Marvel: From the Void and Back Again, Part 2
Chapter 9: Weapons of X, Part 3, and Rejuvenation
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Kitty Pryde was finishing up her shift at the local hospital, her thoughts wandering to the mundane routines of her day. It was a quiet night, and she was looking forward to some rest when the overhead speakers crackled to life with a piercing urgency.
"Code Red! Code Red! Trauma team to the ER, stat!"
Her heart leaped into her throat as she dropped her paperwork and bolted towards the emergency room. The hallways blurred around her as adrenaline kicked in, and she could hear the controlled chaos of the ER before she even reached the doors.
Bursting through, Kitty was met with a chaotic scene. Medics were frantically working on a man who was barely recognizable through the blood. Savage Lands Peter, she realized with a shock. He lay on a gurney, pale and lifeless, blood soaking through his clothes and pooling on the floor. The monitors beeped frantically, showing erratic lines before flatlining completely.
"He's lost his pulse! Start compressions!" one of the doctors shouted, as a nurse quickly set up a defibrillator. "Major blood loss, damage to the lungs and heart. We need to stabilize him now!"
Kitty stood frozen for a moment, the severity of the situation sinking in. Her eyes darted to the side, where Victoria Creed and their twelve children were being led to the waiting area. Victoria was a picture of despair, clutching her pregnant belly protectively as she collapsed into a chair, tears streaming down her face. Her children surrounded her, their expressions a mix of fear and confusion, some crying softly, others too stunned to react.
The doors burst open again, and Logan, Laura, Gabriella, Scott, and Jean rushed in, their faces grim. Logan's eyes were hard, his usual gruff demeanor replaced with a cold fury. Jean immediately went to comfort Victoria, kneeling beside her and whispering soothing words, while Scott stood protectively near the family, his eyes scanning the room for threats.
Kitty moved to intercept them, her mind racing to catch up with the situation. "What happened?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as the reality of the scene hit her.
Logan grunted, his jaw clenched. "It was a trap. Mephisto set it up. We were trying to prevent a confrontation between Jane and Victoria, but things went sideways. The shooter targeted Victoria, but Peter took the bullet."
Laura's eyes were steely, a contrast to Gabriella's horrified expression. "We're looking for the shooter now," Laura added, her voice cold. "It was all orchestrated to draw us out and take them down."
Kitty glanced back at the ER doors, her stomach twisting in knots. "How's he doing?" she asked, though she feared the answer.
Jean shook her head, her eyes filled with sorrow. "It's bad. They're doing everything they can, but..." She trailed off, not needing to finish the thought. The unspoken truth hung heavy in the air—Peter's life was hanging by a thread
Victoria's sobs filled the waiting area, her children huddling around her. Logan placed a hand on Kitty's shoulder, his eyes softening for a moment. "We're on top of it. Just... take care of them, will you?" He nodded towards Victoria and the kids.
Kitty nodded, a grim determination settling over her. "Of course," she replied, her voice carrying conviction despite the turmoil in her heart. She turned back to the medical team, willing them to perform a miracle. The hospital buzzed with activity, each second stretching into an eternity as they fought to save a man caught in the crossfire of a conflict that had spiraled out of control.
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A tense silence hung in the hospital waiting area as Victoria and her children anxiously awaited news. Logan, Laura, Gabriella, Scott, and Jean were in deep conversation with the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and hospital staff, coordinating efforts to track down the shooter and secure the area. The atmosphere was thick with worry and the faint sound of medical equipment beeping from the ER.
Suddenly, the ER doors swung open, and Kitty Pryde burst out, her face pale and eyes wide with urgency. "Everyone, we need to evacuate the building! Now!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the low hum of conversations and the sterile hospital sounds.
Confusion and alarm spread quickly among those gathered. Logan was the first to react, stepping forward. "What's going on?" he demanded, his tone sharp.
Kitty, visibly shaken, pointed back towards the ER. "The bullet that hit Peter... it shattered inside his body, and it has a uranium core! We're dealing with a potential radiation hazard. Everyone needs to go through decontamination immediately!"
The room erupted into action as hospital staff and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents sprang into action, herding patients and visitors towards the exits. The urgency of the situation hit home as people in radiation suits began rushing past, heading into the ER to assist with the decontamination and stabilization process. The air was thick with tension as alarms blared, signaling the emergency evacuation procedures.
Victoria, already on the brink of emotional collapse, looked at Kitty with wide, fearful eyes. "What does this mean for Peter? For us?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Kitty shook her head, her expression grim. "We're doing everything we can to stabilize him, but we need to make sure everyone is safe. The radiation exposure could be dangerous for anyone who was close to him when the bullet shattered."
Logan turned to his team, his face set in a grim mask. "Alright, let's move! Get everyone out of here, and make sure the decontamination protocols are followed. We can't risk anyone getting sick from this."
