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The Fastest Man Alive by BigTofu

Movies » Avengers Rated: M, English, Adventure, Black Widow/Natasha R., Iron Man/Tony S., OC, Spider-Man/Peter Parker, Words: 738k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 4k+, Published: Jun 22, 2019 Updated: Jun 11, 2023

1,908Chapter 4: No Pain! No Gain!

The Fastest Man Alive

Chapter 4:

No Pain! No Gain!

"Spectacular Benjamin. Do you have any idea what you have discovered? Not just what you discovered, but what your body is doing? This dimensional energy to which you have gained access: it is so far in advance of any scientific discovery yet made. Do you understand that your body is being remade down to the very molecules themselves to harness and power functions of your body? From my calculations, you won't even need oxygen in two years! Your body would be functioning off of pure energy itself! This is fascinating!

A discovery of a lifetime! Not only that, but from the scans it seems you have a form of energy manipulation. That explains why you're able to produce that protective screen around yourself. At first I believed that to be a self-contained, subconscious act. It also explains how you were able to wrap another person in this field of energy. Enabling you to protect them also while moving at such speeds.

Now just let me run some tests. I want to see how your neural synapses are firing. A whole new path of research in brain function can be opened up with studying your neural pathways. With a person of your abilities that can speed up and slow down, his perception would make a world of difference to the research." Stated Dr. McCoy as he rambled on about my abilities.

"So how's it going Hank: the kid passed his little tests yet? I heard a bang, but since everything is still standing, I guess it's nothing" Logan spoke up from my left leaning on the wall three feet from me.

"Shit," came flowing out of my lungs as I swiftly turned around with my hands up. I looked like a total dick. Just imagine it now: Tall teenage male with sharp wild grey eyes, standing at five feet eleven in a medical bodysuit unitard with all the sensors blinking all over with his arms raised in awkward angles.

"Your form is all shit, kid," Logan spoke up while his focus was still on Dr. McCoy.

"Yes, yes, everything is fine," replied Dr. McCoy as he was typing away at his terminal cataloging things that I was just starting to understand. I had somewhat of a clue on what was talking about as it was all comic knowledge for me anyway, but this whole not needing oxygen was new. It was tripping up my brain, and I was going to flip out if Logan hadn't said my form was shit. Taking a look at myself, I realized my arms were still up. But, since he said that, I might have to take him up for a match.

"Since you think that about my form, why don't you help me out?" I asked Logan with an expectant look on my face. He turned and tilted his head to the side and then gave me the answer I was hoping for.

"Yeah, sure thing kids got an okay from the Doc, and I'll show you our gym." Logan replied to me, but still kept his attention at .

With that statement, I had the proverbial nerdgasm. Not only was I going to be able to see and try out the danger room. I was about to get one-on-one time training with Wolverine. There is no way this can go wrong. I have speed, perfect recall memory, and ideal muscle kinesthetic memory. This is going to be awesome!

Yeah, I should have known how much I fucked up. So here I was on my back for what seems like the thousandth time. Let's rewind time to find out how my over arrogant ass got handed to me.

So with the all-clear from Dr. Mccoy, we headed for the danger room. We were standing out in the sub-basement of the mansion and the walls were a shade of Matt black with what looked like an LCD panel going along the whole of what seemed separated sections. We walked along the hallway then took a right into a room with nothing but computer monitors. From a glance, I noticed some of the words had statements on the side monitors — weapons systems, oxygen levels, and also something saying artificial weather. While Logan stood off to the side, I looked out past the large window panes and looked into a room with nothing, but blank silver walls. It was so damn unassuming what that giant two hundred meters by two hundred meter room could do.

"Alright, kid let me introduce you to the danger room. We use this room to hone our skills and practice our abilities. Today's plans are to use this room and observe your skills. Yeah yeah, I don't want to hear it. Everyone says they know how to fight." Logan grunted out at me while leading the way. I couldn't just keep my mouth shut.

"Well, I do know how to fight. Thank you very much. I kick a few bully's asses monthly," Was my reply to his little tiff from behind him.

That caused Logan to chuckle.

"That ain't a fight. Those are some shitty kids scraping. I'll teach you how to fight if you're willing to learn." was his reply to my statement.

That gave me heart palpitations a lesson from the Wolverine himself. I was so down for this fight. And my hole opened up before I could think it through.

"Am game let's go! let's go!" came out of my face.

Logan just grunted at me with a small smile on his face. Then he spoke up and killed my vibe. "Don't you want to get out of that unitard onesie?"

Realizing that hearing I could get in a fight with the main man himself got my excitement overriding my brain. That killed the super nerd mojo I was feeling though.

"Oh my gosh, yes, please. Also, you wouldn't happen to know about any gym clothes available?" I asked hoping to everything that I didn't seem as awkward and embarrassed as I felt.

Logan didn't seem to be at all interested in my situation. "Yeah kid don't sweat it" was all Logan said.

We headed off the locker room which I hadn't noticed previously was off to the right. It was weird; the room wasn't set up with much. A large display case was on the far end next to the showers over on the left behind some curtains. Now the lockers were located in the center, but there was another door on the other side. That might lead to the hanger, but I wasn't sure. Maybe I should ask after this. It would be so awesome to be able to see the x jet. Hell, I just had a realization: I would not be here unless I were being considered for the X-men shit! I am being considered for the X-men! Dr. Mccoy just did a power test and Logan's about to do a fight test. Oh my gosh am going to be an X-man fuck yeah! Ugh, I have to change the name somehow. But that's for another time I must focus and give my game face.

Danger Room

"Alright kid, no speed, let's see what you can do in a fight." came Logan's statement shaking me out of my thoughts. I stood there over a mat that just materialized out of thin air, shit I forgot about access to advance technology. So here I am, facing off with Logan, standing with the stance of a comfortable boxer. He straightened himself up, then walked over to me. Placing a hand on my back, he showed me set an angle to steady my body then fixed my feet and helped me fix my center of gravity. After that he went back to his position and moved me forward. With a quick step in, I started with a quick jab. Something I have perfected across Flash Thompson faces back in school whenever I catch wind of him bullying Peter when I am not around.

That jab did nothing to the man. Logan did a quick slap deflection on my hand which hurt like all fuck. I never even saw the hook coming for my face. I went down hard and rolled over to get back up onto my feet; and I was fucking pissed. So that was his plan, no pulled punches old fashioned learning. Yeah, I knew I was biting off more than I could chew, but fuck it. Getting back up from the ground, I started to walk around him. I noticed the way he was positioned and circled with me. Logan didn't have any of the jerky motions I had.

So I started to mimic his motions, this evened out my flow. I felt so much smoother with my strides. Logan has always been a predator, and it takes an animal to fight an animal. I wanted this fight but never knew how much I was hungering for such an opportunity. Being able to fight one of the best of Marvel's became my dream when I first met him. My ego kicked in and I added a little bit of speed, nothing major, just enough to give me an edge. Then I latched onto him with such a laser-focused intensity. I wanted to make sure he took notice of me. I was facing one of the best fighters to have ever lived.

Even greater than Captain America himself, and I refuse to be looked at as just another child. What I didn't realize though was my body was adapting to everything: my healing factor had kicked in sometime last week so any of the bruisings that should have shown from the beating I received was healed in a matter of seconds. I would have known this if I wasn't so hot-headed.

I lunged at him hard on the offense. Throwing a left feint, yet I came in with a hard ass right kick that caught him in the ribs throwing him across the mat. Yeah, that should teach him for not taking me seriously. That was when I should have known I fucked up.

Logan did a simple roll pushed off the ground and came right back at me. His eyes said it all. And now I was looking directly at The Wolverine himself. He didn't pop claws, but I knew I was fucked. My pride wouldn't let me admit defeat, and he came at me hard. The left cross, and right crescent kick both came so hard and fast that even though I was able to block them, I was still knocked around due to his metal bones. Fucking cheater was all I could think. Logan didn't let up. He threw out swings and strikes then advanced into my space as I backed up to get some breathing room. I took a hook to the jaw, and then a snap kick threw me for a loop. I rolled out of the way from the stomp aimed at my head. He adjusted his swing to my side but as I scrambled up to my feet, I grabbed it with a twist and pull.

I was able to yank Logan off his feet. I got him, but he landed on his hands, spun, and practically flew back up. We both had a manic grin on our faces enjoying the brawl for all it was worth. I was seeing and learning. I was forcing myself to adapt to the situation, trying to get every bit out of my body without going full out speed force. I slapped a kick that came my way but was unable to block the fist that came straight for my nose. That knocked me back with a resounding crunch. The blackness spread out behind my eyelids for a second with flashes of red on the edges.

Something struck my stomach, and something else hit me in the hip, but those hits didn't hurt as much. I refused to go down from this. My anger gave way to my determination. I was able to catch Logan with a solid hit to the jaw then got in a lucky right cross. Fists and feet kept flying, but I knew that I would have to take a risk eventually. I was able to pull a sliding dodge past his guard and went for a headbutt. That was the dumbest move I could have ever pulled off. Foreheads slammed together. I staggered back blinking like a fucking moron because I forgot Logan's fucking skeleton was made of god damn metal.

Knocked on my ass all I could do was look at Logan as he loomed over me. Logan stepped closer and closer. He first had a look of interest on his face, which turned to surprise. I hooked his legs and swept them around, pulling him down towards myself. I pivoted upright cocking back my right arm to throw another blow. Only to discover that it wasn't going to work anymore as we separated. I had to shift positions, and I never saw the boot coming towards my face. So yeah, I had lost. And it wasn't just some ordinary loss either. I lost even after I cheated and got an assist with my powers.

