Lance in London – Prime Minister Brown
Setting: 10 Downing Street, private study, late afternoon.
Gordon Brown: "Mr. President, the UK is seriously concerned. Your… abilities represent an existential threat. We may have to reconsider our alliance."
Lance leaned forward, expression cold steel beneath calm words.
Lance: "Prime Minister, I appreciate your candor. But let's be clear: my powers were awakened in defense of American lives. I've proposed the Global Meta-Supervision Treaty—full transparency, shared intelligence, international oversight."
His gaze pinned Brown.
Lance (firm): "If your government refuses to cooperate, we will build our own coalition. But isolation isn't an option. Not now. Not ever."
Brown swallowed. "We'll review your proposal. We need assurances."
Lance: "You'll have them. And I expect London on board—or I'll go public with UK metahuman threats currently under wraps."
(Threat, not boast.)
Lance in Beijing – Premier Wen
Setting: Great Hall of the People, evening banquet.
Premier Wen poured tea, calm smile in place.
Wen: "President Carter, China insists that a metahuman leader threatens global sovereignty."
Lance took a slow sip before responding.
Lance: "Premier, America never asked to be leader. But history made us the default. If you fear imbalance, let's rebalance—together. We'll form a global council with veto rights for permanent UNSC nations. No one country rules alone."
Wen: "And our test of loyalty?"
Lance (leaning forward): "China refocuses its economic sanctions—but helps build a global monitoring network. Shared satellite data, field offices. A new body. We call it the 'Global Superhuman Commission.'"
Wen studied him, lips unmoving. Finally:
Wen: "I will present this to the Politburo. China will not be bypassed."
Lance in Moscow – President Putin
Setting: Kremlin office, night.
Putin stared at Lance across the table.
Putin: "A hidden superman in the White House. My generals are furious."
Lance met the stare without flinch.
Lance: "I know. My strength isn't America's. It's human-kind's. I propose Russia hosts the second Superhuman Commission headquarters. You pick the site. That way, no one sees America holding all the cards."
Putin's cold stare shifted—awareness flaring.
Putin: "Interesting. I will discuss with my Security Council. You may find Russia… surprisingly amenable."
Homefront: "Adoptive Daughters Storm the White House"
Setting: Oval Residence lounge, morning before UN session.
The door bursts open—12 women rush in:
Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)
Daisy Johnson (Quake)
Kayla Silverfox (sliverfox)
Lorna Dane (Polaris)
Emma Frost (White Queen)
Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)
Yelena Belova (White Widow)
Jean Grey (Phoenix)
Rogue (Anna Marie)
Maria Hill
Jessica Jones
They form a semicircle around Lance. His heart clenched at the sight.
Wanda (voice soft): "You look tired, Dad."
Daisy (smiling): "We booked your entire morning—warm-up, lunch, pep talk."
Ororo: "Your strength is a blessing, but power built without care becomes tyranny."
Emma (touching his hand): "We're here because we believe in you. All of us."
Kayla (quietly): "You built this." She touched his cheek lightly. "From pieces of broken girls."
They lingered, emotional intensity weaving between them.
In the back, Rogue stood apart, cheeks flushed, fiddling with her sleeves. Lance's gaze drifted to her. He remembered her whisper—the confession—and her vulnerability. He made a mental note to speak with her later.
The mood lightened unexpectedly when Jessica chimed in:
Jessica: "Alright, enough Hallmark. You need grunt-level prep. I got you."
Maria (smirking): "I'll run the UN talking points."
Natasha & Yelena exchanged competitive glances, tension prickling the air.
Natasha (smiling tightly): "Let's focus, ladies."
Lance (smiling, proud): "Thank you—you're all my compass."
They dispersed, leaving Lance at the door, swallowing emotion.
Lance's Origin Reflection – Flashback
Mind drifting as he straightened his tie—darkness, world travel, rough monasteries.
He remembered arriving in this universe with nothing—no system. Just meta-knowledge and fear.
He traveled Asia. Learned from mystics in Nepal: chi-flow and energy control.
Studied sorcery in Kamar-Taj under hidden masters.
Trained martial arts in Tokyo.
Back to the US—assembly of a superhuman task force, finding girls discarded by covert programs.
He rescued them—Natasha, Yelena, Rogue, Emma, Jean, Storm… all outcasts.
He forged them into family, task force, shield for the world.
Setting: United Nations General Assembly, New York. President Carter at the podium before 193 nations.
Lance stood tall, quiet energy—and carried his iron-steel tone into the microphone.
Lance (voice ringing):
"Distinguished delegates, today marks not the dawn of American metahuman dominance… but the birth of a new era—for humanity and our superpowered kin."
He paused, letting gravity sink in.
"I stand here as one among you—a soldier, citizen, and leader grown through adversities. But I have also become something more. A protector, an anomaly, a man of both flesh and potential beyond it."
Murmurs.
"We could approach this moment with fear. We could clamp down—treat all superhumans as threats. Shame to call a man god, then hide him away from sight. But that path leads to darkness. To suspicion. To war.
He shifted to sincerity.
"Instead, I offer transparency. Today I propose the Global Superhuman Commission: a democratic, international alliance monitoring all superpowered activity—cloaked in oversight, accountable, balanced."
Pause.
"Each nation will contribute—personnel, data, representative voices. This is not an American Committee—it is our Committee. A new global covenant."
He nodded to allies in the front—Russia, China, UK.
"We will publish annual reports. We will share battlefield intel. We will answer to the world community."
He locked eyes with delegates.
"Humanity is our cradle, but power is our challenge. We either rise to match it… or we fall under its shadow. Today, we choose to rise."
Thunderous applause. Standing ovation. Delegates whispering hope, taking his words to heart.