The Xavier Institute basked in a rare moment of quiet. Sunlight slanted through tall windows, catching motes of dust drifting lazily in the air. In the common room, Peter Parker sprawled across a worn leather couch, hair still damp from the morning's brutal sparring session. His eyes were glued to the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.
A serious-looking news anchor filled the screen, voice crisp and urgent:
"Breaking news: Billionaire industrialist Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries, has now been missing for over two weeks. Stark was last seen departing on a weapons demonstration in Afghanistan. Military sources report his convoy was attacked, and he is presumed captured or killed. Search efforts continue—"
The words echoed in Peter's ears like a gunshot. He bolted upright, eyes wide behind his tousled bangs. "No… no, no, no!" he blurted. "Mr. Stark can't be missing! He's—he's Mr. Stark! The Tony Stark! He's supposed to invent new technology and forwarding the future of the world, not getting kidnapped or killed in Afghanistan!"
His words tumbled over each other, panic rising in his chest. The TV's images shifted to shots of Stark Industries towers and archival footage of Tony at press conferences, but Peter barely registered them.
"Dude, breathe," Bobby called from the doorway, arms crossed. He wore a black training tee still damp with sweat. His golden eyes glinted with a mix of worry and amusement. "I know you're obsessed with Stark, but you're acting like your puppy just got hit by a car."
Cassie appeared beside him, pulling her dark hair into a tight ponytail. She cracked a wry smile. "Seriously, Peter. He's a billionaire genius. He'll figure it out—he probably built a tank out of spare parts already."
Peter hesitated, chest heaving as he sucked in a deep breath. "You… you really think so?" he asked, voice almost small.
Bobby stepped forward and clapped a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Yeah. The guy's a legend. If anyone can come back from this, it's Tony Stark."
Cassie elbowed Peter lightly. "Plus, we're kinda busy trying not to die in training. You really want to fly to Afghanistan and look for him yourself?"
Peter let out a shaky laugh despite himself. "Okay… okay, yeah, you're right," he muttered, cheeks flushed. He dropped back onto the couch, though his eyes lingered on the Stark Industries logo flashing across the screen.
In the background, the news continued with speculation about boardroom struggles at Stark Industries and possible Pentagon involvement—but the moment was broken when the Institute's intercom crackled to life.
The intercom buzzed with Professor Xavier's calm voice:
"Bobby, Cassie, Peter—report to the medbay immediately."
They exchanged puzzled glances before jogging down the Institute's quiet halls. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic as they reached the medbay, where Beast and Sage stood beside Adrian's bed. Monitors beeped steadily, but something had changed—the steady line of Adrian's vitals was spiking.
Beast adjusted his glasses, blue-furred fingers flying over the touchscreen monitor. "His neural activity is off the charts," he muttered. "Adrian's brainwaves are accelerating rapidly… he's regaining consciousness."
Sage, standing on the opposite side of the bed, watched intently. A week ago, she'd stayed behind with the Vanguard when they returned to the mansion—partly to tend to Adrian's wounds, partly because she had nowhere else to go. Her once-hesitant steps around the Institute had grown confident as she trained alongside them, learning to apply her healing power and picking up medical knowledge from Beast.
She pressed a hand gently against Adrian's bandaged chest, a soft golden glow emanating from her palm as she helped stabilize his ragged breathing. "He's fighting," she said softly, sweat beading on her brow. "But he's… angry."
Adrian's brow twitched, eyes darting beneath closed lids. His heartbeat thundered on the monitor. The door burst open as Cyclops, Storm, Wolverine, Nightcrawler, and Professor Xavier entered, their faces grim with anticipation.
Professor Xavier rolled to the bedside, his gaze steady and voice calm. "Adrian… you're safe. It's time to wake up."
With a sharp gasp, Adrian's eyes flew open—bright, electric red irises burning with intensity. He lurched upright, but Beast and Wolverine held him steady. His gaze swept across the room wildly before settling on Xavier.
"You… you're real right," Adrian rasped, voice raw. His expression twisted with frustration as he slammed a fist weakly against the mattress. "That Bastard… that damn Bastard …"
Xavier's brows furrowed with concern. "What did you see, Adrian?"
Adrian's eyes flashed with annoyance and rage, but he looked away sharply. "It was just a shitty dream," he growled. "One I'd rather forget."
Everyone in the medbay exchanged uneasy glances as Adrian's ragged breathing filled the room. His eyes burned with fury, but when Xavier gently repeated, "Adrian, what happened?" he shook his head sharply.
"It's nothing important," Adrian spat, jaw clenched. His eyes darted away from their worried faces—Peter's trembling concern, Bobby's tense stance, Cassie's anxious frown, Sage annoy worry's, and the X-Men Stand back and look with silent worry. He took a shaky breath as his mind was pulled unwillingly into the vivid memory of the place he'd been trapped.
In the kaleidoscopic void of Fyber's dimension, reality fractured and stitched itself back together with every heartbeat. Prismatic threads twisted through endless darkness, warping time into nonsensical loops. Adrian floated helplessly, his limbs splayed like a puppet on tangled strings. A cacophony of laughter and whispers drifted from all directions.
From the swirling fog, Fyber appeared seated atop a throne of floating television screens, each playing scenes from Adrian's life at random speeds. His mismatched eyes gleamed with cosmic mischief as he slurped from a soda can labeled "Plot Device."
"You're awake! Again! Or maybe you never slept!" Fyber cackled, the sound echoing both forward and backward. He leaned forward until his face filled Adrian's vision, impossibly large and shifting with every blink. "You saved the boy. Elio, yes? Such a precious little mess of atoms. I'm proud. Sort of."