Woah! I was awakened with a jolt. Yeah, the last thing I remembered was getting a foot to the face. Wait I was fighting Logan right. Yes, I was fighting Logan so why am I laying down on the floor. Oh! Yeah, I lost. Now I realised that boot to the face was a signal my ass was grass. I huffed out a breath, feeling my defeat. Super speed and so much more and I still lost.

"Alright, Sparky now that you're awake let's go. I need to run some errands, and you'd make a perfect way to shorten the time." He spoke to me as if we didn't just go at each other like animals. All I could do was a grunt, which in turn earned me a chuckle out of Logan. The man had beaten me and served me a slice of humble pie like it was nothing. Now I am hungry and just wanted to take a nap too. Wait a second. Why is nothing hurting?

"Aye, Logan did you have the Doc look me over? I don't feel bruised up or anything," I asked him, very confused by this fact. I knew Barry healed fast, but man I was good to go plenty more rounds. My body was also feeling a lot stronger, yeah I might have to look into all that my body was capable of now. All that's been on my mind recently is just going faster. Maybe I could ask Doc and Logan to help me out.

"Nah, Sparky you healed all on your own. Hell, you even healed mid-fight." Logan spoke to me, which made me perk up a bit. I am a super healer now, wait a second now that I put my mind to it. This means I have an accelerated healing factor. And If my ribs healed mid-battle, I would recover just as fast as Logan if not quicker. My body isn't just healing my wounds, but it's making me that much stronger each time I push my limits without the speed force. I am positive I used a small portion of it to enhance the body. It seems like my recovery is far better than before.

With all that rattling around in my brain, Logan followed me to the locker rooms. With a nice shower and more clean clothes which all had the X for Xavier's School for gifted individuals on them. I had to grab four bagels on the way out, but one didn't make it that far since a claw came out of nowhere and took it.

Today's ride of choice was a beautiful forest green range rover. So now that we were on the road, the silence started to kill me. So being a person who couldn't keep his face shut. I had to speak up.

"So do you plan to tell me what that was all that about?" I asked the man next to me. All Logan did was grunt at me. I whined to the man. "Man tell me, it's not as if I can complain. Even after you stomped three shades of shit out of me, I healed right up. So bye gones, are bye gones, as far as I am concerned."

"I can care less about all that. I just wanted to see what you are made out of, to see if training you might be worth my time. Being a metahuman isn't easy. And I don't think anyone ever told you about what's going to come after you now that your powers spiked on the map" was Logan's reply to my whining. I had to fake some confusion for this next part.

"Wait, what do you mean, I thought only you guys and that Eric guy had the means to find me?" I asked him trying to play up the confusion. Logan grunted at me and then continued to speak.

"Nah kid, we are just the nice ones about it. They know you're located on the east coast now and they are going to wait for you to try something. Since you're not in the school, keep your eyes peeled." was all Logan said as he fell back into silence.

"Sounds like you have had some experience." was my reply to the man as I also fell into silence with him.

All I got out of the man was silence and another grunt. So I just sat there in the ranger enjoying the ride along. As we went down a coastal road, a blacked-out SUV pulled up right behind us. This would have been fine because we live in NYC, and a lot of wealthy people drive blacked-out vehicles. They either have the money or want privacy. No, what made it strange was that five more drove past us then boxed us in with no warning.

Bap! Bap!

Bap! Bap!

We got boxed in on all sides front to backside to side. Yeah, it is confirmed my luck was all kinds of evil. I was extremely sure they were not here for me. I just so happen to be in the car when The Wolverine gets backed into a corner and captured. Growing super excited, I tried to vibrate my body at super speeds, and that's when I realized I fucked up. I had never trained in versatility. I am still one fresh ass baby speedster, and all I know how to do is run and protect. No lightning toss, nothing, and what makes it even worse is I just blew my wad trying to get fancy. My nose started to bleed, and my ears bled, and my internal organs went all flip flop.

"Sparky stay with me, come on kid why did you have to do something so stupid.?" Logan spoke from his position. The last thing I saw before passing out was a canister shot into the rover through the windows. I was all kinds of screwed, and I had no one to blame but myself for being so stupid.

I was jolted awake again this time by extreme amounts of pain coming from my left leg. My mouth tasted of iron maybe, this had to be from my blood. The air was all haze, yet the pain hitting me made it all so clear in an instant. I felt connected yet not connected all at once if that was even possible. I was on some table staring up at the cemented ceiling.

The walls had greenish mold growing, and that told me we were somewhere by water or deep in the mountains somewhere. And yet the pain persisted, and it was getting on my nerves. Also, why can't I feel anything other than the pain? I knew a second later, and I wished I fucking didn't. The table I was strapped down on was massive, and I recognize it instantly. This table was from the movie Blade two when he was knocked out and strapped to it for his blood.

The table had a lined one-inch rim going all the way around, not only that, I had to be a good four feet up off the ground. What made matters worse is the fact they had large lights all aimed at me. I am stuck here tied down with a ball gag in my mouth, and they had lights all on me. Am I being experimented on, no that's impossible I would have felt something? I thought that as I heard a buzz and felt more extreme sharp pain.

No this couldn't be happening, no not to me no! I struggled and pulled on the speed force, but the feeling was slippery to hold. Then I got the shocking jolt of my life from my neck. That's when I froze. Then I pulled again and was shocked again. Now I was breathing hard hyperventilating as I screamed out trying to get up off the table.

All of my senses were back now.

I was vividly aware of how I had both arms chained down and locked in place. They had both my upper arms and lower wrist all locked in place. Then I also felt both legs locked in place. So they put a damper shock collar around my neck.

They put a collar around my neck!

That was the final straw I lost my shit and shook with all that anger. Not only did I want out, but I also wanted VENGEANCE! I looked around from my position to noticed a fuck face evil-looking mad doctor was cutting away at my body. And he was talking to me now that I was awake. He started his evil fucking monologue: like who fucking monologues.

"Ahh you're awake, it would seem. You have the very unfortunate honor of being alive to see what comes next. I hope you don't mind. We had to get a different bone saw, your skin, muscles, and bones carry amazingly strong resistance to everything we have tried. And unfortunately, we don't happen to have any lasers available in this facility. It is quite unfortunate I have to resort to such crude tools, don't you think so? Of course, you think so. Ha! Ha! You're here experiencing it. Just know that it's an honor to operate on you. With your help, we will get one step closer to making humanity prosper. Your sacrifice won't go unappreciated. Ah yes, where was I. Hmm seem to have burnt out the saw on your fibula. Don't worry though young man this is almost done. Then we shall start at once with the rest of your organs." The man stated while giving me his creepy fucking smile.

It felt like how I first died — stuck on concrete, unable to do anything. Just slowly accepting what was happening to me as my blood drains onto the pavement. I refused it all, and I refuse to accept death again. I looked at the man with nothing but hatred in my heart. All I wanted was to live in peace and be a hero. The universe wouldn't let me go, so it kept pushing and pushing. I am no longer in my reality, and this isn't some comic or a web novel where the brave hero makes it. One slip and am dead and I don't want to run the risk of that. Yeah, I learned my lesson now.

FUCK all that its time to push back. No more slacking off, time to put that ego aside I was lucky with the speed force — no more leaving life to chance. I will survive.

I will conquer this. I refuse to be another fucking tombstone in Xavier's fucking school.

NO ONE SHALL MAKE ME A VICTIM!

I WILL HAVE VENGEANCE!

These thoughts burned in my heart, and I wanted nothing more than to rip them all to pieces for what they have done to me. And I knew where to start by getting my powers back first. Closing my eyes, I felt for it, because there is no way I could be disconnected from the Speed Force. This was a cosmic force tied into my very soul. No simple collar should be able to disconnect me at all.

"Hmm look like he gave up, it is for the best anyway. This way, his body will be used for the greater good." I heard the scientist mutter to himself. The lights started to flicker, and then the monitors came alive with buzzing and then scrambled visuals began to play across the screens.I was looking inwards for my astral form. I saw it, the stream of the speed force and it was just waiting for me to grab it. Although I tried, my astral form could not go forward at all. So I stood there and just looked at it with my anger boiling to overflow. I will have my vengeance, and nothing will deny me this.

That was when it clicked in place for me. I wanted my vengeance with my being the keyword. I never really saw the speed force as something that was my own.

The thought of Barry Allen and his discovery and usage has been holding me back. I have used the speed force, but I have never honestly used it as my own. With that thought, it reacted to me in response, and I knew just what had to happen.

I discarded all thoughts of Barry Allen. This was my speed force, I brought it with me to the Marvel-verse, and I was going to wield it as its avatar and chosen. With that, my entire world exploded with nothing but raw power. My very nerves were singing with joy. The mad doctor watched in fascination as the very air itself crackled with electricity. The bone saw the doctor used was the first thing to explode, then everything flowed after. The doctor should have been worried about his hand that was bleeding, but he couldn't take his eyes off the form of the young man before him. The doctor watched as bones realigned and reattached. Then the nerves and muscle groups regrew just like that. One moment the bone was broken, and the next moment, it had all the muscle fibers back flowing with a healthy pink shade.