As the group moved to evacuate, the reality of the situation set in. Victoria, holding her belly protectively, was quickly surrounded by her children and the medical staff, who were guiding them towards the decontamination units set up outside. The chaotic scene was a contrast to the tense anticipation they had felt moments before.
Jean reached out to Kitty, her voice steady despite the chaos. "We'll make sure everyone gets through this safely. What about Peter?"
Kitty sighed, the weight of the situation evident on her face. "The Seraphis symbiote is stabilizing him for now, but we need to remove the contaminated fragments and treat the radiation exposure. It's going to be touch and go."
Scott, standing nearby, nodded, "We're not losing anyone today."
As the evacuation continued, the urgency of the situation became more apparent. The hospital grounds were a flurry of activity, with medical personnel, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and decontamination teams working in a coordinated effort to ensure everyone's safety.
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Some time later…
Outside the hospital, the tense atmosphere began to lift as news filtered through to those waiting. The shrapnel had been successfully removed from Savage Lands Peter's body and contained, preventing further radiation spread. The Seraphis symbiote, with its luminous, ethereal form, had enveloped Peter in a healing light, working diligently to repair the damage done by the uranium core. Its wings were outstretched, casting a protective aura over him as it meticulously purged the radiation from his system.
Victoria stood in the specially arranged observation area, her eyes locked on Peter through the radiation-proof window. Her hands trembled slightly as she placed them against the glass, mirroring Peter's own hand on the other side. His expression was tired but relieved, and a faint smile touched his lips as their eyes met. It was a tender moment, filled with unspoken words and shared strength.
The Seraphis symbiote continued its work, its presence a soothing balm amidst the chaos of the day. Hospital staff and the waiting family members watched in relief as the symbiote's healing energies visibly mended the damage, a process that under normal circumstances would have taken far longer and been much more uncertain. The doctors had estimated that it would only take about five minutes for the Seraphis symbiote to completely remove the radiation from Peter's body thanks to its extraordinary capabilities.
Victoria felt a tear slip down her cheek, her emotions a tumultuous mix of relief, fear, and gratitude. If the Seraphis symbiote hadn't been available, the outcome could have been tragic. She whispered a silent prayer of thanks, not only for Peter's survival but for the support and love surrounding her family in this dire moment.
As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the air eased. Peter, though still weakened from the ordeal, looked significantly better. The color was returning to his cheeks, and the pain etched in his features was slowly fading away. Victoria and her children could only watch, their hearts swelling with hope as the Seraphis symbiote's radiant light worked its miracles.
In the waiting area, Logan, Laura, Gabriella, Scott, and Jean shared relieved smiles and hugs, the gravity of what could have been settling in. The attack had been a close call, but with the help of the Seraphis symbiote and the quick actions of the medical team, a catastrophe had been averted.
Victoria pressed her forehead against the glass, her eyes closed in silent thanks. She felt the warmth of her children around her, their hands on her shoulders and arms, and she knew that despite the danger they had faced, they were together and safe. The threat was not over, but for now, they had a moment of reprieve, a chance to breathe and regroup.
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At the scene of the crime, the atmosphere was tense and somber. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Captain America, Peter-Knull, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, and several other Avengers, including Jocasta, meticulously scoured the rooftop for clues. The area was unsettlingly clean, devoid of any typical signs left by a shooter—no bullet casings, no footprints, nothing. It was as if the perpetrator had vanished into thin air.
Peter-Knull stood apart, deep in thought. His silence was uncharacteristic, prompting Captain America to approach him. "You've got something on your mind," Steve Rogers observed, his voice steady.
Peter-Knull nodded, his expression dark. "I'm thinking about Mephisto," he said. "When he spoke, he had this air of smug satisfaction, like everything was going according to plan. Jane might not have completed whatever she started, but she still played into his hands. It feels like this was all a setup to lure Victoria's family out."
The Avengers exchanged concerned looks. Carol Danvers frowned, crossing her arms. "But why go to all this trouble? What's the point?"
Peter-Knull sighed, looking around the scene. "There's something personal about this attack. It wasn't just random; it was targeted."
He sniffed the air, catching a faint, familiar scent. His eyes widened slightly. "Kitty Pryde," he muttered, then paused, sniffing again. "But it's... different. Off. Like she's consumed by something dark."
The group tensed at this revelation. Natasha Romanoff spoke up, her voice low and serious. "You're saying Kitty Pryde did this? But how? Why would she—"
Peter-Knull interrupted, his tone grave. "It's not our Kitty Pryde. This one is a variant. I remember a variant of Logan from another Earth who went on a rampage, killing everyone he came across. He was fully aware of his actions but driven by something dark. Kitty Pryde was the one who stopped him, phasing her arm through his head and solidifying it. She lost her arm in the process."
He paused, a shadow crossing his face. "After that, she said something about making all Logans and their families pay. I thought it was just grief, but it looks like she meant it, across the multiverse."
