, the red in my vision, the burning sensation. I had something inside me, that much was already clear, even to Alex.

That something was what he had unwittingly used to burn Tommy's face, and Alex had suppressed it, never letting it out. And yesterday morning, IT got out. IT was some sort of energy, that was either created within me, or I took it from somewhere else.

Maybe this energy is what made Captain America into a Superhero? Nah, that was Vita Rays, believed to be pure Life Energy. My Energy is far more dangerous.

And then, I pause, two sets of memories fighting to get at the forefront.

Alexander Summers's memories told me tales of Captain America, a normal guy from Brooklyn that was turned into a Superhero by a German scientist. A real person that fought during World War II, and disappeared right before it ended.

Prithviraj Kulkarni's memories, meanwhile, told me about a movie series named Captain America, and the Marvel Cinematic Universe. The thing is.. they were both the same people, with same faces.

My head hurt some more, and it persists for a few hours, before it automatically dissipates. And it is only then that I realise it.

My name is Alexander Summers. SUMMERS! And I.. am a mutant in the Marvel Universe. At least, I might be in one of the Marvel Universes.

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47.. 48.. 49.. 50.. I huff, as I sit back from my push ups, resting on my knees.

It has been two years since I woke up in solitary confinement, and since I requested to be kept here. Of course, they let me out every few days, since I wasn't causing any troubles. But, they were also afraid of me burning more of their beds with some unknown means, and so, they allowed me my freedom of choice.

There was a reason I chose to isolate myself here, and it went beyond the original Alex's 'I don't want to harm anyone else.' from the X-Men Movies.

Oh, yeah. I had all my memories now. All of Alex's and Prithviraj's memories were now inside my mind, as if they came from the same person. Of course, it only goes so far since I've definitely forgotten a lot of stuff. But, I've tried to memorize most of the Marvel related stuff by way of Mentally repeating stuff.

Back to my reason, being in Solitary confinement allowed me a degree of freedom that is a lot higher than anything the outer Prison can give me. I got to train my body intensely, since I don't have to watch my back all the time.

They even gave me access to the gym once a week, since.. well why would they even refuse? I chose to be in Solitary, and I never caused trouble! Well, except for the first burning that caused Rosco's death.

May he rest in peace.

The Solitary confinement even allowed me to train my energy, one that Alex kept suppressed because he was afraid of it. And let me tell you, he was right to be afraid.

The Energy is destructive, and wild. Everytime I try to bring it ou, it goes wild, trying to burn everything. Thankfully, I had the good graces of trying it naked, while keeping all of the flammable stuff hidden.

Just like how a snake cannot poison itself, my energy doesn't harm me.

Raising my right hand, I focus on my connection to that energy, and call it forward. My hand glows with a soft red light, as the light surges forward from my torso, to my hand like a wave. Two disks are formed around my forearm, crossed over in an X, that start spinning around my forearm, while moving up and down.

My fist then glows red, a dark red, and a beam of that charged energy shoots out from it. Before it can go and damage the wall, I hold my left hand over my fist, causing the energy beam to hit my left palm. My hand gets pushed back a little, as it glows red after absorbing the energy. But otherwise, it remains unharmed.

As you can see, even after two years of training in Prison, the most I can do is fire a small beam out of my fists. This is useful, definitely, but it is nowhere near enough for me.

When I do this, most of the energy is released into the air, the spinning disks of energy taking care of it. Some of it, however, is absorbed back into my body by my left hand. I've done this so many times, that I have inherently realised, that my right hand is better for attacking, while my left is better for absorbing energy.

I doubt it will work for all energy, however.

Getting the water from the table, I emoty the bottle in one go, and sit back on my bed, to relax.

And then, the door to my cell opens, letting in three people, one of them the Warden of the Prison. The other two.. were men I've waited for these last two years.

Charles Xavier, and Erik Lehnsherr. Professor X, and Magneto.

"Mr Summers, my name is Prof. Charles Xavier, and this is my partner Erik Lehnsherr. We're here to make you an offer." Charles Xavier says, as he enters the cell, with Magneto right behind him.

I look at them both, and ask, "I'm listening."

The pair shares a glance, and Charles touches two fingers of his right hand on his forehead. As one, the Warden, and his two guards walk out, and begin talking amongst themselves. I just stare at them, wondering if my.. jury-rigged mental defence works.

Xavier says, "You have gifts, something that other people don't have. So do I, so does Erik. We, the CIA, are gathering people of.. similar situations, to fight an enemy who is.. like us."

"Prove it. Prove you're different." I say, still sitting down on my bed.

Charlus takes a step back, and Erik gets defensive, probably judging me to be aggressive. I must be quite a sight, just 18 years old and in Solitary confinement. My body was also pretty well defined, thanks to the presence of the Energy, and my own Physical conditioning.

Erik, Magneto, waves his hand, and my water jug floats over to him. He smirks at me, and drinks the water.

Charles says, "Erik here is a Magnetokinetic, he can control Magnetic fields to manipulate metals. I myself am a Telepath, I can read, and manipulate minds. As you might have seen, I mentally told these gentlemen to go to the side to discuss their favourite Baseball teams."

Well, I'll be damned. So this is definitely similar to my memories. I'm not crazy, I'm not delusional. I mean, my memories and my Energy showed my that I'm not, but still. Good to have a confirmation from someone else.

I nod, slowly, and say, "If I'm going to work for the Government, then I have some conditions."

The pair once more exchanges a look, and Charles says, "We.. aren't authorised to agree to any conditions you might put forth, I'm afraid. If you want, I can.."

I just see the annoyance on Erik's face right before he interrupts Charles. He says, "For fuck's sake, Charles. Agree to whatever he says. You can have the CIA accept his demands later. The more we delay here, the higher the chances get that Shaw succeeds."

Charles sighs, and reluctantly nods. He then asks me, "What are your conditions?"

I smile, happy at finally getting to leave this Prison, forever if I have my way. As I start stating my conditions, I internally sigh in relief. Either my Energy stops his Telepathy from working, or my.. other memories are not accessible to him.

Either way, I'm safe from a manipulative, future knowing Charles Xavier. I wonder how my life will turn out to be.

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A/N: For now, just a Plot Bunny with no plans of being written on.

As you can see, I really love Self Inserts. The other option was to just change his mentality a bit so Alex isn't as week in the first movie. But, it would have been just a retelling of the original story, with no changes to speak of.

This gives more chances for there to be changes.

The third option for the fic to begin will be right after Apocalypse's kidnapping of Charles Xavier. Energy attacks shouldn't work on Havoc or Cyclops, heck Havoc survived being thrown into the Sun! So, maybe after Stryker and his team leave the Mansion with the kidnapped mutants, Alex digs his way out of the ground, and finds the mutants.

Coincidentally, one of the young mutants is a Portal creator, and he asks them to send Alex to Cairo, where he knows Apocalypse is. And then, leaving one of the older kids incharge, he leaves for Cairo to fight Apocalypse.

If you didn't realise it, Alex isn't Scott's brother in this fic, he's his uncle. Chris is Scott's father. It didn't make sense to me that Alex was in his 40s in Age of Apocalypse, and had a 17 year old brother. Of course, Chris being the younger son had another reason.

Scott and Jean are a few years younger in this Universe, making it so they aren't present during Apocalypse's appearance. Otherwise Jean will defeat Apocalypse, leaving no glory for the MC Alex. I think, however, that there should be another Telepath present there, maybe Emma. Or Alex should become a temporary Phoenix host or something lol.

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