Random Set-Ups for Adoption #1

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Star-Jammin'

Christopher "Corsair" Summers really was never going to win the title of Greatest Father of All-Time. As if it wasn't enough that he disregarded searching for his two sons after escaping the Shi'Ar Empire—to pursue a life of piracy in space, no less!—now, much to Scott's incredulity, he found himself tied to an alien via a marriage contract Corsair signed to barter for goods.

And now, said betrothed alien was looking to collect.

His respect for his swashbuckling father only plummeted lower with the realization that Corsair pushed the deal through without any intention of fulfilling it—what with the pirate believing Scott dead at the time he dotted his I and crossed his T.

There was something to be said about Corsair, a man who used his presumed-dead son in a trade deal that Scott willfully ignored.

His eyes swept from silently cursing the heavens and back to the woman before him.

She was still staring at him, proving that she was not an illusion.

Great. Just great.

She was real.

This wasn't just him having a nervous breakdown.

Or—or further symptoms of brain damage.

How was he moving forward with this?

A/N: Basically, an excuse to pair Cyke with non-earthbound women. I had originally planned for at least 3 one-shots featuring Cyke with Starfire, then Soranik Natu, and then Tyke with Lala Satalin Deviluke. Yes. That Lala.

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The Glitch

The first sign the young Nathan Summers got that his plan didn't quite go perfectly was when, after helping send the time-displaced younger version of the Original Five squad back to their proper place, his father remained gone.

His gut bubbling with anxiety, Nathan quickly returned to his father's gravesite, where he had previously implanted a, for all-intents and purposes, pacemaker that used the Phoenix Force to resurrect him.

The sun was at its highest when he arrived but, as expected, there was nobody around. Most likely, the mutants were too busy licking their wounds, mourning their fallen, and possibly celebrating yet another lease on life.

But not him.

He was on a mission.

Gloved hands grasping tightly around the shaft of the shovel, Nathan began the laborious process of digging up his father's casket. Again.

Each strike against the ground came by more and more frequently as urgency pulsed through his veins. He hoped all was still well.

When at last he hit hardwood, his heart stilled, and he suddenly remembered to breathe.

"Please be there." He prayed to Mother Askani out of habit.

He tore open the lid and gasped.

His shovel fell on the empty casket with a hollow thud.

"No."

The body of Scott Summers was gone.

Frantically, his eyes took in every detail.

Clues. There had to be clues.

Who could have done this?

As he continued his frantic search, it would be much later when he noticed the soot from the lightly charred material of his father's resting place, and much later still when he pieced the puzzle together.

His father was gone.

A/N: If it wasn't obvious enough, the Phoenix Pacemaker malfunctioned. It revived Cyke but it also swallowed him whole, sending him hurtling to wherever reality. I guess this still can be used for Isekai!Cyke stories?

Would you believe I planned to use this as a premise to ship Cyke with Spider-Gwen? It was supposed to start with Gwen bumping into Cyke, who is trapped in the nexus between dimensions, while she was traversing through realities. Then somehow spins off from there.

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Hank McCoy is Irresponsible

Hank McCoy was not proud of himself. In fact, he knew perfectly well he was being vindictive—but he reasoned his intention was well-meaning.

He was trying to avert the genocide his wayward former-friend, Scott Summers, was about to unleash. To do this, Hank deduced that bringing their past selves and making them confront the present Cyclops—to remind him of younger, simpler, and much less-bloody ideologies—was the best course of action. It was not foolproof, but he had no other choice.

He was desperate.

He was dying.

Unfortunately, something happened at the tail-end of his grand quest to make a mark in history.

Something that chilled him past his blue fur and straight to his weary bones.

"Hank," The young, and progressively livid Jean Grey spoke his name with far more venom than he could ever remember. Beside the powerful teenage psychic were her equally furious teammates—all remaining three of them. "Where is Scott?"

Hank felt a cold sweat drape down the fur of his back. He turned to his younger counterpart for support but, alas, his glare remained.

"Where indeed, I wonder…?" He trailed off with shameful cluelessness. He would have piteously laughed had it not been completely inappropriate. Not for the first time was he humbled by how little he actually knew; it still was not an easy pill to swallow, though.

Inwardly, he cursed himself for being so weak as to give in to desperation. Above all else, though, he cursed Scott Summers for all the trouble the man gave him.

It was the last thought he made because he never realized that the young Jean Grey before him already gained her telepathic abilities and, catching the stray curse towards the dear friend this reckless, irresponsible version of Hank McCoy lost, became even more enraged.

Enraged, enough, to blast the adult Beast straight through hard steel and concrete.

That was when all hell in the Jean Grey School broke loose.

A/N: This started as an excuse to throw Tyke into the DC Universe, back when I considering being a fan of the character and planned to pair him up with Kara Zor-El. I suppose it can be repurposed into an Isekai!Tyke story.


A/N: Now with that all done: if anyone wants to roll with any of these, just send me a link. I mean, I dunno why we're still trying to keep this dying franchise afloat, but whatevs I guess.

Toodles~!