Then the skin covered over the wound, and that was when the young man sat up. I understood now, I was the speed force, and the speed force was me. With just a simple thought, I commanded my leg to heal, then sat up straight. I had plans to teach the doctor, and his backers there are some people that you dont fuck with. And I, Benjamin Anthony Blake just joined that short list of individuals. I bit right through the ball gag they placed in my mouth. Then I spat out the pieces onto the floor, and that was when the doctor realized he was fucked. He made a mad dash toward the door, but I was having none of that today.

I was the speed force, and the speed force was me. With but a step, I was standing in front of the door blocking his exit. Now that I was here, I noticed it was a rather large steel frame bolt on with a spin wheel opener. That way if a metahuman escaped, he would be trapped until a containment team can come and detain them. I stared down at the doctor, and he stared right back at me. The doctor had gone eerily still like he was being looked at by an enormous predator.

Maybe I am because what I had planned for him was going to balance the scales. With one simple pull, I removed the vile collar from around my neck and looked at him.

"My god why didn't that work on you, it worked on all the rest." I heard the evil doctor state in his astonishment. That brought no solace to my heart.

"It's simple Doc, my powers don't work like the rest. Now you're going to tell me willingly. Who put this collar on me and I'll let you die fast." I stated to him while feeling my anger swell up within me. That freaked him out.

"I don't know, I swear, the guards brought you like that to me." the doctor screamed at me. "Is that your final answer?" was the only reply I gave him. This doctor was going to get no sympathy from me. I am all out of compassion for all these fuckers. And with that, the Doc shook his head, yes, but he was about to wish that he had more to say.

I was in such a foul mood, and this damn man had no more information for me. Then his use to me was finished. Now he shall suffer my vengeance. I started by grabbing his face and staring into him past his eyes and into his very soul.

With that very simple action, my voice reverberated across the whole base. With your vile act of defiling my body, I sentence you to death! Logan was sitting in his cell thinking of a way to escape. These morons always forgot about his claws, and no damper can indeed hold him. All he had to do was figure out where the kid was and hightail it out of here. Maybe kill a guy or two for information towards the exit. And that's when he heard it from his cell, like a note of finality and death. Guess the kids awake and not too happy about all this. Guess it was time to pop claws and go meet up with Sparky.

With the doctor's head in my hands, I pulled back and slammed it into the wall hard, making sure not to break his skull. I wanted him awake for this.

"You think you can just cut me up into parts and I would be fine with it doc?"

Bam!

I was maneuvering the Doc, so his back was to the door. I stepped to the side, turned and smashed in his right leg. It folded under my new strength like it was tissue paper. That woke the doctor up out of his daze, and he screamed at the top of his lungs. That was when I went to work on him. Grabbing the doctor with my left hand, I held him still while I focused my speed force aura to leach into his body. I was not aiming to protect him. I wanted him to experience what I did next with such vivid clarity. I needed my aura to keep him alive. It wouldn't do if he went into a shock early and died on me during this fun ride he was getting.

As I pushed the aura out of me and into him, I felt the bioelectricity the human body can produce in him. It felt so sophisticated yet so simple and elegant.

This had opened me up to so many possibilities, and I had an unwilling guinea pig ready for testing. I grabbed onto his body functions and sped up his perception of reality while keeping my own steady in real time.

I wanted him to experience this for at least one hundred years then die. I wanted this to be as slow and painful as I could make it. With that intent, the speed force sang with my versatility and usage. His body went rigid in my grasp, and I watched as his pupils dilated. Slowly I pushed my right hand into his still beating chest Indiana Jones temple of doom style. With my hand in his chest, I hooked my fingers around the arteries and pulled. The wail he let out was music to my ears. I looked him right in his face and spoke my peace.

"I WILL HAVE MY VENGEANCE IN THIS LIFE AND NOT THE NEXT!"

With that said, I pulled his heart out viciously, then tossed it across the room. I had to get it out of my hand. This moment was my first kill ever. I was so focused on my revenge. I never stopped to think. Then I doubled over and vomited everything out. I had to get out of here now. Yes, I was trapped in a room, but I was still in my super Saiyan mode. I had to keep my shit together. The doctor was my first kill, but he will not be the last.

I had to put stuff into perspective for myself. My innocence was gone, this was a world of unforgettable evils, and I had to find a way to live in it. I was still in my medical gown, and I needed clothes badly, but I refused to wear what that doctor had on. Now it's time to test my imagination and the speed forces flex-ability. Pulling on the speed force, I built a mental construct of a red metal pair of sole grip jikatabi. Holding the mental image was nothing; the tough part was pushing it into the aura and forcing it into solidification.

With that thought the mental strain lessened and now I found the secret the more willpower, you put into building the speed force construct the better since it trains the brain's ability to create. Next, I went for black ninja pants and a shirt with red lightning highlights, but I didn't want just any pants. I wanted the Ryu Hayabusa pants and shirt armor combo.

It took me six solid minutes of concentration to form everything I needed. That was when I realized I needed something for my face at high speed or better yet I need a helmet now. That way, I don't have to worry about much when I fight crime. I forced constructed the Hayabusa helmet with lenses to protect my eyes from any lucky hazards.

With all that complete, it was time to leave this godforsaken hole in the ground. Reaching the door, I remembered I didn't know how to phase. That was alright though because I had full access to the speed force and I wanted out. Taking a few steps back, I gave the door a lightning enhanced spartan kick. That steel reinforced door with the tumbler lock wasn't prepared for a pissed off speed force user on the warpath.

I was walking out into the hall, and I was presented with pandemonium. It was chaos, armed-guards were running to and fro, so that means Logan got out somehow. That means I no longer have to rescue him. I did a quick dodge up the wall, ran along the roof, and slammed my aura reinforced fist into the face of some random guard that fired rounds in my direction. Yeah, no way do I plan to get shot up. I was already at my limits so fuck this place and everyone in it.

After dispatching that guard, I stole his machete off his back. It also turned out to be one I recognized also. It had a combat grip handle applied with a special anti-slip coating serrated backside and with the blade being about two feet long by three inches wide. I took it and ran. I wasn't planning on going full sprint through the complex. Going those speeds would get me to my destination quickly, yes, but with my current pace, I had a goal. I plan to slice every guard in between me and the exit.

I would not rest easy tonight until they felt how I felt on that metal table. Then I moved with a savage purpose, every round shot in my direction was sliced in half. I learned my lesson: I would not get cocky and grab the bullets like some amateur speedster. I already knew I was faster than a speeding bullet and I had no need to prove that to the masses, but they needed to feel the fear. They needed to fear me knowing that no matter how much they shoot at me, none of the bullets will be able to get through.

The only thing on my mind was my vengeance against this accursed group of people and getting out of here. I had all confidence Logan would make it out, but maybe I should check for other people. Turning a corner, I was met with a wall of nothing but automatic weapons fire. Weapons of those calibers were no longer a threat to me in my current state. I was in accelerated time, yet I was also living standard time all at once. I was genuinely zen with the speed force, and she was with me. That was when I felt the tug, and I followed it. My aura was extended four feet out in a radius around me. And it was like woah, every detail was sent to my mind. With the accelerated nature of my brain, all that data was instantly processed and compiled. It was all at my fingertips; for instance, there is a drop of water falling mid-air behind me. Everything within four feet of the aura was known to me.

That wasn't all that I was able to do with it. With my aura extended every round that entered had its motion absorbed and they all fell on the ground. Not even waiting for the guards to register what happened within a step I was in their midst. My first slash went through the large burly guy with a superior groomed beard, but that wasn't going to save him today. I sliced through him like he wasn't even there and proceeded to dismantle the rest. Before I was done I grabbed the last man and shook him. I vibrated him so hard that his insides just liquified within his body. After that, I came to a fork in the road. It was time to put on the speed no more mindless killing of the guards. I found Logan drinking something while leaned up against a door leading out.

"So did you get it all out of your system?" Logan asked from his spot up against the wall.

"What do you mean?" I asked the man. I was in a foul mood, and I did not need his shit right now.

"Everyone heard your declaration to the base sparky" Logan stated with a huff from his spot.

"They collared me, Logan. Like I was a fucking slave, like I was less than fucking human!" I screamed into his face. He gave me a solid look like he wanted to trade blows. I was ready for him, fuck that no speed bullshit from last time. Logan just let out a huff

"I know sparks, I know. Come meet the new kids." he stated while heading out the door.

"Shit, I forgot to try and rescue anyone that might have survived," I replied to him after realizing he saved people while I was out for blood.

"I figured, you were raising one hell of a distraction." He grumped with another huff. Outside the mountain base-of course it was on the side of a mountain, these barbarians have no taste or style-in a small clearing stood about three individuals and I didn't notice anything new. Everyone was in rags and looked like a hot mess.

I wanted to go home and sleep for a year.

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The Fastest Man Alive by BigTofu

Movies » Avengers Rated: M, English, Adventure, Black Widow/Natasha R., Iron Man/Tony S., OC, Spider-Man/Peter Parker, Words: 738k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 4k+, Published: Jun 22, 2019 Updated: Jun 11, 2023

1,908Chapter 5: Lets Get Jiggy With it!

The Fastest Man Alive.

Chapter 5.

Get Jiggy With It!

Secret Room

Secret Location

"Well, That was a fair disappointment. Do we have an assessment of what we lost in the facility? "Asked a person sitting in a red chair cloaked in shadows.

"So far minor things, we didn't keep anything of importance at that location. It was deemed unsatisfactory for our needs other than a stop off or storage." Replied another figure cloaked in shadows sitting in his green chair.