Captain America shook his head, processing the information. "So she's targeting Logan variants and their loved ones. But how did she get here? And how could she get her hands on uranium?"
Peter-Knull's thought on that for a moment. "Variants are popping up everywhere. If she's aligned with Mephisto, she could have resources we can't even imagine. But the key issue is her vendetta. She's serious about this, and she won't stop."
Jocasta, with her analytical precision, added, "We need to alert everyone who's a Logan variant and their families. This isn't a random attack; it's a systematic campaign."
Peter-Knull nodded, his resolve clear. "We need to find her and stop her, and we need to be prepared for anything Mephisto might throw at us. This has become a lot more dangerous than we initially thought."
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With Jane Howlett aka the wolverine…
In the sterile confines of a secure holding room, Jane Howlett sat surrounded by her family—Laurent, Gabriel, their Daken, and her brother Badger. Speaking of the gravity of their recent actions and the revelations weighing heavily on them all.
A group of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, led by Captain America and Natasha entered the room. The look on their faces was grave, which indicated the seriousness of the situation. Jane's eyes were red-rimmed, her face drawn with exhaustion and the residual effects of alcohol. The room fell silent as the agents prepared to relay the troubling news.
Jocasta stepped forward, her expression a blend of sympathy and resolve. "We've identified the shooter," she began, her voice calm yet firm. "It's a variant of Kitty Pryde. This Kitty has a vendetta against all versions of Wolverine and their families. It's a systematic campaign."
Jane's eyes widened, her jaw clenching. Laurent, sitting beside her, tightened his grip on her hand, sensing the storm of emotions within her.
Peter-Knull continued, "This wasn't just about you, Jane. It was a trap set by Mephisto to draw out Victoria and her family. He used you to accomplish that. The uranium bullet, the timing—all of it was orchestrated to cause maximum pain."
The words hung in the air, each revelation a blow to the already fragile group. Jane's face paled, the realization of how deeply she had been manipulated setting in. The betrayal, the anger, the guilt—all of it came crashing down.
The agents, having delivered their message, quietly left the room, giving the family space to process the weight of the situation. For a long moment, the silence was only broken by the sound of Jane's ragged breathing. She sat there, staring at her hands, the reality of her actions settling in like a cold, hard truth.
Finally, the dam broke. Jane buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with sobs. Laurent and Gabriel moved closer, wrapping their arms around her in a protective embrace. Daken and Badger stood close by, their faces mirroring the heartbreak of seeing Jane in such a state.
"I was so blind," Jane choked out between sobs. "I thought I was doing what was right, that I was protecting us, avenging us... But I was just a pawn. I hurt you all. I put everyone in danger."
Gabriel gently stroked her hair, his voice soothing. "We're here, Jane. We'll get through this together. But we need to learn from this, to be better, stronger."
Daken, her usually tough demeanor softened, nodded in agreement. "We're a family. We need to protect each other, not let hate and anger drive us apart."
Jane continued to weep, her tears a cathartic release of the pain and guilt she had been carrying. In that moment, she realized the full extent of her actions and the devastating impact they had on those she loved.
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Meanwhile on the raft…
Inside the high-security holding cells of the Raft, a subdued atmosphere hung in the air. The cells, specially reinforced to contain the most dangerous individuals, held a few notable occupants. In one cell, the Logan variant sat on his bunk, staring at the floor with a weary expression. Across from him, in separate cells, were Hope Summers and Victor Creed, their attention focused on the recent arrival—Peter-Knull.
Peter-Knull stood before them, his presence commanding yet unexpectedly gentle. He had just finished explaining the situation involving the Kitty Pryde variant and the potential threat she posed. The Logan variant listened intently, absorbing the information with a solemn resignation. The mention of Victoria Creed and her family seemed to weigh heavily on him, adding to the burden he already carried.
Hope Summers, her expression stoic, glanced towards Logan. "So, this Kitty Pryde... she's targeting all Logans? And their families?"
Peter-Knull nodded, his gaze steady. "Yes, she's made it clear that she blames all variants of Logan for what happened to her. It's a vendetta that seems deeply personal. We've increased security around the Raft to prevent any potential breaches. We can't take any chances."
Logan, once a force of relentless aggression, now appeared weary and resigned. He nodded slowly, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Thanks for the heads up," he murmured, his voice devoid of its usual gruff edge. "If she comes... I won't fight her. I'm done with that life." His words carried a note of finality, a decision to step away from the violence that had defined him for so long.
In the opposite cell, Victor Creed, also known as Sabretooth, leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. His usual sneer was absent, replaced by a thoughtful expression. The revelation about Victoria Creed and her family had piqued his interest. He glanced at Peter-Knull, intrigued by the tale of a female variant of himself who had found genuine love and chosen a different path—a path away from rage and towards a life dedicated to her family.
