Marvelous Rebirth:Wish of A Hero

Scene One: Analyzing the Unstable

The steady beep of the medical bed filled the otherwise silent lab. Flash lay motionless, his body still faintly glowing as Marshall hovered over the console, his fingers moving with precision across the holographic interface. The custom-built medical bed, a joint project between him, Peter, and Gwen, scanned Flash's vitals, projecting streams of data onto the surrounding monitors.

Peter paced anxiously nearby, his hands running through his hair. "Alright, Marshall, level with me. What exactly did Flash drink? And don't give me the 'prototype' line—I know you."

Marshall exhaled slowly, leaning back against the workstation. His gaze flickered between Flash and the monitors. "It's Compound V," he said finally, his voice calm but laced with regret.

Peter froze mid-step. "Compound V? As in… the thing you said you perfected but swore would never see the light of day? That Compound V?"

"Yeah," Marshall admitted, turning his attention back to the screen. "The same one."

Gwen set her tablet down and crossed her arms. "Marshall, what the hell were you thinking keeping something like that in the lab? This stuff isn't just some energy drink—it's literally a superhuman cocktail."

"I know what it is," Marshall snapped, his eyes narrowing. "That's why I locked it away. It wasn't meant for him—or anyone, for that matter. Flash had no business going through my stuff."

"Doesn't matter now," Peter cut in. "He drank it, and we have to deal with the fallout. So tell me—what's it doing to him?"

Marshall adjusted the scanner's settings, zooming in on Flash's internal systems. The holographic display showed a glowing network of altered veins and organs, his cells regenerating faster than the bed could track. "Compound V is rewriting his cellular structure, enhancing his physical abilities, and accelerating his metabolism. But it's not stable. His vitals are all over the place—heart rate, blood pressure, everything."

Gwen frowned, leaning over to inspect the data. "You're saying his body might not handle it?"

"Exactly," Marshall said. "Flash wasn't prepared for this. I designed Compound V to work only under strict conditions—controlled dosages, specific genetic markers. He just chugged it like a soda, and now his body's trying to compensate. If it doesn't stabilize soon..." He trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

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Scene Two: Flash Awakens

Before anyone could respond, Flash groaned, his eyes fluttering open. The faint blue glow in his veins pulsed brighter as he tried to sit up.

"Easy," Marshall said, stepping forward. "You need to stay still. Your body's still adjusting."

Flash blinked, his glowing eyes narrowing as he looked around. "What... what happened? I feel... weird. Strong, but... weird."

"You drank something you shouldn't have," Peter said, standing beside the medical bed. "Marshall's trying to make sure it doesn't kill you."

Flash smirked, though it lacked his usual bravado. "Kill me? Are you kidding? I feel amazing. Like... like I could take on the world."

Marshall's voice was sharp. "That's the Compound V talking. It's pumping your system full of energy and adrenaline, but it's not stable. If you push too hard, your body could shut down—or worse."

Flash's smirk faltered. "Worse?"

"Yeah," Marshall said bluntly. "You could die."

Flash stared at him, the glow in his eyes dimming slightly. "Okay, so... fix it. You're the genius here, right? Make it work."

"It's not that simple," Marshall said, typing furiously on the console. "I need more time to stabilize your vitals and figure out how to counteract the instability. Until then, you need to stay calm and avoid any sudden movements—or emotional outbursts."

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Scene Three: Unspoken Tensions

As Flash settled back into the medical bed, Gwen turned to Marshall, her voice low. "So... what now? Do we just hope he doesn't blow up?"

Marshall glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "I'll figure it out. I always do."

Peter stepped closer, his tone quieter but more pointed. "Why didn't you tell us about Compound V, Marshall? If it's this dangerous, we could've helped you figure out a safer way to store—or destroy—it."

Marshall's jaw tightened. "Because I didn't think I'd need to. It was supposed to be locked away, out of reach. I didn't expect someone to just take it."

Peter shook his head. "Secrets like this have a way of blowing up in your face. Literally, in this case."

"Yeah, well, hindsight's twenty-twenty," Marshall shot back. "Right now, I'm focused on fixing this mess. You can lecture me later."