"So we lost weapon X again. And now we have this discovery. Do we have any information on this new mutant?" Replied the shadowed figure in the red chair.

"Currently no, but I have been able to recover a recording of the outside conversation. It seems that the "collar" was a trigger for this new mutant. If we choose to pursue in the future, we need to be aware of this." Replied the shadow sitting in the green chair.

"Hmmm, an interesting trigger isn't it. We should also look into containment for this new mutant, even if that power damper collar didn't work. We know our latest assets powers are electricity based, so let us build in that direction. Let's go with triple redundancy layered with a release to direct the power to the ground. Also, make sure the asset can't overload the system." Spoke up the figure in the red shadow

"Yes, we shall create a containment suite then send our operatives to recover our new asset," Replied the green shadowed figure as he faded out of existence.

Upstate New Hampshire

Somewhere in the Mountains

Benjamin

So here I was sitting in a field with Logan and the few other escapees, and man did we look like a hot mess. The girl from one of the trees on the far edge of the clearing, or at least I believed she was female from her facial features, chest, and hips was dirty from head to toe. She was in what seemed to be a prison shirt covered in some green gunk. From my position, I can see that her pants were missing a leg. Which was just weird. How do you lose a pants leg in a situation like this, but she didn't seem deterred by that by any means. Next was this big guy looking around with shifty eyes. I wouldn't have paid much attention to him if it wasn't for Logan looking in his direction. Which means I better be on guard for him.

He was decked out in the same prison garb of the other chick but had no sleeves and was rocking a mohawk that looked like it had seen better days. Now the last girl was giving off a weird creepy vibe, and she kept looking at Logan like she wanted to peer into the man's soul. She also wore the same prison get up as the other two, but she had no missing sleeves or pant's leg. Hell, she was even cleaner than the others and her hair was up in a ponytail, and she looked ready to go a few rounds.

Alrighty, then I was getting tired of all this silence turning to Logan I asked the question on my mind and probably theirs also. "So tell me Logan do we have a way out of this shit show we are in?" I asked the beefy man as he just leaned up against a tree relaxing. Logan's expression took a shift which didn't answer my question. Then he looked at me evenly. "Yeah, the professor is sending the blackbird." "Oh come on, you know where we are, and you didn't tell me?" He let out a grunt at me and spoke up, "I thought you would be more worried about yourself and not where we are."

I gave him my best irritated sounding noise and looked away from the man. Now that he said something about it. I was feeling drained, all of my initial adrenaline boost and anger from waking up to my situation was bleeding off, and I had a lot to figure out. Down in that base, I had killed a man in cold blood, worse than that, I ripped his heart out and forced him to experience that for one hundred years. That was some savage shit I did, and I never knew I was capable of all that. Not only that, but I am also extremely sure that this used to be a U-men base.

That was added to my list of issues cause I remember them from the comics, but they weren't in any of the MCU movies. They wanted to harvest my organs to further themselves along their sick path of evolution. They were after Logan, and I just happened to be on the bed being cut apart first. To remember that made me shake right at my spot on the ground. This situation sucks cause now I have to change so many plans. I had thought I could be a hero, but now that I am intimately related to the X-men, that might need to change.

That means I'll also have to face a lot of their rogue's gallery and I'm in no way in any form or shape prepared for that. I need to do better. I need a plan of action and I need to figure out my way in this messed up world. Everything isn't cookies and rainbows as I used to think they were.

I can die and fast if I don't buckle down and get my shit together and the best way to start is with the x-men. I had Logan as a fighting instructor, and I had the Beast as a teacher. I needed to put that to good use.

I don't remember all of my marvel verse trivia, but what I do know is that all these groups are going to be well funded and very ruthless. While I was all lost in my thoughts out from over the forest came a silver disc looking object. It was ole bucket helm himself, and it looks like he came prepared today. Magneto dropped his flying saucer in the middle of the clearing, looked at us then looked at the others. I wanted to geek out so much, but It had been a long day, and no matter how cool he looked in his iconic helm I wasn't in the mood for his shit.

He was about to find out the hard way how foul my mood was. With him was the blue goddess of death herself Mystique standing at his back right shoulder. Next to her was: holy shit is that Sabertooth? It looked like him, and damn was he massive. He stood a good six feet ten inches from what I could spot. Sabertooth had that weird yellow and brown onesie suit on with the fur around his neck. Damn, he noticed Logan first then his eyes flicked at me. While looking at me, he smiled. Well fuck I was not in the mood for his alpha male ego bullshit today. If this came to a fight, and I was hoping to the high heavens that it didn't come down to that, I would have to tank Magneto with a blitz attack first, cause he would be the linchpin in their group.

"Rejoice for I have come to save you, my fellow brothers and sisters," Was how the man started. "I have come to not only to save you but also give you a place among my brotherhood of mutants."

"Magneto we all just finished escaping with our lives. Make them the offer and stop the drama play. Please, cause I'm not in the very best of moods. So make your offer and if they want to leave with you, take them. Those that want our help we will take them back to the school with us. Since our ride is already on the way." I spoke up from my position, cutting him off. I couldn't help but snort.

"And who might you be?" Came Magneto's question. And with that, I realized that I still had the speed force Hayabusa helm covering my head and face. With that as a queue, I sent the helm away. Pretty neat trick right, I had realized that after I made all my speed force constructs, they became little sensations in the back of my mind. So while I was going about dismantling the base, I decided to create mental blocks in correlation to each construct.

"Ahh young Mr. Blake fancy meeting you here." came Magneto's reply as I showed everyone my face. After all this, I'll have to find time to see what more I can do. Again, I had to kick myself for only using my powers for speed. At least I was extremely aware now of what I lacked and can make some improvements before the world decided to kick me in the nuts again.

Yeah, I should have kept my mouth shut because with that statement Magneto's eyes narrowed then Sabertooth took a step forward. I took a look at Mystique. She smiled at me and then took a step back. That was interesting, and I knew I couldn't trust her; she always had an angle no matter how lovely those hips were. She always tries to get an edge over someone, and I'm dating Gwen. I can't go off galavanting with the three-hundred-year-old blue goddess. That was when my mind clicked; this lady was over three hundred years old. The only way she could have survived and live this long is to have some skills, and I want those skills. I knew there was no way I could trust her, but I needed the skills she had.

Fighting Logan can only get me so far, and I already have the Beast for my other issues. I noticed Sabertooth edging closer to our spot. Logan was already checking him out, and I realized this was about to be another brother bullshit scrap. What shocked me more was when Sabertooth made his statement to me.

"What did you say kid?" asked the big brute known as Sabertooth. I shared a look with Logan as I got up from my spot.

"Do you mind if I take this fight?" I asked Logan while rolling my shoulders.

"Yeah Kid, just don't kill him. I think you have done enough of that today." Was all Logan told me. Then he just sat on the ground and leaned back against the tree and just looked in our direction like he was about to enjoy a show. In a way I guess he was

"You have a lot of confidence in the kid," Came Sabertooths gruff voice. All Sabertooth got in the form of a reply from Logan was a snort. Yeah, that caused me to chuckle inside. With that, I had my mind all made up, and I planned to go all Raiden God of Thunder from Mortal Kombat all across his ass. He was going to learn not to bother an omega level teenager going through his existential crisis.

First, I had to toss aside the machete because Logan asked me not to kill the man. Then I pulled on my well of power from the speed force. This allowed my body to burst forward with massive amounts of electricity. When I did that, Sabertooth pulled a half step, and that's when I heard him say, "Oh!"

That's all he was able to get out because with my next movements, I blasted myself at him.

Today, I woke up on an experiment table in a lab and he came here with his bullshit. Sabertooth was about to experience the full force of my bad mood today. Logan only asked me not to kill him. Lucky for me, Sabertooth has a healing factor, so that means he can take some punishment.

Like I said, that's all he was able to get out because, with my next movements, I blasted myself at him flying horizontally across the grass with his chest as my target. The goal wasn't to kill him only to break a few ribs. It turns out Sabertooth had great reflexes because he surprisingly tried to swing at me, and he had some crazy fast reflexes because when my fists made contact with his chest, he thought he could get me with a hammer blow from overhead. He was sorely mistaken, because with my fight slash training time with Logan. I no longer dropped my guard after dealing massive amounts of damage to my opponents.

That was a hard learned lesson, and I was grateful for it because it showed right now with me thrashing Sabertooth back to Magnetos feet. With the overhead blow going straight for my back, I decided to grab hold of Sabertooth's body. Spinning myself around him at my hyper speeds, man I love being able to go as fast as I wanted.

With myself sped up faster than the rest, I grabbed Sabertooth from the back around his waist, then I dug deep, and then launched us both into the air.

There was no escaping for Sabertooth, and we came down hard in the form of a German suplex. We hit the ground with such force the trees shook all around us.

Sabertooth bounced back up off the ground roaring at me, but I was ready for his retaliation. Flying at Sabertooth at super speeds I was on him in a second. With just a turn and twist of my hips, I planted the sole of my foot straight into his jaw and I launched Sabertooth clear off the ground. Turning back around to face my flying foe, I reached and snatched Sabertooth out of the air by his waist. Then with a mighty heave and a twist, we launched clear into the air again. A savage grin came across my face because I had the mother of all power bombs ready for him. With gravity taking back over, we came down with a devastating crash with all of the focus of the devastation aimed right at Sabertooth. Within that same nanosecond, all the electric charge that was being built up within me blasted out and focused on Sabertooth.