Creed's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "So, a Peter variant managed to get through to her, huh? That's... impressive." He paused, almost reluctant to admit any admiration. "Never thought I'd hear about a Creed putting aside their nature. Must be something special about that Spider-Man, or whatever he is."
Peter-Knull regarded Sabretooth with a calm expression. "It just goes to show that even those with the darkest pasts can find a way to change, given the right circumstances and the right people."
Sabretooth grunted, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. He had always underestimated Spider-Man and his ilk, dismissing them as naive do-gooders. But hearing about Victoria's transformation, facilitated by a Peter, gave him pause. It seemed there was more to these Spider-Men than met the eye—something capable of reaching even the most hardened hearts.
As Peter-Knull turned to leave, Sabretooth called out, "Tell Victoria... tell her she's stronger than most of us ever gave her credit for. And... tell her to watch her back. Not everyone can leave the past behind."
With that, the conversation ended, leaving the prisoners with their thoughts. The Logan variant lay back on his bunk, contemplating the strange twists of fate that had led them all here. Sabretooth, uncharacteristically introspective, mulled over the idea of change and redemption, concepts he had long scoffed at. Meanwhile, the threat of the Kitty Pryde variant loomed over them all, a reminder of the ever-present dangers in their world.
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At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Nick Fury sat at his desk, sifting through a flurry of reports. His expression was a mixture of concern and disbelief as he received updates from various field agents. Two new anomalies had emerged, and both were unusual even by the standards of the multiverse.
The first report came from the Savage Lands, where a S.H.I.E.L.D. base had been established to monitor the unique and often dangerous ecosystem. According to the agents stationed there, a giant, humanoid creature resembling a hybrid of a grizzly bear and a honey badger had appeared out of nowhere. The creature, who introduced himself as "Grizz," bore a striking resemblance to Victoria Creed's and Savage Lands Peter's unborn 13th child. This revelation sent a ripple of confusion through the ranks, raising questions about the creature's origin and intentions.
As Fury reviewed the footage of the creature lumbering around the base, seemingly non-aggressive but definitely out of place, another alert came through from an old contact of Elsa Bloodstone's. The contact, part of a group that had once been affiliated with the Bloodstone order, had encountered a pair of variants that left them visibly shaken. The first variant was another Peter, but it was the companion he was with that truly alarmed them—a Wanda Maximoff variant. However, this Wanda was not what anyone would have expected. She appeared to be... a zombie, her skin pale and decayed, yet she was alive and strangely affectionate.
The contact relayed the scene: the zombie-like Wanda was cuddling up to the Peter variant, cooing softly like a contented child. The image of Wanda, typically known for her powerful and often volatile abilities, in such a state was jarring. The Peter variant seemed unperturbed, even protective of her, a stark contrast to the expected reaction to such a sight.
Fury, with a deep sigh, leaned back in his chair. He could hear the unsettling cooing in the background of the transmission, a guttural yet oddly tender sound that was deeply unsettling. "Just when I thought I'd seen it all," Fury muttered to himself, rubbing his temple.
He quickly typed up directives, ordering enhanced security measures at the Savage Lands base and a more cautious but diplomatic approach to the new variants. Grizz, if he was indeed the child of Victoria and Peter, presented a unique case, potentially linked to time anomalies or other multiversal shenanigans. Meanwhile, the zombie-like Wanda required careful handling, not only due to her condition but also because of the implications of her existence and the potential threat she could pose.
Fury's mind raced as he considered the possibilities. The multiverse was clearly more chaotic and unpredictable than ever, with individuals crossing into different dimensions under circumstances that were increasingly bizarre. He needed to gather his team and decide on a course of action, especially concerning the potential danger and the need to protect the integrity of each universe.
As he prepared to brief his agents, Fury couldn't help but wonder about the nature of these anomalies.
One thing was for sure though, the living tribunal was playing a dangerous game…
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An hour later in with Elsa Bloodstones group…
As Elsa Bloodstone and her team approached the site, they couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and unease. Colossus, Jubilee, Quicksilver, and Rachel Summers were all seasoned heroes, but the sight that greeted them was unlike anything they had expected. The Peter variant stood protectively in front of a visibly pale, zombie-like Wanda Maximoff. Her appearance was haunting, with pallid skin and hollow eyes, yet there was an unexpected serenity to her demeanor. Her long, dark hair fell softly around her face as she cooed gently, holding Peter close. The tenderness between them was a stark contrast to the grotesque nature of her condition.
Jubilee blinked, unable to hide her surprise. "Is that... Wanda? And she's... a zombie, but not biting him?" she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else.
Quicksilver, usually quick to action, stood frozen, his eyes darting between the zombie Wanda and the Peter variant. The sight of his sister, even in this twisted form, being so gentle and affectionate was both heartbreaking and confusing.