Gwen sighed, stepping between them. "Guys, enough. Flash needs our help, not more arguing. Let's focus on stabilizing him before we start pointing fingers."

Marshall nodded, his fingers never stopping on the console. "Fine. But make no mistake—this isn't over. If Flash survives this, we're going to have a long talk about keeping this lab secure."

Peter crossed his arms but said nothing. The room fell into a tense silence, broken only by the soft hum of the medical bed and the rhythmic beeping of Flash's vitals.

End of Part One

Part 2: The Powers Within

The medical bed beeped steadily as Marshall scanned Flash's vitals. The Omnitrix sat inactive on his wrist, replaced by the lab's advanced diagnostic tools. Flash's body lay still, though the faint blue glow of his veins pulsed like a heartbeat, a testament to the power coursing through him.

"Vitals are off the charts," Marshall muttered, watching the holographic display above the bed. "Heart rate: 300 bpm. Blood pressure: spiking. Energy output… this is insane."

Peter, standing beside him, peered at the data. "Is this normal for Compound V? I mean, it gave him strength, sure, but this?"

"No," Marshall replied, his voice tight. "This isn't just strength. This is something else entirely."

He manipulated the holographic controls, shifting to a deeper scan of Flash's physiology. The display revealed hyper-dense muscle fibers, a reinforced skeletal structure, and a glowing energy signature concentrated in his chest and eyes.

Marshall's breath hitched as he studied the data. "This... this isn't just human enhancement. It's mimicking Kryptonian biology."

Peter glanced at him, confused. "Kryptonian? Like Superman?"

Marshall didn't respond. His mind raced, recalling his knowledge from his previous world. The enhanced strength, speed, and durability weren't random—they were deliberate. This is exactly like Superboy.

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Scene Two: An Unexpected Awakening

Before Marshall could say more, the medical bed's hum shifted. Flash stirred, his glowing eyes snapping open.

"Flash, stay calm," Marshall said quickly, holding up his hands.

Flash groaned, his body trembling. "I feel… weird. Like I'm burning up inside."

"Your body's adapting to the Compound V," Marshall explained. "But you need to stay still while I figure this out."

Flash sat up, ignoring Marshall's warning. "I can't stay still! It's like there's this… energy inside me, and I don't know what to do with it!"

His hands clenched, his muscles tensing as the faint glow in his veins intensified. Suddenly, his eyes flashed bright blue, and a searing beam of energy shot from them, slicing through a nearby console.

"What the hell?!" Flash shouted, clutching his head.

Peter and Gwen dove for cover as sparks rained down from the destroyed equipment.

"Flash!" Marshall barked, stepping forward. "You need to focus. Don't let the energy control you!"

"I didn't mean to do that!" Flash shouted, panic in his voice. He looked at his hands, his breathing ragged. "What's happening to me?"

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Scene Three: The Powers Unleashed

Flash stumbled off the bed, his enhanced strength unintentionally shoving it across the lab. He turned to Marshall, his glowing eyes wide with fear. "I can't stop it, man. It's like… it's taking over."

Marshall quickly analyzed the situation, his mind working at lightning speed. "Your body's been rewritten on a cellular level. You're not just enhanced—you've got powers now. Strength, speed, durability… and energy projection. But your mind isn't ready to handle it."

Flash backed into a table, accidentally crushing it with his hand. "I don't want this! Make it stop!"

"I can't just shut it off," Marshall said. "But I can help you learn to control it. You need to trust me."

Before Flash could respond, his glowing veins flared again. He doubled over, groaning in pain, as another burst of energy erupted from his eyes. This time, the beam struck the ceiling, sending chunks of debris crashing to the floor.

"Get down!" Peter yelled, pulling Gwen out of the way.

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Scene Four: Gax Steps In

Marshall narrowed his eyes. He's losing it. If I don't intervene now, he could level this whole lab—or worse.

He activated the Omnitrix, scrolling quickly through the interface. "Flash, I'm sorry," he said, his voice low. "But I have to stop you before you hurt someone—or yourself."

Slamming the Omnitrix dial down, a flash of green light enveloped him. When it faded, Gax stood in his place, towering and imposing.

Flash looked up at Gax, his glowing eyes filled with a mix of fear and anger. "You think I'm just gonna let you stop me?"