Everyone heard it, and then they saw it. Everyone witnessed the flash of lightning then the charge, after that the fighters vanished later reappearing in a German suplex right in front of Magneto. They watched as the young man got up, dusted himself off then went to check to make sure his opponent was alive then went back to the side of his friend. Everything went silent with the only sound present was the sizzle of fur from the one known as Sabertooth.

Even the forest had gone silent from that explosion of action. From across the way, Mystique had a definite smile on her face. Well, shit! Trying not to get her attention got me her undivided attention. With that, she came forward to our corner of the clearing as Magneto went to talk with the rest.

"I can tell you have made some improvements." came Mystique's voice from behind me.

"Nope, am still adjusting," Was all I could reply to her. With her so close to me, I was trying hard not to roam my eyes all over her form. One must show respect to the lady that can be anyone you ever knew because when your backs turned. She could decide to slip a knife across your throat when you're least expecting it. I heard a sigh from Mystique before she spoke again.

"Must you act so stiff around me?" Mystique asked and I heard the frown in her voice. Yeah, that threw me for a loop, and I couldn't help but sputter. And queue Logan's bark of laughter at my expense.

"Listen, I am trying to be respectful, okay, and you're making it hard just walking around naked like that." came my quick reply to the gorgeous blue lady before me.

"Oh, that I can fix easily." she hummed, and just like that she changed. Spectacular would be the word to describe it.

It started with a ripple from her head then moved its way down. Then she was standing before me with the look of an Amazonian. Mystique kept her body proportions, but now she had this fierce warrior woman look to her features. Her hair was now of a brunette color, her face was far more angled and sharper looking, and she was wearing a blue pants suit. Hell, she even included glasses. Talk about the ultimate power lawyer. Hell, I am pretty sure she probably has a law degree or more than a few in different subjects. She has been alive for one hell of a long time, gotta pass the time somehow.

That had to be for me. I had known Mystique could make clothes, but I should have figured she would be able to make lenses also. Then I had to open my big mouth.

"Why did you change your skin color? I honestly don't mind the blue. It's just the whole nudist thing that was throwing me off." I questioned with a tolt of my head. And with a tilt of her head, she changed her skin back. Yeah, she still looked good to me. Man, I was going to get into so much trouble when I told Gwen all about this later.

"So tell me why don't you want to join us?" Mystique asked me straight to my face. So now I had to think. Hell, I could do what I wanted with any supergroup, but I didn't want to do it from their side. It took me a while to formulate my answer for her, but I only had one answer.

"That answer is rather simple. Your brotherhood of mutants has allowed itself to be viewed as a world terrorist organization. I can't be a part of that when I decide to put my name out there. Yes, I get that you do what you do for metahuman kind, but you guys never stopped to think about how you're doing things. For example, Magneto came here, flying on an open saucer, and no one is wearing a mask. That's just ridiculous, think about that. If Eric or anyone in the brotherhood wanted a regular life, they can't because they have been spotted on camera doing something. Then they are being categorized as a terrorist to the public. Yeah, I'm metahuman and proud, but I'm not stupid. The protection of my own identity is critical if I want to do anything. And I can't have any of that being associated with terrorism. It's not much, but I'm trying to think about the long term, and I do not need to separate myself from the rest of the world. That's also another ridiculous point you guys are missing, but I am just a moronic teenager. I want a chance to change the world in my way, and I can't do that following orders from Magento. The things I want to do will clash with his views, but the Professor is flexible on everything. So we can do great work together." I told her being as straight as I could about the situation. Since she wanted an honest answer.

I hope I don't get killed for telling it like it is.

"I'll come to find you, and we can have a proper chat," With that, she just stared at me, humming to herself. With a flick of her hips turned around and headed back in the direction of Magneto and the rest of his crew. It seems like he was able to get two of the escapees to follow him. While Mystique hummed to herself, she set the one known as Benjamin before her with a leveled look while mulling over his little tirade. He keeps raising fixed points, but it seems there's more to it that he isn't telling. His world view can't be this broad without experience or prior knowledge of what's to happen. Hmm, I remember that he had some warehouse in Hell's kitchen. I'll have to find time to stop by.

"Well, damn, I guess I'll be going to the school where you learned to do that." Came the voice of the girl over from the far edge of the clearing.

And with that, it was like a dam broke loose cause overhead the X-Jet came flying in low then out jumped Storm with a swoosh she was flying down next to us. She took one look at me and frowned, yeah I was not in the best of shapes or conditions. Blood was dry on my torso and legs. My face was caked with dirt, and my hair was an absolute mess. My hair was filled with dust and moss and anything else you can imagine from an underground base. She was about to speak, but before she got the chance, Logan stepped in.

"Not right now O, let's just get back, it's been a long day enough already." Logan spoke up, cutting Ororo off from saying anything.

"Alright, but this isn't over," Strom replied while she eyed my clothes with the blood splashes all across me. Placing a hand to her ear, "Hank, come in. Yes, they are leaving. We are clear for a pickup,"

Ororo eyed the group across from us, and as we all looked in that direction. Magneto's giant silver metal disc started to levitate up off the ground and zoomed out of sight heading to wherever they called home. With them gone out of sight, the X-jet landed with the loading ramp descended, and we got on. The first person I saw as my head got into the plane was the Professor.

His brows were in a frown, which means he must be having a telepathic conversation with Logan. Well, fuck my life can't I have a break for once I was not looking forward to having a conversation about my actions down in the base. The Professor let out a breath then sighed, which in turn amazed me I was not expecting to see the man so saddened.

"Young Mr. Blake I will have to apologize for what has been allowed to transpire. It saddens me that you have had to go through such an ordeal."

Well, what the shit I was not expecting that from the man. I was prepared for a scolding, yes. I was ready for him to tell me that I can no longer come over on the weekends, yes. I had not expected him to apologize to me of all people. I was so undeserving of this man's apologies.

So I had to stop him at all costs, so I interrupted him, "Listen here, Professor it's okay these things just happen, but I don't blame you or anyone. Only the people that did this. Your school was built as a haven. Others are trying to prey upon your hard work. We are going to have to put a stop to them. Whoever they are."

The Professor gave me a small smile then turned to the new person coming up the ramp.

"Why hello there young lady I have been told by one of my teachers that you would like to join us at our institute." The Professor spoke to her. Hell, I just realized we don't even know her name.

So I faked a cough and then interjected myself again. While scratching the back of my head, I couldn't help but ask, "Excuse me, but we never got your name after everything was going down."

She looked back and forth between myself and the Professor, but all he had was a kind smile on his face. That was when she spoke up. "My name is Amanda Waller, or you can call me The Wall."

She raised her hands and projected multiple reflective panels in the air. While she was doing all that my mind was short-circuiting because I knew that name. That name belongs to one of the most infamous people of the DC universe. She ran her suicide squad. Yeah, talk about worlds colliding. I hope she isn't like that Amanda Waller.

"That's excellent! Fascinating abilities! It looks like you are making physical type constructs. What do you think, Benjamin?" came the Professor's voice breaking through my daydreaming.

"Yep, it looks to me she is creating some psionic construct," I replied to the Professor while turning to take a better look at what she created. She had made many small one foot by five inches of just thin floating psionic walls. I was fascinated by what she was doing, but the nerd in me wanted to look in the cockpit where I could see DR. Mccoy piloting the X-jet.

I turned away from the cockpit and focused more on Amanda since I'll most likely have a chance to check out the jet later if I asked. So I took myself to one of the window seats. No way was I going to miss the site during this ride. I looked up after strapping myself in. Only to find Storm walking by my position. She stopped for a moment like she wanted to say something to me, but thought better of it then left for the cockpit. That's strange she hasn't said much to me since the time she was at the cookout. Honestly, I don't want to be on her wrong side but no one is perfect. I have been learning that since gaining my powers, even supers are still human at the end of the day.

So whatever the situation I was having with her I'll have to ride it out until it passes or figure out something that she likes and make peace. Amanda was talking to Professor more about herself. She was an orphan, and her parents died when she was young. She lived with her aunt, but the people that took her killed her and snatched her from the car. Damn, that's what you call a tragic origin story, but I held my mouth shut. This was one of those moments where I couldn't just let my mouth run. Now she was coming with us because of my fight with the big furry guy. That comment drew a laugh from Logan over in his seat. Then he decided to open his big mouth.

"You should have seen it, Chuck. He laid a suplex on old fur face. Laid him out flat! I wish I could be there when he wakes up. Ha!" went Logan while leaning back in his seat. And with that, we blasted off back to the mansion.

I blocked everything out and finally succumbed to my exhaustion. I was completely unaware as giant blue paws wrapped around me, pulling me out of my seat and then laying me on a softer bed. Nor did I notice the sting of the needle going into my arm. I was lost to the world with dreams of hero-ship and beautiful women, asking me to kiss their babies.

"So what do you think about him, Logan?" Asked the Professor from his location as he watched Dr. Mccoy tends to both his patients.

"I'll admit Sparkles did take down a lot of bad guys, but I can't be the judge to that mess. Here is what I do know from the moments I do have with the kid. He has a good heart. But: We have to put it in the right place and help him with an outlet. Otherwise he is going to create one for himself." Spoke Logan from his spot next to the Professor at the view window to the labs.

"Has anyone noticed his movements are different? It feels like how a predator walks." Asked Storm from her position.