Rachel Summers, picking up on the emotional undercurrents, furrowed her brow. "This isn't just some mindless undead creature. There's still a consciousness in there, a connection," she observed, her voice tinged with both awe and sorrow.
Colossus, ever the pragmatist, noted the large duffel bag beside Peter. "What's in the bag?" he asked, gesturing towards it.
Elsa Bloodstone, her eyes narrowing with suspicion, stepped forward. "Let's find out," she said, moving cautiously towards the bag. Peter, noticing their approach, didn't move to stop them. Instead, he seemed almost resigned, as if expecting them to be suspicious.
As Elsa opened the duffel bag, she was greeted by an array of vials and syringes, along with stacks of notes and folders. The contents were meticulously organized, each vial labeled with chemical compositions and potential effects. It was clear that this wasn't the work of an amateur; the serums were advanced, possibly experimental.
"These are... serums? Some kind of research," Elsa muttered, flipping through the notes. "Looks like someone's been doing some heavy-duty biochemistry."
Peter spoke up, his voice calm but laced with concern. "They're for Wanda. To help her. She's... different. Not just a zombie. There's still a part of her that's... Wanda."
The group exchanged looks, processing the implications. This Peter variant seemed genuine in his concern for Wanda, even in her altered state. The idea of Wanda Maximoff as a zombie, yet still retaining her personality and emotions, was both a relief and a tragedy.
Elsa's eyes flicked back to Peter, searching for any signs of deceit. "And the notes? Who wrote them? You?" she asked, her tone sharp.
Peter nodded. "Yes, and no. I had help from others—scientists, alchemists, people who understand magic and biology. Wanda... she's not like other zombies. She's special, and I need to find a way to help her fully recover."
Rachel, using her telepathy, gently probed Wanda's mind. The psychic echo she felt was both familiar and alien—a twisted reflection of the Wanda they knew, yet undeniably her. "He's telling the truth," Rachel confirmed. "She's in there, fighting to hold on to her humanity."
Peter's voice grew softer, carrying a note of tenderness as he began recounting their story. "On my Earth," he began, "I was assigned to study the subject—Wanda—from a zombie universe. Everyone died there, becoming like her through the infection. Through painstaking research, I found that the more I experimented, the more she... rejuvenated. She's pale and a bit wrinkly, sure, but she's slowly coming back."
He gestured to the faint scars and healed-over wounds on her body, pointing out the areas where her skin had regenerated. "It used to be a lot worse. Part of her upper leg was missing, along with a section of her forearm," he said, indicating the tear marks in her outfit that now revealed smooth, albeit pale, skin. The group noticed that, despite her zombie-like appearance, Wanda did not exude the typical stench of decay; instead, she carried a faint scent of clean air and wildflowers, almost as if nature itself was beginning to reclaim her.
Peter continued, his tone filled with quiet conviction. "Over time, as we worked together, we grew close... even fell in love." He looked at Wanda with a deep, abiding affection, and she responded by wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes, though clouded, seemed to sparkle with a strange, tender light as she cooed softly. Peter kissed her hand gently, a gesture that spoke volumes about their bond.
"We've come a long way," he said, his voice steady. "I managed to inject her with serums that took away her infectious nature and her hunger for flesh. Now, normal store-bought food or meat will do. It helps the rejuvenation process." He glanced down at the duffel bag, filled with the serums and notes, a testament to the lengths he'd gone to help her.
The group listened, absorbing the implications of his words. This wasn't just a scientific experiment; it was a love story, one marked by hope and determination. The idea of a Peter Parker variant falling in love with a zombie Wanda Maximoff was as improbable as it was as unexpected as it was bizarre.
"I was on the move with her, trying to keep her safe after the Avengers and X-Men of our world finally issued her liquidation," Peter explained. "They saw her as a threat, something to be eradicated. But I saw her as someone worth saving, someone who still had a chance at life, at love. So, we ran, and eventually while we were resting in a cold war bunker, we suddenly found our way here."
There was a moment of silence as everyone processed his words. It was clear that Peter's dedication to Wanda was unwavering, and the sight of them together—Wanda, cooing softly, and Peter, holding her protectively—was a powerful example to the strength of their love, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable odds.
Elsa Bloodstone, known for her hardened demeanor, felt a flicker of empathy. The others, too, were visibly moved, grappling with the complexity of the situation. This wasn't just a case of containing a threat; it was a deeply human story, one that challenged their preconceptions and forced them to reconsider what it meant to be alive, to be in love, and to be a hero.
As Peter finished speaking, the group processed the gravity and tenderness of his story, each reacting in their own way:
Elsa, who had initially approached the situation with suspicion and pragmatism, found herself unexpectedly moved. Her stern expression softened, her gaze lingering on Wanda's gentle cooing and Peter's protective stance. She had seen many strange things in her life, but the depth of care and love between these two was something she hadn't anticipated. It challenged her hardened view of the supernatural, forcing her to consider humanity beneath the monstrous exterior. She crossed her arms, deep in thought, wrestling with her instinct to be wary and her growing empathy for their plight.