"I don't want to hurt you, Flash," Gax rumbled, his deep voice echoing through the lab. "But you're not in control. And until you are, I have to contain you."

Flash charged, his movements fast and uncoordinated, driven by raw emotion. Gax braced himself, catching Flash mid-charge and holding him in place.

"Calm down, Flash!" Gax growled, his claws gripping Flash's shoulders.

"Get off me!" Flash yelled, his strength surging as he broke free from Gax's grip. With a powerful swing, he sent Gax skidding across the lab.

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Scene Five: Containment

Gax rose quickly, shaking off the impact. "Alright, you want to do this the hard way? Fine."

He lunged forward, his massive claws swiping at Flash with precision. Flash dodged, but his lack of experience showed. He swung wildly, his punches missing their mark as Gax sidestepped and countered.

Finally, Gax managed to pin Flash against the wall, his claws digging into the reinforced structure to keep him in place.

"Listen to me, Flash!" Gax said, his red eyes locking onto Flash's glowing blue ones. "You're stronger than this. You're letting the power control you, but you can fight it."

Flash struggled, his glowing veins flickering erratically. "I… I can't," he muttered, tears streaming down his face. "It's too much. I'm not strong enough."

"You are," Gax said firmly. "But you have to trust me. Let me help you."

Flash's struggles slowed, and the glow in his veins began to dim. Finally, his body went limp, his breathing steadying as he passed out.

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Scene Six: Reflection

Marshall reverted to his human form, crouching beside Flash. He checked his pulse, relieved to find it steady.

Peter and Gwen approached cautiously, their faces pale.

"Is he okay?" Gwen asked.

"For now," Marshall said, his voice heavy. "But this isn't over. Flash doesn't just have powers—he's a living weapon. If we don't figure out how to stabilize him, this could happen again."

Peter nodded grimly. "And next time, it might not end so well."

Marshall looked at Flash, his mind still racing. Superboy… that's exactly what he's become. But Flash doesn't have the training—or the discipline—to control it. If we can't help him, he's going to tear himself apart.

As the lab settled into uneasy silence, Marshall stood, determination hardening his features. "We'll figure this out. We have to."

End of Part 2

Part 3: The Genius Within

Marshall stood hunched over the console, his eyes scanning the chaotic data before him. Flash's vitals flickered wildly, energy levels surging and subsiding in unpredictable waves. The Compound V was wreaking havoc on his body, transforming him into a living bomb. Marshall rubbed his temples, trying to think of a way to stabilize the energy before it escalated beyond their control.

"This doesn't make sense," he muttered under his breath. "His body's acting like an unstable reactor, but with nowhere for the energy to go. He's a ticking time bomb..."

Peter hovered nearby, looking at the readouts. "We need to find a way to siphon off this excess energy. If it keeps building, he could burn out. Or worse."

Billy joined in, his tone serious. "We've been trying to work out a way to release the energy safely, but nothing's clicked yet."

Marshall was quiet for a moment, deep in thought. He had the knowledge, the data, but something was missing. His frustration was growing. He couldn't afford to let this situation get worse. The last thing this world needed was another "Homelander" situation—someone with unrestrained power, someone too dangerous to control. He thought back to the world he'd come from—the consequences of unchecked power were always the same. The world of Marvel had too many examples, and he didn't want to add one more to the list.

But he couldn't tell the others that. Not yet. They wouldn't understand the weight of the comparison.

As he stared at the data, Marshall realized what he needed: a fresh perspective, a sharper edge. He needed to amplify his intelligence. He needed to think beyond human limitations.

"Alright," Marshall muttered to himself. "It's time to push the limits."

Without another word, he turned his wrist and dialed the Omnitrix. The green light flashed, enveloping him in a bright glow, and when it faded, Marshall was no longer himself. He stood, now as Gray Matter, his small, diminutive form perched confidently on the workbench.

Peter blinked, eyes widening. "Whoa, didn't see that coming."

Billy gave a small smirk. "Well, I guess we're going full genius mode now."

Gray Matter's oversized eyes scanned the screens with laser focus. "Much better," he said, his voice sharp and fast. He jumped across the console, his tiny hands flying over the controls with astounding speed. "We need to create a chamber—something that will siphon off Flash's energy in controlled bursts."