"Yeah, that might be my doing actually." Spoke up Logan while scratching his beard.

"What do you mean Logan ?" Asked the Professor as he turned his chair to face the man.

"I took Sparky to the danger room to see what kind of skills he has. Well, it turns out his body is learning a lot faster than his head. Cause after a few exchanges he was getting better and better. I could feel it with each blow we traded, and I could see his body adapting to the situation faster and faster. I don't even know if the kid realized what was happening."

"So speed, and that electricity arn't his only powers then?" Asked Storm from her side of the Professor.

"No, I believe that might be a secondary reaction happening. I believe that the speed is creating the lightning and that in turn, it's conditioning his body. All that seems to be happening in a loop, continually improving young Benjamin." Came the voice of Dr. Mccoy as he exited the lab and joined the conversation.

"Like a muscle stimulus is what you're saying right, Hank?" Asked Logan with a thoughtful expression.

"Precisely, but far more advanced. Not only that, but if my scans are correct. Benjamin has a healing factor that's just as advanced or even more so than yours, Logan. Once he reaches his peak physical condition, he will stay like that. His body is already consuming his body fat and building muscle. That should be impossible because of what Logan has told me. Young mister Blake hasn't eaten for one whole day yet his body is producing muscle and has already grown an inch since we last scanned him right before the abduction." Stated Dr. Mccoy with a thoughtful look on his face.

"How about we keep him here for a week. We observe him, and then we decide after that." Offered Storm.

"Yes, I believe that would be wise." came the Professor's reply. With that, the Professor shifted his attention to the second person in the lab sleeping on the bed.

"And what of our young Amanda Waller?" asked the Professor.

Logan spoke up first this time. "From what I can tell, she was down there when we got taken in. Didn't do much when we busted her out, just stood by herself and observed everyone. Also, when she was speaking to you earlier in the jet. I couldn't smell a lie, nor did she have a skip in her heartbeat. So I think she is clean. All she would need now is a shower and a place to sleep."

"Her scans also check out. She seems to be not contagious. Her powers do take on a psionic composition to them. So I would recommend we take her in also." Spoke up Hank from his observer's location by the door.

"Well alright, I Will get in contact with services and see what I can do for her." replied the Professor from his chair.

You know how some days you feel so tired you could die from exhaustion? Today was one of those days, and so was last week. Today though I have been running a mile without pulling on the speed force. Not that I wasn't fit, no I was before I got my powers, it's just that running miles with hundreds of pounds of weights on your back is a sure-fire way to die of exhaustion. I couldn't quit because I had the Wolverine behind me doing the same damn thing. And if he could do it so could I. That was until I was out here doing the same damn thing as him. It seems after my latest adventure, Logan and Hank took an interest in me.

Logan was punishing my body, yet Hank was pushing my mind. I was getting battered from both sides, but I refused to give up. They were giving me a chance to maximize my abilities to the fullest, and I wasn't going to quit now because it was hard. I learned my lesson on what happens when I slack off. It is then that the universe decides to kick my ass again: and I refuse to be in a situation like that again. I was studying anything and everything that placed in front of me. I had read so much I started to speed read, and I realized I could begin to go into an auto-capture mode. I went through everything in the library and everything he had in the database. With permanent perfect recall, I was cheating hard. I had rewritten the definition of enhanced genius-level intellect with a super photographic memory. And I abused the hell out of it every chance I got so much so that Hank was making references to his favorite authors and their esoteric works. Since I was the only one that got it, he made a lot of inside jokes. It became dank, and it was so cool.

I had also finally made up with Ororo, and it turns out she likes gardening. So I went to collect some rare flowers from the rainforest. It took about thirty tries until she finally smiled at me. Now here I am in the gym training with Logan before I had to leave for home. And yes I hated him all over again. He talked me into doing the iron man challenge without powers, and man did it suck. As much as I was in complaining teenager mode, I know this was good for me. I had noticed my gains after I had awakened. It seems since I had a healing factor supercharged by the speed force I was always going to be in. what was for me at the time, peak condition. But, I had to put myself in my best possible physical condition first; otherwise, it was going to take a while to get there and I was not going to pass up an opportunity to be trained by the Wolverine again. His body was a constant after photo at a gym, and I wanted that for myself.

All he did was chuckle at me as I pushed out the last of my hundred set to the iron man challenge. One of these days I'm so going to sabotage his cigars.

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Movies » Avengers Rated: M, English, Adventure, Black Widow/Natasha R., Iron Man/Tony S., OC, Spider-Man/Peter Parker, Words: 738k+, Favs: 4k+, Follows: 4k+, Published: Jun 22, 2019 Updated: Jun 11, 2023

1,908Chapter 6: Personal Hell

Fastest Man Alive

Chapter 6

Personal Hell!

So here I was, a beyond omega level class Metahuman, and I was sitting through my hell. I know it's not my very own personal hell since there are plenty of other kids in class with me, but I would like to think so. Especially after the last few weeks I just survived. First, I had to make it through the whole going to the X mansion and the kidnapping situation. Then I had to live through a week of grueling workouts with Logan, and then I had to survive Dr. McCoy force feeding me knowledge. I was able to instantaneously absorb, understand, compile and use it all as my own. Lucky for me I found the subjects of nanotechnology, engineering, programming, and a few others just tickled my fancy. With 's help as a sponsor, I was able to get my theory published about increasing the power efficiency in nanotechnology through a collective power distribution system.

It only got some recognition from the mad geniuses, but at least I was able to get my name out there for when I make my move. One surprise was finding the theories of one Victor Von Doom. Though it seems he already has a mean hard-on for Reed Richards since his papers were always belittling the man's intelligence. I also found papers written by Reed Richards. That means that the Fantastic Four is in this universe, but since I haven't heard anything from them would only mean Reed hasn't blown up the labs with his dimensional portal. He has mentioned being on the verge of a breakthrough in his research papers.

All that and here I am forced into this torturous existence called the dreaded MidTown High School. Turning to Pete next to me, "Tell me again, Pete, why must we be subjected to high school?" I asked him with desperation in my voice. Today we were in our shared AP algebra two class. The lights were dimmed, and the class course was supposed to be copied down from the projector. That old ragged AC vent was whistling overhead so this was the best chance to chat without being found out. Pete was sitting next to me with a confused look, which turned exasperated from my question. Today Peter had on a red flannel over shirt with the school's science decathlon shirt under it, completed with a jeans combo. I, on the other hand, was rocking our midtown high scientist decathlon sweater, which was lucky for me since I hadn't completed any laundry recently. Yeah, talk about lucky.

I was able to find a beautiful loose set of jeans to wear to school too. Still no clue on how to explain to Gwen all that happened later today. "I don't know about you, but my Aunt and Uncle wanted me to go to school regularly, like everyone else," Peter replied to me while his face was scrunched up in his thoughts.

"Come on, Pete; you can't tell me you haven't thought about blasting through here and just be done with this place?" I had to ask him back with pure disbelief in my voice. "No, that's not what I mean," Pete replied to me. I had to pause for a moment and let him compose what he wanted to say. Then he spoke up, and I had to pay attention to him since he decided to lean forward and whisper like we were bandits and was conspiring for a bank heist. "Honestly, I have been thinking about taking some college courses. I know Uncle Ben told me to wait, but Harry offered me an internship at Oscorp if I can pass a few tests." He whispered into my ears.

That of course, caused me to rock back into my seat because last time I had seen Harry, he had that pompous rich guy bullshit going on. Well, shitty shit. I know for a fact that this is not a Harry-thing, but a Norman Osborn thing and it seems like he is trying to make a play for Pete. How am I going to navigate this shit? Yeah, I have no clue on how to proceed with this one how about slowly I guess. "Listen Pete I know your the trusting type and all, but damn! Osborn? Come on, I know you can do better than him and his grease ball of a father." I replied since that was the only thing I could say to him. Hell, we knew Harry since middle school, we started as friends then but when Harry realized he could buy people with money, he distanced himself. Granted, I was trying to figure out how to get my hooks in him early; that way, I could get my hands on Oscorps toys. Why did he have to turn into a little shit once puberty hit?

"Come on Ben don't be like that. He apologized, didn't he?" Came Pete's voice trying to assuage my frustrations about the whole situation. "Peter Benjamin Parker he called us both low-class trash. That's not something you can take back. Come on, buddy think about it for a minute. Your Aunt and Uncle have been raising you since you were young. My parents have been raising me since forever. And he just spat on all that, if he said it, he believes it. Yeah, we might be worthy in his eyes in the future, but in his heart of hearts, we are still low-class trash. Hell, I would have accepted the apology more if his dad wasn't there forcing him to say it. Look I'm not telling you don't do it, because yes it will better your future. Just be aware you're not selling your future away as your bettering it." I huffed back at Pete while finishing up my notes.

Peter went silent as he finished his notes on problems six and eight from the overhead projector. It was okay, though because I think I might have gotten my views across to him. Since it was the end of school, I had plans to go to my warehouse and make some science and magic. Peter had brought me a copy of his compiler for research purposes. I also had plans to use that with my code and I have been writing a personality matrix. Combining those, with some improvements to the system to help them work together more smoothly and adding a dash of speed force magic, I might be able to create something the world has never seen before. I had already figured out at least thirty-five fixes to the code, with redundancy to make sure I didn't create any Skynet machine, when Gwen came down the hall. Her smile was at least ten miles wide when she looked at me. Wow, she can always take my breath away.