Colossus, always a figure of strength and stability, felt a pang of sorrow. He had known Wanda in his own universe as a powerful ally and friend. Seeing this version of her, so altered yet still capable of love, brought a heaviness to his heart. He admired Peter's unwavering dedication and quietly vowed to support them in whatever way he could. His large hand rested on his chin, his eyes conveying a deep, contemplative sadness mixed with a resolve to help.
Jubilee, ever the heart of the team with her infectious optimism, found herself torn between fascination and concern. The idea of a zombie Wanda was almost too much to wrap her head around, yet she couldn't deny the genuine affection she witnessed. "Wow, this is... intense," she murmured, her eyes wide. The youthful hero in her wanted to believe in the power of love and redemption, even in the most unlikely of circumstances.
Quicksilver, usually quick to action and decision, stood frozen, a myriad of emotions playing across his face. The sight of his sister, even in this altered form, struck a chord deep within him. The protective brother in him was conflicted—part of him wanted to pull her away, to fix her, while another part respected the life she had chosen with this Peter variant. He clenched his fists, torn between rushing to her side and standing back, unsure of what to do.
Rachel, always sensitive to the emotions and thoughts around her, was deeply moved. She had scanned Wanda's mind, confirming Peter's story, and now felt the weight of their situation. The psychic echoes of Wanda's struggle to retain her humanity touched Rachel deeply, reminding her of her own battles with identity and control. She bit her lip, feeling a mixture of pity, admiration, and a fierce desire to help protect what remained of Wanda's essence.
"And Peter-Knull, a knull variant was a big help since he gave me insights to how the virus worked, which turned out being very helpful in the end..." Peter said casually like he was remembering an old friend.
Peter's mention of Peter-Knull left the group momentarily speechless, their reactions ranging from surprise to astonishment.
Elsa Bloodstone was the first to break the silence. "Wait, you know Peter-Knull?"
Peter looked puzzled by their surprise. "Yes, of course. He's a Knull variant that looks like me, rides a bike, and oversees his own symbiotic universe. You've met him too?"
Jubilee's eyes widened, a mix of shock and disbelief. "Yeah, we know him. He's been around here, but it's wild to think you've also crossed paths with him."
Colossus nodded slowly, trying to absorb the new information. "Peter-Knull's involvement in our universe has been... complicated. Hearing that he's been helping you in another universe is unexpected, to say the least."
Rachel Summers, still processing the sight of Peter and the zombie Wanda's tender relationship, added, "We knew Peter-Knull was powerful, but we didn't realize he'd been lending a hand like this. Especially not in something as personal as helping cure a zombie virus."
Quicksilver, his expression a mix of realization and curiosity, crossed his arms. "Peter-Knull's been a significant figure here, he's trying to help wherever he can but he's become a target as of late the living tribunal is gunning for him."
Knowing he's been involved in your universe too, helping out... it's surprising."
Peter looked around, noticing the shock on their faces. "I get it. Peter-Knull is... complex. He's been invaluable in understanding the virus affecting Wanda. He's not like other Knulls; he's got his own agenda, but he's been a great help."
Elsa nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Seems like there's more to Peter-Knull than we thought. If he's been assisting you, then I suppose that's enough to vouch for both of you.
Peter smiled faintly, glancing at Wanda, who stayed close, her presence comforting. "Yeah, he's definitely different. He's visited a few universes, and hearing that he helped somewhat cure a zombie Wanda... that's probably new for you, right? I'm just grateful for his help. It made all the difference for us."
The group exchanged looks, the revelation adding another layer to their understanding of Peter-Knull. They knew him personally, but learning he had been involved in aiding this Peter variant in the past was surprising.
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In the Future Foundation's high-tech lab, the atmosphere was filled with the quiet hum of advanced machinery and the occasional click of Rubik's cubes being manipulated by Madelyne Pryor and Lucian and Selene, who found enjoyment in the puzzle. Peter-Knull, having been called in for confirmation, stood with his usual calm demeanor, while the room was filled with key figures including Wanda Maximoff, Polaris, Kitty Pryde, Doctor Strange, and members of the Fantastic Four.
Peter-Knull nodded as he recalled, "Yes, I remember these two. They're from the 12th universe I visited, if my memory serves me correctly." He glanced at Peter and the zombie Wanda, smiling slightly at the memory. "This Peter averted a whole zombie apocalypse in his universe through the kindness he's shown his Wanda and the genuine love that drives him. You can trust him."
Reed Richards, engrossed in the vials of serums, marveled at their complexity. "These are remarkable," he muttered, turning one vial over in his hands. "Each serum plays a specific role in Wanda's rejuvenation process. There are over 75 different formulas here."