Adrian gritted his teeth. "Just tell me what the hell you dragged me here for."
Fyber's grin widened until it nearly split his face. "Your reward, silly. Heroes get prizes. But I'm feeling spicy—so you won't know what it is until you need it. Could be strength. Could be a shiny coin. Could be explosive diarrhea. Who knows?"
"I swear, if you keep screwing with me—!" Adrian lunged, but his body flailed uselessly through the shifting air, the fabric of space itself warping around his outstretched hand.
Fyber dissolved into static, reappearing behind him. "Ooo, feisty! Love it. But remember—power has rules, even in my sandbox. You can't just take without cost. There are limits. Risks. Surprises. That's what makes life… interesting."
The colors around them pulsed violently as the dimension's physics bent into loops. Gravity shifted sideways, dragging Adrian across the void until he slammed into a floor that hadn't existed a second ago. He scrambled upright, fists clenched, eyes blazing with frustration.
"Stop messing with me!" he roared. "Tell me what I'm supposed to do!"
Fyber's laughter grew louder, warping until it sounded like a chorus of squeaky toys. "Do? Nothing yet. Live. Grow. Face what's coming. And maybe, just maybe, when the time's right… your mystery gift will change everything."
Adrian's shout of pure rage echoed through the dimension, the word "FYBER YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" fracturing into infinite shards as darkness swelled around him, pulling him violently back to consciousness.
Adrian clenched his knuckles in anger remembering what just happened.
A few days after Adrian woke, the forest clearing outside the Xavier Institute buzzed with electric anticipation. Mist curled between ancient oaks as sunlight speared through shifting leaves. The air trembled with the collective energy of the Vanguard and their X-Men mentors.
Adrian stood at the center of the clearing, clad in reinforced training gear, his eyes sharp but still ringed with fatigue. Wolverine loomed nearby, arms crossed, a half-grin cutting across his face. "You're awake. Now show us you're not just alive—show us you're ready."
Adrian inhaled deeply. Muscles tensed. Then he moved.
With a roar, One For All's raw power surged through his body—cracks spiderwebbed through the ground beneath his feet as he blurred forward using 35%, movement faster than the eye could track.
He skidded to a stop, shadows whipping around him as Black whip lashed from his arms like crackling, inky lightning. Tendrils snapped branches and coiled around boulders, pulling him across the clearing like a living grappling hook.
A sudden cloud of Smokescreen erupted from his chest, thick and suffocating. But this wasn't the same harmless fog from the original—his evolved smoke carried a subtle psychic effect, clouding the minds of anyone caught inside, making thoughts sluggish and reflexes slow.
Adrian burst from the haze, boots barely skimming the earth as he Floated, weightless and eerily controlled. He flipped in midair, body shimmering—and vanished entirely into the ground. He Phased with Permeation, slipping through a massive tree trunk and reappearing behind Wolverine, who grunted in surprise.
Landing in a crouch, Adrian swept an arm out. A yawning Warp Gate tore open midair, a swirling portal of darkness. He dashed through it, reemerging from another rift high above the clearing, then diving with meteoric speed. His body shimmered again as he Hardened, skin darkening to an almost metallic sheen—This is no longer the original quirk, but one infused with the unbreakable properties of Vibranium, a gift from his near-death struggle escaping from the prison.
When his fist struck a reinforced practice dummy, it exploded into splinters.
Above the field, the Vanguard watched with wide eyes. Peter smile and dashed between trees, his movements faster and sharper than ever, chaining acrobatic leaps with brutal punches that left bark shattered. Cassie emerged from shadows like a wraith, her strikes honed and confident, even in the patchy daylight. Bobby flashed short-range warps with his now partial control over his Spatial Manipulation, his cuts more precise and deadly, yellow eyes burning with determination. Elio stood at the treeline, aura pulsing in controlled waves rather than wild eruptions, each flare measured as he exhaled steady breaths. Sage touch a tree and it start growing with golden light and change and grow beautifully with flowers of many color's.
Storm, Wolverine, and Cyclops stood back, nodding as the Vanguard moved in fluid formation. Xavier watched silently, satisfaction softening his usually somber gaze.
Adrian landed beside his team, chest heaving, eyes blazing with fierce pride. They turned to him, sweat-streaked but smiling. The forest rang with the echo of their unified resolve.
Together, they stood—not just survivors, but a team reborn.
Hey this is the author of this fanfic story I will try to keep this short I don't like to break the flow of the story by putting my thoughts in this chapter.
Firstly I have to say thank you for all of you guys support just reading my story really helps my day But I have to say sadly I need to take a break from making chapters.
If you don't know every chapter I make I make in the same day or just one day of prep to make the chapter it was really easy at the start because I have so many ideas but now when we reach about 50+ chapter I'm starting to get burnt out but don't worry I will return back I just need to take 1 to 2 weeks break to think what the plot should be in the future.
I got a lot of ideas but I don't know how to direct them we got Warden Silas asks a big threat in the future, the mysterious white vial that they stole from the prison, Flexo is not even awaken yet, We are just halfway done with all of Adrian quirks that he will unlock.
There are so much potential with this story and we not even start with the MCU yet we just started with Tony Stark getting captured, you can see my point we are really diving into the story but it's too much for my mind to handle for the potential of the story.
I hope you guys can stick with me and watch this story grow I know I am not a good Rider maybe if I try I can be great at it nobody can tell the future but I hope it will be bright for us and I will say this.
Thank you for all of your support and sticking with the story and I hope I can see all of you again.
Thank you.