My first instinct was to rush over there pick her up, bring her back to the warehouse and French her into next week. Sadly I was in school, and I can't go super speeding for everyone to see. Until I can get my hooks into the NYC networks, I'll have to keep the speed down. Or at least keep my face covered and move too fast for the cameras. The hallways were their usual uproar, but that didn't deter me one bit. With my super enhanced reflexes and balance, I was moving smoothly and with fluid motions towards my soon to be frenched girlfriend. Her eyebrow quirked up as she watched me approach. Today Gwen was rocking tight jeans and I know exactly where I am about to place my hands. Accompanying her pair of jeans was a white tank top with a flower that resembled a yellow daisy. As I was looking her up and down, I noticed behind her back was a red sweater hanging out of her handbag.

That's an old one I had lost; a red one with the number twenty-three on the back of the sweater and I could never find it either. "Honestly Gwen how many of my sweaters do you have?" I couldn't help but ask her as I was pulling closer. While Gwen was entering my embrace, she smiled up at me and answered, "I wouldn't know, I got this one as a gift. He was rather handsome and dashing, but he had such an ego I didn't want to return it to him." Gwen replied to me before I sealed her lips with my own. Man, I missed her so much, the rush of vanilla filled my nostrils as our tongues danced back and forth. Then my guilt decided to strike me while I was enjoying myself. My memories of Mystique came back to the forefront of my mind. It's a positive that Mystique wants something from me and I must warn Gwen about all the mess that's heading our way. Just as I was about to tell her all these things on my mind, we both heard it. A loud crashing sound came from behind me, turning around I found Flash with Peter up against the opposite side of the walll. The hallway was deathly silent with everyone looking at Flash. Today the resident school delinquent was sporting his signature basketball jersey.

His arms were also all out and bare for the world to see, guess he was trying to show off some gains. Man, this guy is just ruining everything. "Get up puny Parker, your bodyguards not here to protect you today. Get up!" Flash screamed at Peter while everyone was watching. First Gwen looked at what was happening then she looked at me. Gwen shook her head, then pushed me forward. Well, I guess I'll save his ass again. I can't wait till he gets his powers. I have to talk him into kicking Flashes ass himself. That's going to be so cathartic for him and his self-esteem. I couldn't help the smile that played across my face as I did a smooth glide up behind Flashes back. All Peter did was a smile from his position against the wall. "What are you smiling for Parker?" Asked Flash in a confused state. With that as my cue, I placed my hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"You see Peter and myself happen to be the dynamic duo. He was raised to be kind and to be responsible." I decided to say as the illustrious Flash Thompson began to wince under my grip. "I was also raised to be responsible, but I like to ignore the whole kind lesson when it comes to assholes like yourself Flash." With that, I pulled off an instep while twisting my body and turning him in a full 180 slamming him against the wall with a bang, Flash let out a groan from his new location next to Peter. "See I bet you didn't like that now did you?" I asked Flash as he tried to pry my grip from his shoulder. "Get off me, man, I learned my lesson. Come on, man, I learned my lesson, let go! " Flash started to yell and panic. From my location, I had spotted a teacher turning down the hallway towards us.

Figures someone would show up when this dumb ass was about to get his ass kicked. Since the teacher was heading our way, I decided to scare him a little bit. I might as well have my fun since I wasn't allowed to kick his ass. "Listen here, Flash. I could have fucked your knee up. You could have been ruined for this season. I know you're trying to get into college, and this is your only shot, so I have let you, well, be you. Since I don't pay much attention to you let me hear about one more fuck up like what just happened. Your whole high school basketball career will be over. Am I being understood?" I hissed out at him as the teacher was approaching closer and closer. When I had said those words, some people's eyes widened around us.

"Alright, break it up, Mr. Blake. Mr. Thompson is anything going on here?" Asked Mis. Mayadeen our AP Physics teacher. "No, we are all fine here, Mis. Mayadeen," replied Peter speaking up first. I just nodded my head at her while I eyed Flash. When I raised an eyebrow at him, he finally decided to speak up, "Yeah, teach we're good, I gotta go to practice anyway." Spoke Flash as he decided to hightail it out of the hall. With that everyone decided to head home or go to afterschool activities. I planned to take Gwen back to the warehouse and do a few things to help further my goals. Maybe I'll do a whole make-out session first, yeah that. I can always just super speed everything else. "Come on you big goof we have things to do," Gwen spoke up while helping Peter pick up his bags. While fixing his bag, Peter gave me a look then asked, "You were not going to do any of that right?" Hmm the way he looked at me was odd. "Believe it bud, no one messes with my people and gets away with it scott-free." Was all I said to Peter as we left the building.

Peter never said anything as he got on the bus. That was fine anyway, and he had his thing to deal with. Since I had no plans to rush him or force him to do anything he doesn't want to do. I don't even have any plans to play the evil voice in his ear. With Peter gone, I did a fast turn to Gwen and smiled at her, "Hey babe, I missed you lots." I told her as she handed me her bag. "Yeah, I can tell from the way you paid no attention to anyone else and made a beeline straight for me," Gwen replied while smiling up at me. With her bag secured on my back, I picked up Gwen, and we got out of there. No honking cars, no garbage odors, nothing, It was so peaceful while going superspeeds.

All that was available was blissful silence. Gwen was in my arms, smiling as she enjoyed the sights. We passed by neon signs blending together with cars frozen in time. Even the birds looked frozen to us in their mid-flight movements. Looking down at Gwen, I couldn't help but go for another kiss. "I'm happy you brought me along. I thought you were going to go off on your own and have fun without me." stated Gwen with a quirk of her cute eyebrows. "Nope, not after the little adventure that I just went through. I have plans to keep it a small time thing for now." I replied to Gwen as we cruised past a frozen cop mid-bite of his donut.

After taking a look at the cop with his donut, I figured what the hell. I'm sure Gwen is hungry. She just hasn't said anything about it. Most likely because she was excited to get me back and just forgot. Who knows these things? With a solid burst of speed I brought Gwen through a bodega. We grabbed some snacks, and I dropped a twenty on my way out. That should cover everything, with a swift turn around a corner we headed off towards the warehouse for our little fun. And then I'll get my chance to do my mad genius bit for a while. Let's just hope I don't blow up the city. Who am I kidding? With my luck recently that might happen. With a look at Gwen as we approached the warehouse I hoped to speed force that doesn't happen.

Now we were about a block out from our spot, so with a move, I started up the wall. That caused Gwen to squeal out as we moved from a straight horizontal position to a vertical one going straight up the building wall. Gwen turned to me to give me what she thought was a glare. All she could pull off was a fierce little pout. With a smile playing across my lips, I leaped. Well, it was honestly more of a hop and a step, yet what happened next caused Gwen to hang her mouth open wide with shock. "How? How are you doing this?" she asked me. That's the look I wanted on her face, the awe and grandeur at the wonder of the world. "It's simple yet, complex. With the energy coming off of me, I can use it to grab the air and create a pressure pocket. Its use is to create an air road to run on. I discovered this during one of my little training sessions. It's not flying, but I'll figure it out one of these days." Was my reply to Gwen while thinking about the glide I pulled off into Sabertooth chest. The ideas for running on the air came from my reflections on naruto and bleach. I found some things similar then tried a combination, and I got it to work just fine. Although, I plan to put some time into figuring out flight though.

With that out of the way, I brought us down on the roof of the warehouse while I brought us back to standard time speed. That caused Gwen to let's out a very exasperated sound at me. "So what? You keep popping up with new abilities?" She asked from her position still in a princess style carry. With a chuckle, I replied to her in full, "Not really, it's still the same power I am just figuring out more creative ways to use it. It would seem I got energy manipulation with the speed force. So I thought it was best I start being more creative." Yeah, I was still mad at myself for not figuring phasing out sooner. I even didn't know the damn shaking like that messes me up something fierce. I at least figured out some other uses though, and I was planning on sharing one of my favorites later. With a huff, Gwen maneuvered out of my arms and walked over to a clean two-person loveseat, which had a magnificent view of the river.

Yeah, that was a total win idea. Bringing the loveseat up here yesterday: but I am pretty sure I wasn't the one that turned it towards the river. That might have been Allen. Hm, yeah I'll have to thank him for this later. With Gwen huffing at me I carried our bags over next to the seat. "So are you going to tell me about the last two weeks now? I noticed you have been acting different, and your flow of motion is smooth. Like extremely smooth. It's like your just gliding across the ground now." said Gwen with a cute little huff. Yeah, this conversation might be somewhat rough. So with my exasperated sigh, I took a seat right next to her. Gwen used that as a sign and leaned into my chest. With this, I leaned back into the chair and took one long look over the bay before us. "Man, where do I even start?" I let out my breath. "Why not the beginning," Gwen replied while treating me as a pillow. Well, I guess that's one way to start a story. So with some brogue to my voice to cover the sad feelings I was having from dredging up the memories, I began my tale.

While sitting with Ben on a seat watching the bay, Gwen was listening to his tales of his previous week's adventures. Gwen had to wonder how she got to where she was today. He was so unlike anyone she ever met before. Since they were at the age of eight when they first met at a policeman's cookout, she had always liked him because of his fanciful, adventurious tales. He had such stories of men flying in the air with capes on their backs. Even that one Ben loved to talk about calling himself the Batman Just those stories alone had already endeared her to him. Then came the moment she realized she was a genius compared to all the other kids in school. Benjamin had told her that weekend, so what if they are mean? Everyone's mean! But that doesn't have to equate to blasting past the grades like her parents wanted to get out of the situation. He had told her to learn from it get stronger and that these years were her best opportunity to learn social skills. That leaving because she wasn't happy would cause her to be ostracized even more with being in a class with adults. Just like that, she decided to stay at the school with the rest. That same summer break he introduced her to his other friend Peter Parker.