Peter-Knull continued, "The serums are incredibly complex. Some are designed to rejuvenate her skin, counteract the virus inside her, and target specific organs. There's even one for regenerating brain matter to jumpstart the neurons that were going dark after she turned."
Doctor Strange, observing the conversation, added, "It's not just science; there's a blend of alchemy and magical understanding here. The serums have been precisely tailored to her unique condition."
Wanda Maximoff, watching quietly, felt a mixture of lingering shock and hope. "So, you're saying there's a chance for her to recover fully?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with emotion.
Peter-Knull nodded. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Peter's dedication and these serums' intricacy suggest that a full recovery is possible. It's a slow process, but it works. His universe's Wanda is proof of that."
Polaris, standing beside Wanda, looked at Peter with a newfound respect. "It's incredible. You've done something no one thought possible, and you've done it out of love."
Kitty Pryde, still processing the entire situation, added, "It's not every day we see such a blend of science, magic, and love at work. You've achieved something remarkable, Peter."
As Reed Richards continued to examine the serums, his scientific curiosity piqued, he muttered, "These could have applications far beyond just this case. The potential for regenerative medicine is immense."
The room fell silent for a moment, each person contemplating the implications of Peter's work. Peter-Knull's confirmation and Peter's serums had not only given hope for Wanda's recovery but also opened doors to new possibilities in medicine and magic. The genuine love that drove Peter was evidently real.
And it gave him hope, his Wanda hope…
…
As Doctor Strange conducted a magical examination of the zombie-like Wanda, he hovered his hand over her stomach. His eyes widened in shock, and he took a step back, blinking rapidly. The usually composed sorcerer seemed momentarily at a loss for words, rubbing his forehead as he processed the revelation.
Clearing his throat, Doctor Strange turned to the Peter variant, trying to maintain a professional demeanor despite the awkwardness of the situation. "Um... Peter?" he began hesitantly. "Have you and this zombie-Wanda been... close recently?" His tone was careful, trying not to sound intrusive.
Peter, slightly puzzled, raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by 'close'?" he asked, genuinely confused by the line of questioning.
Peter-Knull, observing the exchange, suddenly understood and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, Peter..." he said, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief in his voice, as the implications began to dawn on him, and he too put a hand on his forehead in embarrassment.
The Peter variant still looked confused, clearly not understanding what was being implied. Doctor Strange, realizing he needed to be more direct, sighed and looked Peter in the eyes. "Peter, zombie-Wanda is pregnant. With your child."
The room fell into stunned silence. The news was as unexpected as it was astonishing. Peter's eyes widened, his mouth opening slightly in shock. He turned to look at the zombie-like Wanda, who was cooing softly, rubbing her stomach with a dreamy look in her eyes. Despite her condition, she did not rot or emit any foul odor, and her appearance was more akin to a pale, ethereal being than a decaying corpse and she did show signs of healing before like anyone else, even regeneration in the case of her leg and arm, there wasn't a reason that she couldn't have children if she wanted to.
The other Wanda, who had been listening intently to the conversation, also seemed surprised but intrigued by the revelation. The two Wandas shared a moment of mutual wonder and connection, one looking on in quiet contemplation, the other in tender, almost childlike amazement.
Peter, still reeling from the news, managed a small, stunned nod. "It seems we are," he whispered, stepping closer to the zombie-like Wanda and gently placing a hand over hers on her stomach. The reality of it began to sink in, and despite the unusual circumstances, a small, tender smile formed on his lips.
Peter-Knull, observing the tender moment, sighed with a mix of relief and amusement. "Well, this just got even more interesting," he remarked, glancing at the others in the room who were equally stunned by the revelation.
Wanda Maximoff, Polaris, Kitty Pryde, and the others looked on, processing the unexpected news. The room, filled with the sounds of soft murmurs and shared glances, seemed to buzz with a new energy—one of unexpected possibilities and the miracle of life, even in the strangest of circumstances. The zombie-like Wanda continued to coo softly, her eyes glowing with an unusual warmth as she looked at Peter, her hand never leaving her stomach, as if cherishing the new life within her.
…
At SHIELD headquarters, Nick Fury sat at his desk, sifting through the latest reports handed to him by Kitsura, Peter-Knull's personal secretary and symbiote. Kitsura's appearance, with her nine symbiotic tails and fiery red material, was striking, but Fury had long since gotten used to the unusual in his line of work.
As he reviewed the information, Fury couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. The recent revelation about Wanda's pregnancy was unsettling, to say the least. The child was not only the offspring of a variant of Peter Parker but also of a zombie-like Wanda Maximoff. Fury wondered about the potential implications of the child's anatomy. Would it inherit zombie-like traits or powers? Would it be undead or alive, or something in between?
