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– THIRD OBJECTIVE-/ 600 P.S
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Tony looked around the scorched compound, smoke and flames rising from wrecked buildings and overturned vehicles. The silence now was eerie—only broken by distant groans of the defeated and the crackle of fire.
He glanced at Nova, who had been a roaring tiger-man just minutes ago, now standing there as a teenage human with a smug look. Tony narrowed his eyes, half-curious, half-weary.
"So… tiger boy," Tony said dryly, "did you take out every terrorist here, or are we going to get surprised by some guy hiding behind a barrel with an RPG?"
Nova blinked, coming out of his thoughts—thoughts which had nothing to do with the battlefield. He'd been daydreaming about hiring a stunningly seductive secretary and finding creative ways to use his powers to oppress her in the workplace. Definitely not hero thoughts.
He cleared his throat and nodded with a sly smirk. "Indeed. Every single terrorist here has at least one—or more likely three—broken bones. Some have twisted spines, some have shattered ribs. A few may even need therapy. You're free to walk around."
Tony raised an eyebrow, looking around at the chaos and the groaning bodies scattered like ragdolls. "Well… that's efficient."
Then he leaned closer to Yinsen and whispered something in his ear.
Yinsen's expression didn't change, but he nodded subtly. Quietly, he walked over to a nearby weapon rack, grabbed a rifle, and began heading toward the cave they'd been held in.
Harry, Peter, and Ned exchanged puzzled glances. Peter tilted his head. "Uhh… should we stop him or…?"
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Nah."
Nova silently watched the scene unfold, his expression unreadable. He's good… Nova thought. Even in the middle of chaos, Stark's brain is constantly working. In just a few minutes, he's figured out half our mutations, fished for motive, and now, most likely, just told Yinsen to retrieve his designs for the Mark I armor.
Nova smirked faintly. He's already planning for what comes next.
Tony turned back around, hands on his hips, expression sharp. "So—when and how are we leaving this charming little hellhole?"
Nova crossed his arms and replied, "You don't need to worry. Miss Potts got in touch with your friend, Colonel Rhodes. He'll be arriving shortly."
Tony gave a low whistle. "Pepper, huh? That woman surprises me every day. So efficient."
Then he glanced back at Nova and the others. "And what about you all? You leaving with me or just vanishing like superhero ghosts?"
Nova shook his head. "Nah. If we go public with this, it'll cause too many problems. Paperwork. Media. Mutant registry nonsense. Plus, we prefer staying off the radar."
Tony clicked his tongue. "Right. And here I was hoping I could introduce my new mutant rescue squad to the press."
Peter chuckled. "You'd name us something flashy, wouldn't you?"
Tony grinned. "Oh, absolutely. Maybe 'The Puberty Patrol.'"
Ned immediately groaned. "Nope. I'd rather stay uncredited."
Harry just smirked.
Tony looked at Nova again, his expression thoughtful. "You know, that tiger form of yours… I've seen a lot of things. But that one? That was new."
Nova shrugged. "Let's just say I'm full of surprises."
Suddenly, Harry, Peter, and Ned all snapped their heads to the right, alert and focused.
Their posture shifted subtly—loose muscles now tense, casual energy now alert. Something was coming.
Tony blinked. "What the hell…?"
Nova followed their gaze, eyes narrowing briefly before turning to Stark. "It seems your friend has arrived."
Tony raised an eyebrow. "Friend?"
Nova smirked. "Colonel James Rhodes. He's almost here."
Tony's expression shifted to faint surprise, then amusement. Enhanced senses too, huh…? That explains why they could move so well mid-air. He crossed his arms and mused silently, So—healing factor, super strength, and advanced sensory input. These kids are walking bio-weapons. Pepper really knows how to pick 'em.
Harry turned slightly. "We'll meet you at your house later, Mr. Stark."
Tony gave a small nod, expression unreadable. "Looking forward to it. Might even bake cookies."
There was a beat of silence.
Then Nova reached into his jacket and pulled out a golden coin, etched with runes and a faint shimmer under the desert sun.
Tony stared at it flatly. "…Seriously? A Galleon? What is this, Hogwarts?"
Nova just grinned. "Don't knock it till you try it."
Peter laughed. "It works. Don't ask how."
Ned, holding his own coin, added, "Magic-adjacent tech. Or tech-adjacent magic. We don't really know. Nova just told us to trust it."
Tony shook his head, muttering, "Teenagers…" under his breath.
Then, with a final nod, all four raised their coins.
In an instant—fwashhh!—a rush of golden light surrounded them, bending reality with a subtle hum. A shimmer distorted the air around their bodies—and they vanished.
Gone. Like ghosts in the wind.
Yinsen stared at the spot they once stood, lips slightly parted. "What… just happened?"
Tony's gaze remained locked on the empty space for a long moment. "That's the question of the century, Yinsen."
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After a short discussion with Harry, Peter, and Ned—quiet nods exchanged, quick plans reviewed—Nova finally returned home. The moment his boots touched down in his room, the weight of the desert vanished like sand slipping through his fingers.
He didn't hesitate. He headed straight for the bathroom.