It turns out he was also having the same issues that Gwen was, but unlike her parents, his guardians wanted him to stay so that he can have friends his age. With that, she also noticed that as goofy as he was, Benjamin was always responsible. Now she sat here in his arms as he told her about some lady with all white hair and blue eyes that was mad at him for not just going with the status quo. Yeah, that's her Ben alright, always the different one. Then he talked about some blue lady that was giving him sexy eyes of interest. A blue lady huh, Gwen wondered if she was like the elves of those Lord Of the Rings movies. She couldn't help, but wonder what it would be like to kiss them, to feel such supple lips on her own. Gwen wanted to know. She was positive Benjamin had an interest in both of the ladies. She noticed how his eyes did that slight upturn like when he looks at her or food, and he even had that goofy grin on his face. She knew she liked other women, but yet she was so nervous about sharing her big goofball. He was hers, And even if she wanted to add a girl to her life, she didn't know if she had it in her to share him. Then Gwen heard how Ben was trapped. On a table with someone trying to cut him open. Gwen's heart clenched. That was not what she was expecting her Benjamin to tell her. Ben's voice took on a somber tone as he revealed his actions of killing not only the guy cutting him open but also destroying the base in his evident anger of the situation. She sat there speechless at these revelations.

I felt so much better now that I finally told Gwen all that has happened to me. It was a strange thing how she always just listened to me even when I told her about some out of this world craziness. Here she was silent next to me trying to absorb all that had transpired. Gwen started by slowly turning to look at me; then she just hugged me. Talk about throwing me off my game for a bit! Gwen always was proper with everything. Instead of freaking out, she is trying to comfort me. Shit, why does she have to be so kind to me? With the barrier gone between us, I couldn't help but pick her up onto my lap and give her a massive hug back. Next thing I knew her lips found mine and I knew that everything was going to be alright. She didn't even have to tell me it was okay the look and kiss she gave me said it all. She smiled at me and shattered my world. "So tell me more about this blue elf lady your so smitten with and that other one called Storm," Gwen spoke while looking at me with her sly cat caught the canary grin. Okay, that threw me for a full loop and caused my brain to shut down.

"I. I. I told you she works for that helmet guy who calls himself Magneto." Was my reply until my mind was able to catch up to the situation. She completely ignored all that. "So when she was giving you the bedroom eyes, did you check her out also?" Gwen asked while moving around in my lap. That was a straight trap, and I should not answer it. Nope: I refuse to enter such an easy trap was all that was going through my mind. Yet, as Gwen slowly ground on my lap, I was betrayed by my body. All she did was look at me while my massive hard on just poked her. So I decided to give in and give her some answers. "I did take a look, but I can promise you that all hands were kept to myself Gwen" I spoke up resolutely while she did a slow back and forth on my lap. "Hmm, I wonder if you would like to see two Gwens kissing?" Gwen asked me with a tilt of her head while turning to press those voluptuous breasts of hers into me. This was all straight torture, but right then I finally couldn't take it anymore and rolled her over onto the couch to I could give her the ravishing she had called down upon herself.

CREEEK! That damn warehouse roof door popped open and out from it came Allen. All I could scream in my mind was shit, fuck, dam it why couldn't he have waited just a little longer! What a cock block! Gwen decided to huff at me then give me a saucy look; and that's when I'd had it. A super speed hickey was delivered before she had the chance to squirm away from our positions. Allen started with an "Oh shit kid, my bad didn't know you both were going to have some fun," he stated while making a u-turn back into the warehouse. "Dont worry about it," Gwen spoke up while trying to push me to the ground, but I was prepared for her little stunt. With some very impressive reflexes and speeds, I reposition us to where she was on top, and I looked like I was pinned down under her. That got a laugh out of her as she looked at the new positions. Gwen ground into my pelvis one last time then got up to face Allen asking him why he came up here. "You came up for the view, right?" Gwen asked while looking at Allen.

Today he wore his fading army jacket and old pants. I've never seen him wear any medals, but he always had stories when I came around to help some of the homeless. His past army experience is why I let him hold any of the cash I give to buy the others food. This man in front of me is as loyal as they come, and it always pains me to realize he is homeless. Well, he is a lot less homeless now that we took over this warehouse by the bay.

"We heard you guys through the roof window there" Allen spoke up while pointing to the open overhead hatch window behind us. "I figured since you kids were here, I might as well tell Ben. We collected all the car batteries we could scavenge for him," replied Allen. That perked me up from my position on the couch. "You guys got all fifty batteries?" I couldn't help but ask in my excitement. "Yeah, kid it's the least we could do. We also picked up some of the monitors and keyboards you asked for." Came Allen's calm reply. "What do you want that stuff for Ben?" Gwen asked me while I was grinning like a total loon in my excitement. "Gwen you're about to witness the birth of a supercomputer! Oh: and hopefully a fully functional AI." was my excited reply in since I was now riding a different high. "Wait a second there you big doofus. How in the blazes do you plan to build a supercomputer with junk and a functioning AI like you just stated? All you have is junk here in the warehouse." Gwen asked in confusion. Even Allen shared the same befuddled look on his face.

"Oh yeah, I asked Terry to keep an ear to the ground about Oscorp moving any specialty computer servers. When we go in and if he has an answer. That is positive. I plan to snatch to my heart's content. Your super speed boyfriend is going to build the craziest rig you can imagine." "You're telling me this is another one of your crazy plans," She asks, turning around to pin me where I stood. Yeah I know that look. It's the, you're a second from getting a pinched, look. "Gwen it's not going to explode not this time I promise." Was my immediate reply to Gwen's look. Yeah, I can heal super fast but her pinches hurt like shit. So I didn't want one even if I would heal right after. With that, she turned around and left for the workshop part of the warehouse.

"You got yourself a strong one there kid, don't let her go" Allen spoke up from his location by the door after witnessing Gwen and my little by play. "Yeah, she is spicy alright," I replied to the man with my face splitting into a smile. "And just so you know Terry did get the information on those computer parts you had an ear out for," Allen decided to tell me since Gwen was now out of earshot. When he told me that, I waited no longer and rushed into the workstation and Gwen. My workspace in the warehouse: it was so glorious it took my breath away! In one corner was all the car batteries I wanted and some more. In the middle were old computer parts and on the right was all the keyboards, mice, and monitors I would need. I know all this wouldn't be enough, though. I needed to get my hands on those Oscorp computer parts. I figured Norman would be up to shady shit, and since I had myself an in with the homeless population, they could easily be the feelers I needed out there to find the labs. I was not disappointed knowing that Terry had found Normans little hiding spots. Now I can get all kinds of lab equipment and computers for free with the information given to me by Terry. I had two of Norman Osborn's shady experimental bases to hit.

With a thought, I was off running, and boy was it such a liberating feeling for me. I didn't realize how stuffed up I felt all day. Now that I was running across the city, it felt like I had my release from all that pent up feeling. I was across the lower east side of Manhattan within an eyeblink. I had all the confidence in the world that no one was about to witness what I was about to do. Just imagining the look on Normans face tomorrow when he found out someone stole all his goodies: so priceless! If I had a million dollars I would pay it just for the picture of his slimy, greasy, pockmarked filled, surprised face. I quickly came upon the back side of the brown and grey building of which Terry spoke. I couldn't help but take a look around. The building was located in a part of town where no one asked questions, period. Everyone saw everything and nothing all at once. With my first lap around the block, I hadn't noticed anything strange but on my second pass I noticed all the hard powerlines for massive power draw. This situation was a clear sign I was in the right place. With this in mind, I ran up the building side when I spotted an open window. This maneuver was going to be one move in skill and ability that could have gone down in the history books. Running up the building, I did a sliding twist feet first maneuver into the building. I was going so fast I almost clipped my shin on the window sill. The guy at the window never even saw me coming. While working my way through the room, I caught a glimpse of what I needed — one supermassive server rack filled to the brim with all the latest goodies.

I had to be careful. Norman was smart, crazy smart, so I had to check to GPS triggers and the like. Before I could even start my new hobby as a professional thief, I notice my reflection. I laughed as I came to the realization I hadforgotten my damn tools. I ran out here with no screwdrivers, nothing. Not even a mask to cover my face. Fuck! I jumped the gun again. Hell, I could have made my speed force constructs to include myself! These realizations caused my frustration levels to rise, but I had to push all that aside as I ran down to the maintenance rooms to take some tools so I could get my hands on all Norman's goodies. That pulled me up short, oh gosh, no, not his goodies! I just wanted his tech for my own so that I can build badass shit for my immediate plans.

When I found the mainenance room, I busted through the door like I was the kool-aid man. Oh yeah! What I found was wall to wall tools. I was so happy my face split open into one massive grin because now I could get to the jog of liberating all the loot. I started by grabbing the nearest bag then stuffing it with ratchet sets, a pair of bolt cutters and a matching set of Flathead and Phillips head screwdrivers. Making a u-turn up the walls, I ran along with the ceiling then across the walls and back down onto the ground heading to the first floor. I might as well start somewhere.