The thought made Fury grimace. The concept of a child with zombie powers—or even just the potential to carry a zombie virus—was disturbing. The last thing they needed was an unpredictable new player with unknown abilities, especially one that could potentially carry the zombie contagion. It brought back memories of past crises, like the zombie outbreaks from alternate realities that had wreaked havoc on various worlds.
Fury sighed, rubbing his temples. "Great, just what we need," he muttered to himself. "Another potential world-ending problem."
Kitsura, sensing his discomfort, tilted her head slightly. "Is there anything more I can assist with, Director Fury?"
Fury looked up at her, his expression serious. "No, Kitsura. Just... keep an eye on that situation. We need to be ready for anything. And make sure to update me on any new developments regarding the child and its... condition."
Kitsuna nodded, her tails swishing lightly. "Understood, Director. I'll keep you informed."
As she left the room, Fury leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling. The world was already dealing with so many threats, and now this. He knew they'd have to tread carefully, both to protect the child and to ensure it didn't become another catastrophe waiting to happen.
"And here I thought I'd seen it all," Fury muttered, shaking his head. The world of superheroes and their complex legacies never ceased to surprise him, but this...?
…
Nick Fury was informed by his assistant that his guest had arrived. The guest, known as Grizz, had recently appeared in the Savage Lands, and Fury needed to confirm if this was the same Grizz from Victoria Creed and Peter's family, despite the child not yet being born in their timeline. The situation was puzzling and potentially significant.
As Grizz entered the room, his presence was immediately commanding. Standing at an imposing eight feet eight inches, he towered over the furniture. Grizz had a muscular build, his broad shoulders and chest accentuated by a vest made from animal hides, stitched together with a rugged, utilitarian style. His arms were thick and powerful, covered in short, dense fur that was reminiscent of both a bear's and a honey badger's coat. His hands were large, ending in sharp, claw-like nails, hinting at his predatory nature.
Grizz's face was a blend of human and animal features, with a strong jawline and a broad nose that was slightly flattened, giving him a bear-like appearance. His eyes, set beneath a prominent brow, were sharp and intelligent, with a certain wildness to them. The fur on his face formed distinctive black and white patterns, akin to a honey badger's markings, which ran down to his powerful neck.
As Grizz took a seat, the chair creaked under his weight, struggling to accommodate his massive frame. His presence filled the room, both physically and with a sense of contained power.
Fury leaned forward, studying Grizz closely. "So, you're Grizz," he began, his tone measured and curious. "Mind if I ask you a few questions? We need to establish a few things, given your... unexpected arrival."
Grizz nodded, his expression calm and open. "Go ahead. I understand the situation's a bit... unusual."
Fury raised an eyebrow at the understatement. "To say the least. Let's start with the basics. You mentioned your parents are a Peter from the Savage Lands and a Victoria Creed. Can you confirm that?"
Grizz nodded again, "Yeah, that's right. My dad, Peter, and my mom, Victoria Creed. They were... quite a pair. We lived in what used to be the Savage Lands, though it's more of a nation now, with me and my twelve siblings."
Fury's eyes narrowed slightly. "Twelve siblings, you say? That matches up with our Peter and Victoria Creed from the savage lands. And your... size, is that typical among your siblings?"
Grizz chuckled, a deep rumble that seemed to shake the room. "I'm one of the bigger ones, for sure. But yeah, we're all... unique, you could say. Our parents have quite the genetic mix. Though I'm more on the side that looks like a honey badger or a bear."
Fury leaned back, processing the information. "And you mentioned something about coming back from a hunt and suddenly finding yourself in a different place?"
Grizz's expression turned serious. "That's right. I was out hunting, gathering food for the villages. When I returned, everything seemed... different. More primitive, if you will. It didn't take long to figure out I was in a different universe. My parents had told us stories about their travels to different worlds in the past, so I had an idea of what might have happened."
Fury tapped his fingers on the desk, considering the implications. "And you're sure you're not from this timeline? Your parents here are expecting their thirteenth child, and you haven't been born yet."
Grizz sighed, shaking his head. "I'm pretty sure I'm not from here. Everything's... off, just a bit. The Savage Lands here don't match what I know. It's like stepping into a different version of home, but with key differences."
Fury nodded slowly, absorbing the information. "Alright, Grizz. That helps clarify things a bit. We'll need to monitor the situation closely, especially given the potential implications of your presence here. Time anomalies are no small matter."
Grizz agreed, his expression serious. "I understand. I'm just as curious as you are about why I'm here and how it happened."
Fury leaned forward again, his gaze intense. "We'll get to the bottom of this. In the meantime, we'll do what we can to make sure you're comfortable. And if there's anything you remember that might help us piece this together, don't hesitate to share."
Grizz nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "Will do. I just hope my being here doesn't cause any more disruptions."
Fury gave him a reassuring nod. "We'll handle it, Grizz. Welcome to the team, for now."