Hot water thundered down on him a minute later, steam curling through the air as he stood under the stream. The scent of heat and smoke, of blood and sand, washed off his skin and spiraled down the drain. It wasn't just dirt he was scrubbing off—it was the adrenaline of Rath's rampage, the intensity of battle, the sensation of being something more than human.
Once clean, he stepped out into his bedroom, towel slung lazily over his shoulder. The Omnitrix, back on his wrist, flickered softly to life. He casually turned the dial, more out of habit than intent—until he saw it.
The hologram hovered above the device—Rath.
A deep, satisfied grin tugged at Nova's lips. "Look at you, you magnificent psycho."
He dropped back onto the bed, staring at the image. The fight replayed in his mind—tearing through the Ten Rings, flipping tanks, shattering walls with nothing but claws and fury. Rath had been perfect. Unpredictable. Explosive. Cathartic.
He shook his head, chuckling to himself. "I was an idiot for not using the Wildcard slot earlier. By using wildcard slot, he could have unlocked more aleins earlier."
He tapped the dial again, flipping through the feature.
Suddenly—
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP!
The Omnitrix let out a sharp alert. Nova sat up instantly, towel forgotten. The screen glitched for half a second before flashing—
[DING! IT IS DETECTED THAT HOST'S DNA IS NOW COMPATIBLE WITH OMNITRIX AND WON'T CAUSE ANY RESISTANCE]
[DING! ACTIVATING PRIMARY TEN ALIENS]
[ DING ALIENS UNLOCKED:
1. HEATBLAST – PYRONITE
2. WILDMUTT – VULPIMANCER
3. DIAMONDHEAD – PETROSAPIEN
4. XLR8 – KINECELERAN
5. GHOSTFREAK – ECTONURITE
6. UPGRADE – GALVANIC MECHAMORPH
7. STINKFLY – LEPIDOPTERRAN
8. RIPJAWS – PISCCISS VOLANN
9. JETRAY – AEROPHIBIAN
10. ECHO ECHO – SONOROSIAN
11. GREY MATTER – GALVAN
12. FOUR ARMS – TETRAMAND
13. ANODITE – ANODITE
14. BRAINSTORM –CEREBROCRUSTACEAN
15. GRAVATTACK – GRAVATON
16.FEEDBACK – CONDUITAE
17. RATH – APPULEXIAN
[ DING WILD CARD SLOT HAVE BEEN ADJUSTED, ALIEN APPEARED IN WILDCARD SLOT WILL ONLY BE ONE TIME USE. TO PERMANENTLY UNLOCK THEM, EITHER YOU HAVE TO WAIT FOR THEM TO UNLOCK NATURALLY OR YOU CAN SCAN DNA'S OF SPEICIES THAT HAVE SIMIALR ABILITES]
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Nova stared at the Omnitrix display, watching the names scroll past in bright, steady green—alien after alien, species after species, each one more legendary than the last.
His lips slowly curled into a grin.
"Damn…"
He sat back, eyes wide with wonder, letting the list burn itself into his memory. Heatblast. XLR8. Ghostfreak. Diamondhead. Echo Echo. These weren't just powerful—these were iconic. And now? They were his.
"All these aliens… finally mine."
It was like unearthing treasure buried beneath his skin. Like every wild story he'd read, every insane alien form he'd admired… had been waiting for the moment his body caught up.
He chuckled to himself, tapping the Omnitrix lightly. "This is a whole different league now."
He could feel it—the quiet hum of energy beneath the surface. The connection wasn't just memories anymore. These aliens were part of him now. Ready to respond, to fight, to become.
"And I haven't even touched the surface…"
His eyes gleamed as he imagined it. Tearing through the air as Jetray. Melting through steel as Heatblast. Phasing through walls, duplicating himself, moving at impossible speed.
Looking at Brainstorm and Gravattack Nova smiled. So the aliens used in during trade will also be unlocked huh. Cool!
But reading last notification, Nova's grin faded a little. He stared at the message and muttered, "Well… shit."
His jaw clenched slightly.
"…You've got to be kidding me."
The realization crept in like a slow chill down his spine. He sat up, turning the dial slowly, cycling through the newly unlocked forms—Heatblast, XLR8, Diamondhead, Echo Echo, Ghostfreak, and more. They were incredible, yes. But what really got to him wasn't what he had now.
It was what he could have had.
Nova's gaze was distant, haunted by the brief flashes of wild, untamed power he'd accessed before—alien forms that shimmered with potential, creatures that defied physics, things that felt ancient and godlike. He hadn't even taken them seriously at the time. Hadn't even tried to remember the details.
"I used Wildcard like it was just a toy," he muttered. "Didn't know I was playing with the key to the vault."
He ran a hand down his face and gave a bitter laugh.
"I could've had Chromastone already. Or Big Chill. Or maybe even Way Big. Hell, Alien X…"
He didn't need to finish the sentence. The loss was loud enough in his silence.
"I wasted the best shortcut in Omnitrix history without even realizing it."
The glowing dial continued its slow rotation, casting soft green light over his frustrated expression. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring down at the watch like it had betrayed him—when deep down, he knew it was his own damn fault.
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