Peter furrowed his brow. "But how do you contain that much power?"

Gray Matter's eyes narrowed. "By creating a system that doesn't just drain the energy, but regulates it—balances it. If we can build a chamber that isolates the excess energy and redirects it safely, we can stabilize his condition."

Billy raised an eyebrow. "Isn't that asking a lot? Flash's energy surges are unpredictable. One wrong move and the whole thing could blow."

Gray Matter didn't hesitate. "I know what I'm doing." He leapt to the nearby workbench, pulling out components from different prototypes. "We'll need a containment field that fluctuates with his energy—something dynamic. We also need an absorption system with enough capacity to handle his power without shorting out."

Marshall, in his Gray Matter form, moved with precision. His mind was firing on all cylinders, faster than ever. The challenge was difficult, but not impossible. Every piece of equipment he had worked on with Peter, Billy, and the rest of the Nexus team came together. The adjustments were minor but critical, adding layers of adaptability to their design.

Peter, still processing the sudden transformation, stepped forward. "Okay, I'll help with the energy absorbers. Let me map the flow patterns from Flash's system and integrate them into the chamber design."

Billy quickly began recalibrating the energy regulators they had previously designed, tweaking them to match Gray Matter's new vision. "We'll need to make sure the chamber can handle rapid changes in energy output," he said, his voice focused. "One spike and it could overload."

Gray Matter nodded. "Exactly. The chamber has to be adaptive—able to regulate the bursts, not just absorb them."

Scene Two: Building the Solution

The lab buzzed with activity as the trio of geniuses worked in tandem, assembling the components for Flash's containment chamber. Billy and Peter were doing their best to keep up with Gray Matter's rapid instructions, adjusting settings, wiring energy regulators, and tweaking the design as it took shape. Flash remained unconscious, his body still humming with volatile energy.

Gray Matter scurried across the workbench, his small hands almost blurring as he added the final touches to the containment pod. "This should work," he said confidently, adjusting the last piece of the circuit. "Once we place him in, the chamber will draw out the excess energy and redistribute it, helping his body normalize."

Billy wiped sweat from his brow. "You sure about this? I mean, that's a lot of power we're talking about. Flash's not exactly a battery."

Gray Matter gave him a look of quiet determination. "I've designed it with a fail-safe system. If anything goes wrong, it'll disengage and force the energy into a controlled discharge. He'll be fine."

Peter glanced at Flash, his expression uncertain. "And what about the Compound V in his system? Can we stop it from making him go... haywire again?"

Gray Matter paused, his tiny brain working at overdrive. "That's the problem. The Compound V's effects are almost irreversible. But this will stabilize the energy enough that we can figure out how to reverse the rest of the side effects."

Billy, Peter, and Gray Matter stood together as they completed the final adjustments. The chamber was sleek and high-tech, with energy conduits running through it and an interface that displayed Flash's vitals in real-time.

Gray Matter stepped back, taking in their work. "It's ready. Let's hope it works."

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Scene Three: The Chamber in Action

With the chamber activated, the team carefully moved Flash's unconscious form into the containment pod. The machine hummed to life, energy field surrounding Flash as it began to draw out the excess power in controlled bursts. His body began to settle, the glow in his veins dimming as the energy regulation system took hold.

Gray Matter adjusted the final settings from the console. "It's working," he murmured. "Now we wait."

As the energy began to stabilize, Flash's body relaxed, and his vitals returned to a more manageable level. Billy exhaled in relief. "It looks like the worst is over. For now."

Peter let out a small, shaky breath. "Thanks, Marshall... or should I say, Gray Matter? That was amazing."

Gray Matter grinned, even if it was a little awkward in his tiny form. "It's just science, Parker. It's what I do."

Billy looked at the containment pod, his voice quieter. "But what happens when he wakes up? What's next for Flash?"

Marshall, back in his human form now, watched Flash intently. "We'll deal with that when the time comes. But for now, the priority is making sure this doesn't happen again." He paused, his expression turning serious. "No more unchecked power. Not like this."

And as Flash's energy finally began to stabilize, Marshall couldn't help but think again about the dangers of unchecked power—about what could happen if something went wrong.